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朋友所同嘱我写一篇关于我父亲的文章,踌躇良久,短短千字竟不知该如何下笔?几十年生活中的风风雨雨都仿佛如流走的潮水,我只来得及捡拾那一沙一贝…… 在我的印象里,父亲应该始终是个瘦高、严肃、穿着一身绿色军衣的英姿勃勃的军人。即使今年他已经74岁了,鬓发斑白,走起路来却也总是大步流星地把我甩在后面。在我家的书柜里有一只长满黄锈、磨得又薄义弯的马蹄铁,直到后来,我才知道那是当年部队南下
My friend told me to write an article about my father, hesitated for a long time, just a thousand words do not know how to write? Decades of life in the ups and downs seem to flow like tide, I just had time to pick up that Sand Bay ... In my impression, my father should always be a tall, serious, dressed in a green military uniform of the gallant. Even though he is already 74 years old this year, his hair is grizzled and walking is always a big step toward me behind me. There was a horseshoe in my bookcase full of yellow rust and a very thin, curved bend until I later learned that it was when the troops southbound