I haven't seen my father for over two years. What I can't forget most is his back.

That winter, my grandmother died and my father was relieved of his job. This is a day when it never rains but it pours. I went from Beijing to Xuzhou, and I plan to go home with my father. When I went to Xuzhou to see my father, I saw something in the yard and thought of my grandmother. I can't help crying. Father said, "Well, don't be sad, but God never shuts one door but he opens another!" " "

Going home to sell pawns, my father lost money; Borrowing money for the funeral again. The situation at home these days is very bleak, partly for the funeral and partly for my father's leisure. After the funeral, my father will go to Nanjing to work, and I will go back to Beijing to study. Let's go together.

In Nanjing, a friend made an appointment to go sightseeing and stayed for one day. The next morning, I will cross the river to Pukou and get on the bus in the afternoon. Because my father is busy, he has decided not to send it, and found a familiar waiter in the hotel to accompany him. He repeatedly told the waiter to be very careful. But he finally worried that the waiter posted it inappropriately; I hesitated for a moment. In fact, I was twenty years old that year, and I have traveled to and from Beijing two or three times, so it doesn't matter. He hesitated for a while and finally decided to take me personally. I repeatedly advised him not to go; He just said, "Never mind, they can't walk well!"

We crossed the river and entered the station. I bought a ticket and he was busy looking after the luggage. There is too much luggage, so you have to tip the porter to go. He is busy bargaining with them again. I was really smart at that time, and I always thought he was going to interrupt myself because he didn't speak well, but he finally settled the price; Walk me to the car. He chose a chair near the door for me; I paved the seat with the purple coat he made for me. He told me to be careful on the road, to be alert at night and not to catch a cold. And let the waiter take good care of me. I laughed at his pedantry in my mind; They only know money, they just ask for it! Can't people my age take care of themselves? Well, now that I think about it, it was really clever at that time!

I said, "Dad, you go." He looked out of the car and said, "I'll buy some oranges." You stay here and don't walk around. "I think there are some vendors waiting for customers outside the fence on the platform over there. To get to the platform over there, you have to cross the railway, jump down and climb up. Father is a fat man, so it is naturally more troublesome to walk there. I was going to go, but he refused, so I had to let him go. It was not difficult to see him limping to the railway and leaning down slowly, wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing the appearance of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and tears soon flowed down. I quickly dried my tears. I'm afraid he will see it, and I'm afraid others will see it. When I looked out again, he had come back with the bright red orange in his arms. When crossing the railway, he first scattered oranges on the ground, climbed down slowly, and then picked them up and walked away. When I arrived here, I hurried to help him. He and I walked to the front of the car and put oranges on my fur coat. So I dived into the dirt on my clothes and felt very relaxed. After a while, he said, "I'm leaving. Write it there! " I watched him go out. He took a few steps, looked back at me and said, "Go in, there's no one inside. "When his back was mixed with people coming and going, I couldn't find it anymore, so I came in and sat down, and tears came again.

In recent years, my father and I have been running around, and the situation at home is getting worse and worse. As a teenager, he went out to make a living, made his own living and did many great things. I didn't know the original environment was so depressing! He was so sad that he couldn't control himself. If you are depressed in the middle, it is natural to send it out; Family trifles often touch his anger. He treats me differently. But I haven't seen him for the last two years. He finally forgot my fault and only thought about me and my son. After I came to the north, he wrote me a letter, which said: "I am in good health, but my arm hurts badly." It's not convenient to pick up a pen, so my departure time is not far away. " I read here, and in the crystal tears, I saw the back of that fat, blue cotton robe and black mandarin jacket. Alas! I don't know when I can see him again!

light-minded

"Swallows have gone, and there is a time to come again; Willow withered, there is a time to green again; The peach blossom withered, but it blossomed again. But, smart, tell me, why are our days gone forever? Someone stole them: who is that? Where is it hidden? They escaped by themselves: where are they now? " .

I don't know how many days they gave me; But my hands are getting empty. Counting silently, more than 8 thousand days slipped away from me quietly; Like a drop of water on the tip of a needle in the sea, my days are dripping in the stream of time, without sound or shadow. I can't help bursting into tears. "。

Go wherever you go, and come wherever you come; What's the hurry between going and coming? When I get up in the morning, two or three sunsets shoot into the hut. The sun has feet, and it has moved gently and quietly; I also follow the rotation blankly. So-when washing your hands, the days pass from the basin; When eating, the days pass from the rice bowl; When I was silent, I passed by my eyes. I think he is in a hurry. When I reached out to cover my arm, he passed by the covered hand again. When I was lying in bed at dark, he passed me and flew away from my feet. When I open my eyes and see the sun again, it will be a new day. I covered my face and sighed. But the shadow of the new day began to flash with a sigh. "。

What can I do in the days when I fly away, in the world of thousands of families? Only wandering, only running; In the rush of more than 8,000 days, what is left except wandering? The past days, like smoke, were scattered by the breeze, like fog, evaporated by Chu Yang; What traces did I leave? Did I leave traces like hairspring? I came into this world naked, and I will go back naked in the blink of an eye? But it can't be flat. Why did you come for nothing this time? "。

You are very clever. Tell me, why are our days gone forever? "。

Winter Scenery in Jiangnan-Yu Dafu's Prose Anyone who spends the winter in the north always cooks tea around the stove, or eats mutton, peels peanuts and drinks for nothing. However, people with stoves, warm kang and other equipment, no matter how deep the snow is outside or whether the wind is thundering, live in the house for two or three months, but it is the most severe period of seclusion in a foreign land in a year; Needless to say, even children who like activities will always love them, because there are some fruits such as radishes and palms in the middle, and there are lively festivals such as New Year's Eve and Lantern Festival on the first day of the first month. But in the south of the Yangtze River, the situation is different: after the winter solstice, the leaves in the south of the Yangtze River will not fall off completely. The cold wind-northwest wind-blows from time to time, but it is not too cold for a day or two at most. The gray clouds swept away, and the fallen leaves were all over the street. The morning cream was as white as the powder on the face of a woman in black. As soon as the sun is on the roof, birds chirp again, and water vapor is released from the soil. Old people and children can sit and chat in the gap in front of the door and camp outside. Isn't the winter scenery in Jiangnan lovely? I grew up in Jiangnan, and I was deeply impressed by the winter in Jiangnan when I was a child. Although I gradually entered middle age and fell in love with late autumn, thinking that autumn is the favorite season for readers and writers, I always feel that the winter scenery in the south of the Yangtze River is a special mood, which can match the summer nights in the north. To put it more modestly, it is an obvious emotional appeal. I have also been to Fujian and Guangdong, where it is extremely warm for the winter. Sometimes, at the end of the lunar calendar, I may have to take out my gauze shirt: I walked through the hedges of savages and saw many miscellaneous autumn flowers! It rained and thundered, and it was a little cooler. At most, I just wore a coat. Between Fujian and Guangdong, fur robe and cotton-padded jacket are absolutely unnecessary! This extreme southern climate is not what I call the winter scenery in the south of the Yangtze River, but Changchun in the south, which is an extension of spring or autumn. Jiangnan has rich and humid geology, which can contain hot air and support plants; Therefore, in the Yangtze River area, the reed flowers can be unbeaten until the winter solstice, and the red leaves sometimes last for more than three months. Like the Chinese tallow tree on both sides of Qiantang River, the red leaves are lodging, and the branches are hung with white buds, which can be distinguished by the lens. The grass is ochre at most, and the roots are always green. Not only did the wildfire never completely engulf them, but the cold wind could not blow them down. If you are willing to walk alone in the winter suburbs on a warm afternoon, you will not only feel the cold when you are young, but also feel an inexplicable implicit anger there: "When winter comes, spring will always come soon", which is the easiest to understand only in Shan Ye in the south of the Yangtze River. Speaking of walking in the cold suburbs, it is really a special favor for Jiangnan residents in winter; People who grew up in the northern ice and snow have no chance to enjoy this kind of happiness all their lives. I don't know how the winter in Germany compares with the winter in Jiangsu and Zhejiang, but judging from the fact that many writers like to use the word Spaziergang as their creative theme, it is about the south of Germany, and the changes of the four seasons are always not much different from those in our south. For example, Peter Rosegger1843-1918, a local poet in the19th century, wrote many articles on this topic, but most of his writings can be applied to the mountainous areas around Jiangsu and Zhejiang in China.

The rivers and ports in the south of the Yangtze River are connected, the land is close to the sea, and there are many lakes and swamps, so sometimes the air contains moisture. There will be some light rain from time to time in winter. The scene of winter rain in this cold village is an indescribable leisurely realm. Think about it, after the autumn harvest, three or five families gathered in a small village by the river, with the door facing the long bridge and the window facing the mound in the distance, with many leafy trees in the middle; On this picture of the winter countryside, a layer of white rain as fine as powder is sprinkled with a light background. Do you feel free enough? If you want more scenery, you can park a boat with a sunshade in front of the door, add a few noisy drinkers to the hut, add red and yellow when it is dark, and draw a circle on the window of the hut to indicate a halo. When people reach this state, they are naturally free and easy. In the end, all gains and losses are lost, and there is a difference between life and death: should we always remember a quatrain written by a poet in the Tang Dynasty, "It rains on the river and it rains in the village"? When the poet came here, he was even polite to the greenwood peddler. What is the charm of the winter scenery in Jiangnan? Speaking of rain, it is inevitable to think of snow: "It feels like snow outside at dusk. How about a glass of wine inside?"? ? "Nature is the snow scene at sunset in Jiangnan. "Cold sand and beautiful shadow road, Xiaoxue wine village", three friends of Xueyuemei get together on a winter night and flirt with the wine girl. "Chai Men village dogs bark, and people in the snow return at night." It was a snowy night in the south of the Yangtze River. On the tree in front of Zita Law, a branch blossomed last night. "The next morning, the village children who like making snow like dogs came to report the scenery in the village. Not all the poets' poems are written in Jiangnan, and not all the poets who wrote these poems are from Jiangnan. But it is straightforward to forge these poems to describe the snow scene in Jiangnan, which is much better than my prose written with this stupid pen. In a few years, there may be a winter without rain or snow in Jiangnan, and it will be a little colder in Chun Xue at the end of the lunar calendar or the beginning of February in spring. Last year's (1934) winter was like this, but I'm afraid this winter will be different. According to the solar terms, the cold days will end in February of 1936, and it will last for seven or eight days at most. Winter like this is called dry winter in rural areas, which may be better for wheat harvest, but the population will be damaged; After a long drought, diphtheria, influenza and other diseases are naturally easy to get up, but those who want to enjoy the winter scenery in Jiangnan will only be happier this winter, because there are more sunny days, and there are naturally more opportunities to stroll in the suburbs. The Japanese call it hiking, and the Germans call it Spaziergang madman. This is the most popular winter. The weather outside the window is as clear as late autumn: sunny Gao Shuang, full of sunshine, tempts you to sit quietly in your room. Empty talk is not as good as practice. I don't want to write this boring article anymore. I'd better pick up my cane, put down my pen and paper and go for a walk on the lake! Sunrise at sea-Ba Jin's sky is still light blue, and the color is very light. In the blink of an eye, a Xia Hong appeared on the horizon, slowly expanding the scope and strengthening the light. I knew the sun was going to rise on the horizon, so I didn't look there in the blink of an eye. Sure enough, after a while, half of the sun's face appeared in that place, and Zhen Hong was red.

But there is no light. The sun seems to be struggling to rise slowly step by step. Finally, it finally broke through the clouds and jumped out of the sea completely, with a lovely red color. In an instant, this crimson round thing suddenly shone brightly, making people's eyes ache, and the clouds beside it suddenly became dazzling. Sometimes the sun goes into the clouds, but its light shoots down from the clouds and hits the water directly. It's not easy to tell clear water from sky at this time, because I only see a light. Sometimes there are black clouds on the horizon, and the clouds are so thick that people can't see the sun when it comes out. However, the sun's radiation in the dark clouds passed through the encirclement of the dark clouds and set them with glowing Phnom Penh. Later, the sun slowly rushed out of the tight encirclement and appeared in the sky, even dyeing the dark clouds purple or red. At this time, not only the sun, clouds and sea water shine, but also I become bright. Isn't this a great spectacle?