那一年,初夏。我的脑海里总浮现这样的画面:阳光斑驳了树影,热风吹拂着绿萝,我站在紫藤架下,像一朵亭亭玉立的芙蓉花。父亲握着镶嵌着玫瑰花纹的相框,目光悠远。许久,他才想起站在窗外的我和妈妈,微微侧过脸,看向我们。父亲又要北上。每一次离别,都是一副荒凉的景象,空气中仿佛响起一首曲调沉闷的歌。每一次的离别,都是一个冗长的段落,一个段落与下一个 That year, early summer. My mind always appear such a picture: the sun dappled trees, hot air blowing green radish, I stood under the wisteria, like a slim hibiscus. Father holds a picture frame inlaid with roses, eyes distant. For a long time, he remembered standing in the window of me and my mother, slightly side of the face, look to us. Father goes north again. Each time parting, is a bleak scene, as if sounded a dull song in the air. Each time parting is a lengthy passage, a passage and the next