父亲仰面躺倒在冰冷的公路上。寒风在他耳边凄厉地尖叫着,冷气如冰水般渗进他的后背然后蔓延至全身。他努力地想要爬起身,但整个世界突然变得混沌而绵软。他握着卷筒纸的左手本能地抬了抬,又很快无力地垂了下去……父亲二十一年前遭遇了车祸时的情景。那天,他冒着腊月刺骨的寒风,走了十几里坎坷的河滩,终于踏上了平坦、笔直的公路。他捋了捋冒着热气的头发, Father lay on his back on the icy road. Cold wind screams shrill in his ear, air-conditioning like ice water into his back and then spread to the whole body. He tried hard to get up, but the whole world suddenly became chaotic and soft. He instinctively lifted the paper with his left hand holding the web and quickly drooped down ... His father had a car crash twenty-one years ago. That day, he braving the twilight twilight wind, walked a dozen miles of rough beach, and finally set foot on the straight, straight road. He 捋 捋 捋 steaming hair,