11年前,也是秋天,父亲永远离开了我们, 那一年,我32岁。 在父亲最后的日子,我们姐弟几个轮流在 病床前守护着他老人家,强作笑颜地劝他多吃 一勺饭,多喝一口水,多吃一片药。尽管背地里 流泪。 我总觉得父亲能好起来,因为那时他刚刚 60岁！在医院里,父亲常常笑着对来看望他的 人说:“没事儿,我这是老毛病,过几天就好 啦。”他还常常认真地对我和弟弟说:“等出了 Eleven years ago, autumn, my father left us forever. That year, I was 32 years old. In the last days of my father, several of our siblings took turns guarding his elders in front of the hospital bed and persuaded him to eat more spoonfuls of rice, drink more water and eat more pills. Although crying in the background. I always feel that my father can be better because when he was just 60 years old! In the hospital, my father often laughed and said to people who came to see him: “It's okay, I'm an old man, and after a few days it's okay.” He often said to me and his younger brother seriously: "Wait a moment