老头是我的爸爸。过完五十岁生日那一天,他跟家人宣布,以后,大家对他的称呼只有一个———老头。第二天,正在厨房忙碌着给我们做红烧羊肉的他,突然眼前一黑,像一个粗大的树干一样倒下了。我妈吓得在厨房哭,乱了方寸。我人生第一次拨打了救护电话,仅仅三个号码,我拨了几次才拨通。抢救了一整夜,老头醒了,可他再也站不起来 Old man is my father. On the day after the 50th birthday, he announced with his family that in the future, everyone had only one name for him --- the old man. The next day, he was busy in the kitchen giving us braised mutton, suddenly a black eyes, fell like a thick trunk. My mother scared to cry in the kitchen, confused square inch. For the first time in my life, I dialed a rescue call, just three numbers. How many times did I dial a number? Rescued all night, the old man woke up, but he can not stand up again