周末的下午,阳光从叶间漏进窗台,斑驳的,泻了一地。我和表弟各执一支笔,写着同一个主题。“爸爸,爸爸”——他笔下飞快地跑出一串稚嫩的字符,而我手中的笔在两个字上停滞了仿佛一辈子那样长——父亲。那年暑假结束,我从故乡炙热的怀抱中退出身来,依依地步向那个南方的城市。那是一个清冷的早晨,一下车,南方的空气就热情地予我一个微凉的拥抱。父亲在出站口等我,我看见他微微躬下身子摆弄着手机,背负着一片苍白的天空,面 Weekend afternoon, the sun leaked into the windowsill from the leaves, mottled, diarrhea. My cousin and I each pen, writing the same theme. “Daddy, Daddy” - he sprinted out a string of immature characters, and the pen in my hand stopped as long as his life-father. That summer end of the summer, I am home from the embrace of hot back, relying on the way to that southern city. It was a cold morning, get off the car, the south of the air will be warmly give me a cool hug. Father waiting for me at the exit, I saw him bowed his body slightly on the phone, carrying a pale sky, noodles