背影郑金娟一个清瘦的身影，久久地位立在茫茫的暮色之中，犹如一尊挺拔的雕像。那是我父亲。望着父亲的背影，我似乎看见他深情的眼睛。或许，他那深途而专注的目光，正穿过崇山峻岭，越过万水千山，投向魂牵梦索的故乡。前几天，老家寄来一袋小米，父亲用微微颤抖的手捧... Zheng Jinjuan back a thin figure, standing for a long time in the vast twilight, like a tall and straight statue. That is my father. Looking at his father’s back, I seem to see his affectionate eyes. Perhaps, his deep and focused eyes, is passing through the mountains, across thousands of miles, investing in the hometown of dreaming. A few days ago, home sent a bag of millet, his father holding a slightly trembling hand ...