说起父亲,不是个轻松的话题。(一)亲生父亲是个颇负名望的老中医,行医几十年,医德医术有口皆碑,去逝近十年多,每次我下乡到医院,总有人提及父亲生前行医的事来,听者对我刮目相看,投来异常敬重的目光,这样的时候,常令我感到羞愧,羞愧未能报答父亲的养育之恩却还沾他的光。羞愧之余激起我进取的决心。不要给父亲抹黑!父亲临终一贫如洗,我们姐妹几个靠抚恤金长大成人。父亲得到的是千千万万人的崇敬,无疑他是富有的,我深感自豪,因为父亲。记忆中,父亲的办公室永远是拥挤的,小小的我要费力地拨开许多病人的腿才挤到父亲身旁,父亲总是左手搭在病人脉上,嘴里问着病情,眼睛微笑着注 Speaking of his father, is not a relaxing topic. (1) My biological father is a quite old Chinese medicine practitioner. He has been practicing medicine for decades and has enjoyed a reputation as a doctor of medical ethics. Nearly a decade after his death, I went to the hospital every time I came to the countryside. When I look up at me and throw my eyes at this unusual respect, I am always ashamed of being ashamed of failing to repay my father’s nourishment but still touch his light. Ashamed I aroused my aggressive determination. Do not discredit his father! His father died in poverty, and several of our sisters grew up on pensions. My father is revered by thousands of people, no doubt he is rich, I am very proud, because my father. In my memory, my father’s office was always crowded. Little I had to laboriously push aside many patients’ legs and squeeze beside my father. My father always left his hand on the pulse of the patient, his mouth was sick, his eyes were smiling Note