一直很想写写父亲,又总是觉得难免俗套而未能落笔。或许对于太过亲近的人总是难以作出客观的评价,面对血浓于水的亲情与深沉的爱,我们都会选择沉默——习惯于坐享对方的爱与陪伴,变得依赖与离不开。父亲看上去有一种与年龄不相称的苍老。他平凡朴实,其貌不扬,满头的霜雪,一脸的沟坎,一年四季穿来穿去总是那几件很旧的衣服。我的同学不止一次问我,那个来接你的人是你爷爷吗?刚开始我总是解释,那 Always wanted to write his father, but always feel that the stereotypes and failed to stop writing. Perhaps too close to the people are always difficult to make an objective evaluation, in the face of thick water of love and deep love, we will choose silence - used to sit and enjoy each other’s love and companionship, become dependent and leave open. My father seems to have a age that is not commensurate with the old. He is simple and plain, looks silly, covered with frost and snow, a look of ditches, worn throughout the year is always a few very old clothes. My classmate has asked me more than once, that person who will pick you up is your grandpa? At first I always explained that