想起童年，我总会想起一座阁楼，想起阁楼上的那双眼睛。那双眼睛是父亲的。那时候，我才6岁。我们全家住在离父亲任教的学校只有一墙之隔的一个小庭院里。因为母亲在离家很远的一家钢厂上班，和我们在一起的日子很少，照顾我们兄弟的担子全落在父亲身上。父亲是一个在当地口碑 When I think of childhood, I always think of an attic and think of the eyes in the attic. The eyes are the father’s. At that time, I was only 6 years old. Our family lived in a small courtyard separated by a wall from the school where my father taught. Because mothers work at a steel factory far away from home, there are few days of living with us, and the burden of taking care of our brothers falls on the father. Father is a local reputation