那一年,我考上了大学,父亲突然变得喜欢赶集了。他的腰仿佛直了,在村前弯弯的土路上,在人头攒动、人声嘈杂的集市上,经常能看到他的身影。这其中的原因,当然是他的儿子考上了大学。开学那天,父亲坚持要把我送到学校。火车喘着粗气,天不亮就从蚌埠出发,下午两点就到了我求学的城市。下了火车,父亲长吁一口气,如犁过田的老牛。离报到的时间还有差不多一个下午,父亲对我说“:不急,时间多着哩。” That year, I was admitted to college, his father suddenly became like to catch up. His waist seemed straight, and he could often be seen on a curious dirt road in front of the village in crowded, crowded bazaars. One of the reasons, of course, is his son admitted to college. On the day of school, my father insisted on sending me to school. The train panting, starting dawn from Bengbu, at two o’clock in the afternoon I went to study in the city. Under the train, his father took a deep breath, such as cattle plowed over the field. Almost one afternoon after I checked in, my father said to me: “No hurry, time is more.”