父亲一生嗜酒,虽不拘孬好,却还是极少能够喝得舒心。小时候家里穷,因为拮据,母亲总免不了在他端起酒杯时罗嗦个没完没了。等我们兄妹五人相继成人,生活稍有改变,父亲已染上严重的支气管毛病,母亲的理由愈加充分,且人多势众起来。所以,父亲在我的印象中总是那么一副低首垂眉、小心夹菜、小口呷酒的样子。父亲喝了一辈子的酒,却从未因此打骂过母亲和我们。相反,赶上哪天开心日子,父亲便会瞒天过海、钻空子、瞅冷子多灌自己几杯,然后没大没小和他的三个儿子“打”成一片。紧记得有一年冬天,酒后的父亲领着我们在雪地上打雪“仗”,跌打滚爬,毫无 His father’s life drink, though not good, but still rarely able to drink comfortable. When I was a child, I was poor at home, and my mother was always overwhelmed by his lack of words as he drew his glass. And so we five siblings one after another adult, a slight change of life, his father has contracted a serious bronchial problems, the mother’s reasons for the more fully, and many people crowd up. Therefore, my father is always in my impression so a low-browed eyebrows, carefully pinch dishes, small mouth 呷 wine appearance. My father drank a lifetime of wine, but never beat and mom my mother and us. On the contrary, to catch up with a happy day, my father would deceive the sea, loopholes, pouring himself a few glasses, and then no big and his three sons “fight” into one. Remember that one year in the winter, the drunk father led us to play snow in the snow “battle”, scuffling, no