我爱我的父亲,然而,父亲这个称呼于我却是既亲切又陌生。因为在我4岁那年,他就永远地离开了我们。在我心里父亲就像樱花一样,一瞬间就开放,绚烂到极致,然只是一场春雨,它就悄无声息地落了,不给你留下任何缠绵和想象的空间。在我儿时的记忆中,家住在一个叫墓颐的小山村。屋子是外公留下的,屋后是山崖,崖上是一片桔园。零星还有几棵柚子树。屋前是一簇竹林,竹林的边上有一个小池塘,池塘边上长满了绿绿的苔藓。石头缝 I love my father, however, my father is both kind and unfamiliar to me. Because at the age of 4, he left us forever. In my heart my father is like a cherry, the moment it is open, gorgeous to the extreme, but only a spring rain, it quietly fell, leaving you no room for any lingering and imagination. In my childhood memories, the family lives in a small mountain village called tomb. The house is left by my grandfather, behind the house is the cliff, the cliff is an orange garden. Sporadic there are a few grapefruit trees. In front of the house is a cluster of bamboo forest, there is a small pond on the edge of the bamboo forest, pond covered with green and moss. Stone seam