父亲一生最大的爱好就是雕刻。那些不起眼的小石头,经他的手细细雕琢之后,就变成了一件极其精美的工艺品。每一件石雕他都一一珍藏,从来不卖。少年时期的我,看着他有空儿就鼓捣他的石头,很有点不屑。说,再怎么整也只是一块石头而已。他郑重地说,不,我赋予它们生命,它们在我手下获得了新生。十年前,父亲去世了。留给我的,是一方精致的印章,上面篆刻着四个方方正正的宋体字:雕刻时光。手 His father’s greatest hobby is carving. Those obscure little stones, after his hand carved fine, it becomes an extremely exquisite handicrafts. Every piece of stone he collected one by one, never sell. I was a teenager, watching him free time to tinker with his stone, a little disdain. Say, no matter how the whole is only a stone. He said solemnly, no, I gave them life, and they were reborn under my hand. Ten years ago, his father died. Left to me, is a fine seal of the seal carved above four square Song character: engraving time. hand