差不多每年这个时候,我都要写一些文字来纪念我的父亲。差不多每年这个时候,我都会失魂落魄地,把自己埋进往事的回忆。我是个没什么出息的儿子,整日忙忙碌碌,跟只蚂蚁似的。蚂蚁还知道往自己家里搬东西,我却忙得连给父亲的独冢洒扫和祭奠的工夫也不是年年都有。——13年,我亏欠太多。父亲临走的一幕,谁也没有看到。他一定是抓紧了那一条打着补丁的床单。 Almost every year at this time, I have to write some words to commemorate my father. Almost every year at this time, I will be distraught, buried themselves in memories of the past. I am a son of nothing good, busy all day, with only ants like. Ant also know that moving things to their own home, but I am too busy even to his father’s solitary tomb sweeping sweeping and sacrificial effort is not every year. - 13 years, I owe too much. My father was leaving the scene, no one saw it. He must have grabbed the patch of sheets.