我的记忆里竟然没有他衰老的过程,只有他不断劳作的身影!1听母亲说,他进门时我只有五个月大。对“父亲”的记忆,别说我,就连比我大两岁的三哥、大五岁的二哥,都说记忆里只有他。他在离我家不远的钢厂上班。河南人,矮小,精瘦。似乎不管见了谁,他都是带着一脸讨好得有点卑贱的笑。多年后,看着他蒙着黑纱的照片,母亲老是感慨:“要不是 In my memory, there was no time for him to age. He was the only one who continued to work! 1 He said that he was only five months old when he entered the door. For the memory of ”Father,“ let alone me. Even the third-old and five-year-old brother who is two years older than me all say that there is only memory in him. He works in a steel factory not far from my home. Henan, short, lean. It seems that no matter who he met, he was smiling with a look of despicability. After many years, watching his photo covered in black yarn, the mother always said with emotion: ”