无论工作再忙,无论离家多远,每到春节前后,我总要千方百计挤出时间去边远乡村的老家,步行近5公里的山路,在已逝的父亲坟前叩几个头,烧几张钱,点几炷香,以表达孩子对父亲深深的怀念。我一直清楚地记得1986年清明节前三天的—个清晨,在清淡的日光灯照射下,父亲在与亲人们相互交换 No matter how busy my work is, no matter how far away from home, I always have to make every attempt to squeeze out the time to go to the remote country home, walk nearly 5 kilometers of mountain road, knock a few heads on the dead father’s grave and burn a few Money, point a few incense, in order to express the child’s deep nostalgia for his father. I have always clearly remembered the three days before the Ching Ming Festival in 1986 - early in the morning, under the light of daylight, my father was exchanging with relatives