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                                                     我忽然在无眠的夜里想你

                                                     我写字的父亲

                                                     我想起你常常在家人埋怨时写字

                                                     我不止一次站在你的后面

                                                     看你写字

                                                     你双手嶙峋紧握毛笔

                                                     一撇一捺写下那些你认为值得去写的方块字

                                                     孔子、老子、孟子......

                                                     我知道你一定在写字时想起了很多事情

                                                     最多的是你早逝的母亲

                                                     祖母离开你太早

                                                     所以你比别人更多的回忆

                                                     那些14岁之前幸福的时光

 

                                                     如今的您已经70岁了

                                                     我看到你的脖子都刻满了岁月的痕迹

                                                     一头的白发是那么的孤独

                                                     它们还能记起那些曾经被抚摸的温柔吗？

 

                                                    事实上我也想起了很多的事情

                                                    最多的是你一生的苦难

                                                    我想起年幼时因为顽皮让你生气

                                                    青春时因为叛逆对你的不尊

                                                    成人时因为爱情对你的远离

                                                    ......

                                                   人到老年，您无力再争辩什么

                                                   每当无奈的时候就转过身去写字

                                                   从来没有一些文字写在干净又洁白的纸上

                                                   因为小时候的苦难让你不舍得在那么好的纸上写字

                                                   那些字总是层层叠叠的挤在一起

                                                   犹如你的人生里层层叠叠挤在一起的沧桑

                                                   我觉得您是那么的孤独

                                                   虽然儿女绕膝

                                                   一生的风雨往往还是自己承担

 

                                                   这无眠的黑夜啊

                                                   这无边的黑暗啊

                                                   我想起您

                                                   悄悄地，有泪滑落在脸颊