父亲送我上学那天，天下着牛毛般的细雨，纷纷扬扬地缀在父亲浓重的眉毛上，蒙在父亲泛黄的眼珠上。父亲提着行李箱走在前面，我紧紧地跟着，留下一段老长老长的沉默让我静静地思考。 快上车时，父亲放下行李，匆匆地爬到月台那边，买了几个苹果回来，塞在我的怀里说：“苹果路 My father sent me to school that day, with a hairy drizzle, have flourished in his father’s thick eyebrows, on his father yellow eyes. Father walked in front of the trunk, I followed closely, leaving a long elders long silence let me quietly thinking. Fast car, his father dropped his luggage, hurriedly climbed to the platform over there, bought a few apples back, stuffed in my arms and said: "Apple Road