“煌煌昆仑脉,巍巍雪峰铸,为了那九曲漫漫路。”这是父亲最爱哼的曲子。原是藏语,据说是一位藏族老人教给父亲的。幼年时很少能见到父亲,即便是春节那几日,父亲亦不得闲。在一个个黑漆漆的夜里,半梦半醒间的我总能看到书房的灯彻夜地亮着,仿佛能听见笔尖滑过纸张发出的“沙沙”声,和父亲偶尔被烟呛了嗓子的咳嗽声。蒙眬间,总 “Huanghuang Kunlun vein, towering Xuefeng cast, for that nine long road.” “This is my father’s favorite hum of the song. Tibetan was originally said to be a Tibetan elderly teach his father. My father rarely see his childhood, even the Spring Festival that few days, his father could not be idle. In a darkened night, I could always see the study lamp light up all night, as if I could hear the ”tip" of my pen over my paper and my father’s occasional choking noise Coughing. Mongolia, total