父亲第三次送我,是我考上大学去报到那一天。这已经是1978年春天。父亲早已退休,快七十岁了。那天,父亲执意要送我去学校,我坚决不要他送。父亲拗不过我,便让步说:“那好,我送你到弄堂口。”这次父亲送我的路程比前两次短得多,但还没有走出弄堂,我发现他的脚步慢下来。回头一看,我有些吃惊,帮我提着一个小包的父亲竟已是泪流满面。以前送我,他都没有这样动感情,和前几次相比,这次离家我的前景应该是最光明的一次,父亲为什么这样伤感?我有些奇怪,便连忙问:“我是去上大学,是好事情啊,你干嘛这样难 The third time my father sent me, I admitted to college to report that day. This is the spring of 1978. My father has retired, almost seventy years old. That day, my father insisted that I should go to school, I strongly do not want him to send. My father, who had not beaten me, concessions and said, “Well, I’ll send you to the alley.” My father sent me a lot shorter journey than the previous two, but I did not walk out of the alley and I found his pace slowed down. Looking back, I was a little surprised, my father carrying a small bag actually was burst into tears. Before sending me, he did not have such a dynamic, and compared to previous times, this time my future should be the brightest one, why is my father so sad? I was a little strange, quickly hurriedly asked: University, is a good thing, ah, why are you so difficult