父亲深深地陷在被子里,只露出一个瘦削的头,一张峥嵘的脸。七十四岁的父亲可受苦了。医生要他仰躺在床上,一月之内不能坐起来,吃喝拉撒,痛苦或者幸福,忧郁或者平静,回忆或者期盼,孤独或者快乐,一切的一切,都在床上进行和完成。其实我知道,父亲只有前者,没有后者。我默默地凝望着父亲那张脸,看见他的鼻孔里长满了又细又密的毛,也如头发一样,白了。人一老,一切都呈现萎缩趋势,唯独鼻毛 His father was deeply trapped in the quilt, exposing only a thin head, a towering face. The 74-year-old father can suffer. The doctor asked him to lie on his bed. Within a month he could not sit up, eat or drink Lassa, his pain or happiness, melancholy or calm, memories or hopes, loneliness or joy, everything was done in bed. In fact, I know, my father only, not the latter. I stared silently at my dad’s face and saw his nostrils covered with thin, dense hairs, as white as hair. Old man, everything shows a shrinking trend, except nose hair