父亲是在腊月二十九去世的。一转眼老爸离开这个喧嚣的世界都快三十年了。多年来,我每当睡不着躺在床上辗转反侧时,都会被那如烟的往事缠绕着。这些年,我想得最多的是父亲。父亲有灵,一定在责怪我,怨我答应过他的事没有办,并且一拖就跨过了一个世纪。不是我不愿尽人子的孝心,满足父亲临终前唯一的要求。也不是我的笔力不够,材料不足。拖了二十多年没有动笔,只是因为父亲的一生实在没有什么传奇的事迹,也没有什 His father died on the twelfth lunar month twenty-nine. A blink of an eye Dad left the hustle and bustle of the world almost thirty years. Over the years, whenever I could not sleep in bed and tossing and turning, I was entangled in the smoke of the past. All these years, my father is the one I think the most. My father, being spiritually, must have blamed me for not doing the thing I promised him, and it has spanned a century. It is not my filial piety that I do not want to do my best to satisfy my father’s only request before his death. Nor is my lack of effort, lack of material. Dragged more than two decades did not work, but because of his father’s life there is no legend of deeds, there is no