父亲的脸是一间书房。冬天走了进去并管辖了这块地方。他的眼睛变成了一座随时都会崩塌的雪山峭壁;他的眉毛弯曲得就像光秃秃的大树上的黑色枝条;他的皮肤显现出冬日阳光的那种苍白阴郁的黄;他的下巴宛如被雪封住的刚刚收割完的田地,上面零星点缀着一些残茬;他的前额好似冰封的伊利湖,将阵阵在黑暗中旋转的冷峻思潮隐藏其中。他曾是一名猎狼人,日日夜夜守护着家门不让狼靠近;而后他又变成了一名逐鹰斗士,不分昼夜 His father’s face is a study. Winter walked in and ruled this place. His eyes turned into a snow-capped mountain cliff that would collapse at any moment; his eyebrows bent like black branches of a bare tree; his skin had the gloomy pale yellow of the winter sun; The snow-hardened fields that had just been harvested were sprinkled with splinters scattered on top of each other; his forehead resembles the frozen Lake Erie, hiding the stern currents of thought that whirl in the darkness. He had been a hunting lynch, guarded the house day and night to prevent the wolf from approaching; then he became a by Eagle Warrior, day and night