父亲节前一天我有了写父亲的念头。当时,我望向窗外,试图窥见到父亲昔日的面容。忽然,我很难过,我已看不见父亲的模样:他的眼睛、眉毛,和面部轮廓。他变得生疏了——我们离别了太久,他的背影渐渐远去,身后的气味也散尽。在这个仲春的下午,父亲,他远离了人间,浓 The day before my father’s day I had the idea of ​​writing my father. At that time, I looked out the window, trying to glimpse my father’s face. Suddenly, I am sad, I can not see the appearance of his father: his eyes, eyebrows, and facial contours. He became unfamiliar - we left for too long, his backs were fading away and the smell behind us was gone. In the mid-afternoon of this spring, my father, he is far away from earth and concentrated