电视开着,坐在沙发上的父亲又睡着了,遥控器滑落一旁。春日的风挤过窗户,微微地拂起他额前苍苍的白发。凝视着父亲布满皱纹的面庞,我心中喟叹:父亲老了,七十多岁了。他的背不再挺拔,但他的双肩依然是宽厚的,宽厚的双肩承载着他曾经的风雨人生……父亲生活在困难时期的农村,兄妹六人,家境 The TV turned on, and the father on the couch was asleep again, and the remote control slipped to the side. The wind of the spring squeezed through the window and blew the gray hair of his forehead slightly. Staring at my father’s wrinkled face, my heart lamented: my father is old, seventy years old. His back is no longer upright, but his shoulders are still generous, generous shoulders bearing the stormy life he had once ... ... Father living in difficult rural areas, six siblings, family