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感谢,遇见了你,我的父亲。

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发表时间:2021-02-23 14:32

日复一日忙碌的生活中,总会遇见数不胜数的人。然而,真正的“遇见”的人又有几个呢?


从小到大,父亲很少出现在我的生活中,就好像,我与他形同陌路,未曾见过面。


也正因为这“形同陌路”,我与他中间,似乎什么隔着。别人的父亲,好歹还有严厉的爱,经常打骂。而我的父亲,甚至都没有骂过我。他对我的感情的唯一的表达方式,便是在偶尔高兴的时候,用长满钢针似的胡子的下巴在我额头上蹭几下,有时还抱抱我,我每次都把身子缩起来,试图避开他的怀抱,他也会突然察觉到我的不情愿,男的一笑的脸僵住了,手渐渐缩回去,随后,我便只能看见他的身影消失在门后……我从未遇见过他。


后来,我才明白,不是他不关心我,而是,我一直没有去……


饱满却让人不寒而栗的月亮悬在天空,我故意走得很慢,跟在一个身材矮小的身影后。我边走边在心里抱怨:自己去那澡堂“享受”,为什么要带上我去受罪?但也只能默默跟着。昏黄的路灯下,两个“陌生人”走着。


不过,望着前面的人,我发现他好像比以前变矮了许多,本来矫健的步伐,如今却慢了许多,为什么?


父亲还想要我给他擦背。哼!真会享受。可当我望见他的背后时,却愣住了。他就躺在那,可此时却像个老人。手臂上的皮肤松松垮垮,一根根青筋像藤蔓一样缠在手臂上,这怎么会是他的手臂?难道……我用力擦起来,父亲却突然喊疼,叫我轻点。我想起来:小时候洗澡,父亲给我擦背,我疼得嗷嗷直叫……我在不断长大,可我却丝毫意识到,父亲也在日复一日地衰老。为什么?


是为了我啊!他终日忙碌,难道不是为了我?而我却怪他不关心我,认为我与他从未“遇见”。其实,早在生命之初,我就与他的心灵相遇了,只是,我从未意识到。



英语翻译;

In the busy life day after day, there will always be countless people. However, how many people really "meet"?


Since I was young, my father has rarely appeared in my life. It seems that I am a stranger to him and have never met.


It is precisely because of this "similar to a stranger" that there seems to be something separated between me and him. Other people's fathers, anyhow still have strict love, often beat and scold. And my father didn't even scold me. The only way he expresses his feelings for me is when he is happy occasionally, he rubs my forehead with his chin covered with steel pins and sometimes he hugs me. I shrink my body every time. When I got up and tried to avoid his embrace, he would suddenly notice my reluctance. The man's smile froze, his hand gradually retracted, and then I could only see his figure disappearing behind the door... I have never met him.


Later, I realized that it was not that he did not care about me, but that I never went...


The full but chilling moon hung in the sky, and I deliberately walked very slowly, following a small figure. As I walked, I complained in my heart: I went to the bathhouse to "enjoy", why should I take me to suffer? But I could only follow silently. Under the dimly yellow street lamp, two "strangers" were walking.


However, looking at the person in front of him, I found that he seems to be much shorter than before. His original vigorous pace is now much slower. Why?


Father still wants me to wipe his back. Humph! I really enjoy it. But when I looked behind him, I was stunned. He was lying there, but now he looked like an old man. The skin on his arm is loose, and the green veins are wrapped around his arm like vines. How could this be his arm? Could it be... I rubbed it hard, but my father suddenly called it pain and told me to lighten it. I remembered: When I was a child, my father wiped my back, and I screamed with pain...I was growing up, but I didn't realize that my father was also aging day by day. why?


It's for me! He is busy all day, isn't it for me? But I blame him for not caring about me, thinking that I have never "meeted" with him. In fact, as early as the beginning of life, I met his soul, but I never realized it.


Thank you for meeting you, my father.


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