父亲是个手艺人。记得我小时候的每年冬天,父亲都要去一趟江南。江南产竹,父亲在那里破好竹子,盘成篾,装进麻袋挑回来,来年春夏之交再编成竹席卖出去。江南离我们家很远,沿途须翻山越岭,摆竹排过渡。父亲晚上睡在山民们搭给行人歇脚的竹棚里,冷得缩成一团;深夜,山坳里不时传出 Father is a craftsman. I remember every winter when I was young, my father had to go to the south. Bamboo produced in southern China, where his father broke a good bamboo plate into a plate, put back into the sack, the spring and summer of the year and then compiled into bamboo mats sold out. Jiangnan far away from our home, along the way to be over the mountains, Zhizhu transition. My father slept in the bamboo sheds where the mountain people took pedestrians to rest at night,