记忆中,父亲的一双手老是在我的面前挥动……我想起人生路上的三次远足,都是父亲去送我的。他站在路上,远远地向我挥动着手,伫立在路边的人影由大而小,一直到我看不见……第一次送别是我小学毕业,我考上了一所郊区的住宿中学,那是六十年代初。那天去学校报到时,送我去的是父亲。那时父亲还年轻,鼓鼓囊囊的铺盖卷提在他的手中并不显得沉重。中学很远,坐了两路电车,又 In my memory, my father’s hands always waved in front of me ... I remembered three excursions on my life, all of which my father sent me. He stood on the road, far waving to me, Standing on the side of the road from small to large, until I can not see ...... The first farewell is my primary school, I was admitted to a suburban residential middle school It was early sixties. Report to the school that day, send me to go to the father. At that time my father was still young and the dilapidated cover was not in his hand. Middle school is far, take two trams, again