我的父亲于2005年6月9日因病去世,父亲的一生给我留下的记忆太多太多。多少次,我都想认真地把这些记忆写出来。可拿起笔后又不知从哪里下笔,总感到什么都该写,又什么都不值得写。掂来掂去,还是把笔搁下了。就这样周而复始,一下子过去了8年。今天我又拿起了笔,我还是执意要写。我想只要能够写下来,哪怕只是一些零星的记忆碎片,对我都将是一种莫大的精神慰籍。父亲是一个不苟言笑的人,威严的神态始终伴随着他。父亲平时 My father died of illness on June 9, 2005, and his father’s life left me too much memory. How many times, I want to carefully write these memories. Can pick up the pen and I do not know where to write, always feel what should be written, and nothing worth writing.掂 come and go, or put the pen down. In this way, suddenly passed for eight years. Today I picked up the pen, I still insisted on writing. I think as long as we can write down, even if only some sporadic memory fragments, will be a great spiritual consolation to me. Father is a stern person, majestic demeanor is always with him. Father usually