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父亲离开我们已整整六年了。 六年间,我写了无数怀念父亲的文章,却总是写到一半因为伤心的泪水和深深的遗憾而没有结尾。至今,我的文章一篇又一篇发表了,而对于父亲的离去,却没有一篇能真正寄托心中的哀思和想念的。我仿佛总在逃避,逃避父亲的离去。街头巷尾偶遇一个貌似父亲的人,会让我惊喜片刻。可每每面对家中父亲那张神情黯然的遗像和故乡小城殡仪馆骨灰存放室33号架位那个真实无疑的名字,我才沮丧地意识到父亲已在黄泉路上走了很远
My father has left us for exactly six years. In six years, I wrote numerous articles that miss my father, but I always write about halfway through sad tears and deep regret. So far, my article has been published one after another, but for the departure of my father, none of the articles can really pin their grief and miss. I seem to always evade, to escape his father’s departure. Encounter a street like a father who looks like, will make me a surprise moment. May face the father of my home that look sad portrait and home town funeral home ashes storage room 33 rack that the real name, I was frustrated to realize that my father has been walking in the road far away