新世纪春节前的某一天 ,洁白的雪花 ,像碎纸屑似静静的飘散着。朋友将父亲在北京某出版社订的书转给了我 ,可父亲前年就离开了人间 ,再也不能看他最喜爱的书了。想到此 ,使我泪如泉涌 ,悲痛难忍 ,使我更加思念我的父亲。我的父亲是农民出身 ,父亲曾经为我们哥仨苦了一生 ,用每 One day before the Spring Festival in the new century, white snowflakes, like paper-scraps, seem to float silently. My friend handed me my father’s book from a Beijing publishing house, but my father left the world the year before last and could no longer read his favorite book. With this in mind, I burst into tears, grieving, making me miss my father even more. My father is a farmer, my father had a hard life for our brothers, with each