我希望我的父亲还活着,让我永远没有机会写作《祭父帖》。我希望大地的深处或云朵之上果然有个天堂,而我的父亲在那儿活得很自在,那么,《祭父帖》权当是对父亲人间历程的一次误读。父亲辞世的头一天,我的朋友、小说家谢挺从贵阳来昆明,我陪着他在其母校云南大学晃荡了一个早上。之后,我和他去了圆通寺,吃素餐的时候,小说家潘灵也赶去了。至今我还 I hope my father is still alive, so I will never have the chance to write “Farewell Posts.” I hope there is a paradise in the depths of the earth or above the clouds, and my father is living there very freely. Then, the rights of “priests and fathers” should be a misreading of the journey of their father. On the first day my father died, my friend and novelist Xie Ting came to Kunming from Guiyang. I accompanied him in his alma mater, Yunnan University, for one morning. Later, I went to Yuantong Temple with him and ate the vegetarian novel Pan Ling. So far I still