父亲在去世的两年前给了我一个小手提箱,里面装的是他的作品,手稿和笔记。他装作以前那样轻松玩笑地要我在他走后再看,这个“走”当然是说的是他死了以后。他说:“翻翻就行了。看看有没有对你有用的东西。或许在我走后你可以挑选一些发表。”说这话时是在我的书房里。在四面全是书的墙的包围之中,父亲想找个地方放下箱子。他左右徘徊,就仿佛一个想把自己身上的痛苦的负担赶紧卸下去的人。最 Two years ago, my father gave me a small suitcase containing his works, manuscripts and notes. He pretended to be as jesty as before asking me to see after he left. This “walking” of course meant that he was dead. He said: “Flip over and see if there’s anything that works for you, maybe you can pick a few posts after I go.” "Say it in my study. Surrounded by walls full of books, my father wanted a place to put down the box. He wandered about as if he were trying to unload the burden of his own pain. most