见过一个父亲的泪。他蹲在一堵墙外,满身疲惫的风尘。先是呆呆地看着街景,后来,他手捂住脸呜咽。双肩耸动,单薄的身影,像极秋深时,枝上一枚欲抖落的叶。眼泪从他指缝处,不住地溢出来,成小溪流。午后的阳光,照在上面,反射着惨痛的晶莹。 Seen a father's tears. He squatted outside a wall, covered in exhausted dust. First staring at the street view, and later, his hand sobbed his face. Shoulder sensation, thin figure, like a very deep autumn, the branches of a leaf to shake off. Tears from his finger at the Department, could not live to overflow, into a stream. Afternoon sun, according to the above, reflecting the painful crystal.