幼时记忆中父亲的样子已很模糊了。印象中第一次见到他时是1957年,这一年我六岁了,从两岁起我就一直在母亲机关的幼儿园中生活,并不清楚家中这两年所发生的变故。一个星期天的上午,父亲突然出现在家中,一下子见到了两年未见的个子高高的父亲,一个实实在在的父亲,一脸的笑容,让我坐到他的腿上,我高兴得不得了。晚上,母亲回到家,没有大悲大喜的样子,很平静,似乎一切都没有发生。这个家又凑齐了,又在一起生活了。 The way my father looked in childhood was blurred. I first met him in 1957 when I first met him. I was six years old this year. Since I was two years old, I have been living in the kindergarten of the mother institution and I have no idea what happened during the two years in my family. One Sunday morning, my father suddenly appeared at home, all of a sudden to see the tall father who had not seen him in two years, a real father, a smile on his face and let me sit on his lap. Incredible At night, my mother came home, there is no compassion, look very calm, it seems that nothing happened. This house is again done, living together again.