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生命中的影像父亲,总有一种感觉,你是在注视着我。你深邃的眼神里,充满了真切的询问和探究。很像是咱俩摆开象棋、我迟迟想不好棋步时,你向我投来的目光——坚决,不含糊,认真。虽然千余度的近视镜片隔着,但仍然拦隔不断那目光中特有的锐利与执着。所以,我要么习惯性地扭开头去,要么垂下眼睑,无意中就做了避开的动作。在这样的“避开”之下,你可感知到了什么?我不知道。父亲,咱们之间,没有交谈的习惯。木讷,嘴拙,反应慢,这是我从少
The image of life Father, there is always a feeling, you are watching me. Your deep eyes, full of real inquiry and inquiry. Much like when we put on chess, what did you think of me when I was slow to think of a bad move - determined, unambiguous, serious. Although more than a thousand degrees of myopia across the lens, but still keep in mind the eyes of that unique sharp and persistent. So I either habitually turned my head, or eyelid, accidentally done to avoid the action. What can you perceive under such “avoidance”? I do not know. Father, between us, there is no habit of talking. Foolish, mouthy, slow response, this is me from less