父亲沈醉去世已经多年了。无论我在内心深处如何痛苦地呼唤,再也不可能见到他的音容笑貌,父亲再也不可能像前两次那样奇迹般地“死”而复生,突然出现在我的面前了。在他漫长而又短暂的82个春秋里,经历了那么多的大起大落、大悲大喜,经历了那么多的惊涛骇浪,承受了那么多荣辱褒贬、悲欢离合……他是真的累了。他一句话也没说就撒手而去,把我这个与他相依为命几十年的女儿,推进了不知所措的痛苦深渊。 Father drank drunk for years. No matter how painfully I cry out of my heart, I can never see his sound and smile, and my father can no longer be like the two previous miraculously “died” and then suddenly appeared in front of me. In his long and short 82 years of spring and autumn, has experienced so much ups and downs, compassion, experienced so many waves, suffered so much honor and criticism, joys and sorrows ... he is really tired. Without saying anything, he left and gave up my painful abyss, the daughter of whom I was dependent, for decades.