“太阳下山明朝依旧爬上来,花儿谢了明年还是一样地开,美丽小鸟一去无影踪,我的青春小鸟一样不回来……”寂寞的夏日里,一个人躲在房间里听电视机里林依伦唱的这首新疆民歌,我忍不住躺在小床上哭起来,我越哭越伤心,越哭越后悔。伤心什么?伤心的是我心爱的爸爸也像小鸟一样一去无影踪。后悔什么?后悔当初不该让爸爸走,不该让爸爸到遥远的大兴安岭去“创业”…… “The sun goes down and the Ming dynasty still climbs up. The flowers are thankful for the same opening next year. The beautiful bird goes without a shadow. My youthful bird does not come back...” In a lonely summer, a man hid in the room. When I listened to the first Xinjiang folk song that Ilan sang in the TV, I could not help but cry in the little bed. The more I cried, the more I cried, the more I cried, the more I regretted. What was sad? Sadly, my beloved father was also gone like a bird. What regrets? Regrets should not let dad go at the moment, should not allow dad to go to Daxinganling far to “start a business”...