爸的颈椎不好,稍一运动,便会拉伤肌肉,一夜不得安眠。昨晚的情况似乎格外严重,今早看他面色蜡黄,黑眼圈明显,就知道他翻来覆去,一宿没睡。爸直直地梗着脖子,僵硬地扯出一抹笑:“没事,没事。”窗外刮来一阵冷风,把秋色涂染在他的脸庞上。他笑着看我,褐色的双眸深深,老爸独有的慈爱无边无际,像记忆里的那片海。那时我还年幼,他正值壮年,面容清癯,笑声朗朗似山谷回音。他领我去看海。因走不惯尖利凹凸的石子路,我便由爸抱着,趴在他身上,小手勾着他的脖子。 Dad’s cervical spine is not good, a little exercise, it will strain muscles, sleepless nights. Last night’s situation seemed particularly serious, this morning to see him looking waxy, dark circles obviously, I know he turned over and over again, sleepless nights. Dad straightened his neck stiffly and pulled a hint of laughter stiffly: “Nothing, nothing.” A cold wind blew out of the window and painted autumn colors on his face. He smiled and looked at me, deep brown eyes, dad endless loving kind, like the memory of the piece of the sea. At that time I was still young, he was prime of life, clear face, laughter like the echo of the valley. He led me to see the sea. Because I can not get used to sharp bumpy stone road, I will hold by Dad, lying on his body, his hand hooked his neck.