父亲的会计梦小时候,我家的小客厅经常围满了人,而且一批又一批。来的都是本地的渔民,他们知道我父亲精通会计,捕鱼归来都要找我父亲帮他们算账,父亲总是欣然应允。我看着父亲熟练地拨打着算盘,清脆的算盘声就像一曲美妙的音乐。很快父亲便把他们船上的账算得一清二楚。我记得有一个年轻的小渔民很有意思,他戴着一顶旧毡帽,胖胖的身材,说着口音特别重的闽南话,他那天分到了一千元。只见他把钱往兜里一 My father’s accounting dream When I was a kid, my small living room was often filled with people, and after another. All local fishermen come to know that my father is proficient in accounting and that fishing is about to return to my father for help. I watched my father proficiently call abacus, crisp abacus sound like a wonderful music. Soon Father put their boat account fairly clear. I remember having a very interesting young fisherman. He was wearing a old felt hat, a fat figure, and a dialect with a heavy accent. He was allocated a thousand dollars a day. I saw him in his pocket one