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在老家村东北的沙梁上,已被沙土覆盖了九年的父亲,我献上对您的膜拜。2004年3月4日,当我接到父亲病危的电话,并从数百里外的市警校乘车疾驰到老家的时候,走了七十九载岁月的父亲似乎太累了,已经静静地,永远地睡去了。我不相信,我真的不能相信,父亲怎会在春天的日子里去了呢?我知道,父亲的病,虽然患上已有多年,但每年都会随着春天的来临,气候的转暖,一天比一天好的。前天,我给父亲打电话,父亲还对我说:他身体还好,叫我不要
On the sand beam in the northeast of Laojia Village, my father, who has been covered in sand for nine years, offers me a tribute to you. On March 4, 2004, when I received a critical telephone call from my father and drove home from hundreds of miles outside the municipal police academy, my father, who was seventy-nine years old, seemed too tired and was already quiet Quietly, sleep forever. I do not believe that I really can not believe how my father was going in the spring days. I know that my father’s illness, though it has been suffering for many years now, is getting warmer and warmer each year. Good day by day. The day before yesterday, I called my father and my father said to me: He is in good health and tells me not to do so