尽管处于微博微信的时代,但父亲依然习惯用他那患了关节炎的病手给我写信。直到有一天,又一次收到父亲的来信,跻身于“低头族”的我,才猛然地意识到已经很久没有给家中写信了。是的,很久。是疏于手懒,抑或无暇顾及,我说不清。离家在外,聚少离多,偶尔回乡,家的感觉尚未找到,便又走向下一程思念的站台。所以,惟一能与父亲好好倾诉的就是这一纸在现在看来有 Although in the era of Weibo WeChat, my father still used to write to me with his arthritic patient. Until one day, I received my father’s letter again, among the “meantime”, I suddenly realized that it had not been written in my home for a long time. Yes, long time. Is neglect hand lazy, or no time to take into account, I can not tell. From home away from home, gather more and less, occasionally return home, the feeling of the home has not yet been found, they went to the next journey miss platform. So, the only thing I can talk to my father is that this paper seems to be there now