父亲去世后,在我的心中,家,倾斜失 重了。每次从外地回到家,感受最深的便是触景生情时的伤感。泰戈尔说过:鸟儿飞过了,天空中没有痕迹。而每当我跨进家门,似乎总感觉到一生笔耕的父亲仍坐在案桌前,戴看眼镜,写着什么。或是站在屋子中间,挥着手臂,操着很浓的安庆口音激情地忧国忧民, After my father died, in my heart, my family, lost weight. Every time I come home from the field, the deepest feeling is the sadness when I touch the scene. Tagore said: The birds flew over, there is no trace in the sky. Whenever I stepped into the house, it seemed as if I always felt my father, who had been cultivating his life, still sat at the desk, wearing glasses and writing something. Or standing in the middle of the room, waving his arm, holding a very strong Anqing accent passionate concern for the people,