冬天，你还会回来吗
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冬天，你还会回来吗
今天是今年第一次下雨，雨滴很大，却只下了一小会。早在八点钟时，夜就带着些许潮湿的伤感，占据了整个天空。
八点时，我刚放学回到家中，家里黑漆漆的，只见一个沉寂的身影坐在沙发上，一星红光，一缕青烟。我像往常一样不说话的走进我的房间，他突然回过神来问：“你这么早就回来了?”“嗯，已经快八点了!”我不耐烦的的回答，他没有再接话，抽完烟，快步走进厨房，开了灯，开始准备晚餐。我像往常一样放开音乐，躺在床上，美其名曰：学习累了，休息下。我给母亲打了个电话，“快吃饭了，什么时候回来?”“我还有点事，你们先吃吧。”我将母亲的话复述给他，他没吭声。我们都不爱说话。
八点半，“吃饭吧!”他朝屋里喊，我应了一声，磨蹭了一会才出去，只见他正点燃一支烟，深深的吸进肺里。桌子中间有一盘菜和一碗米饭，我坐在他对面，拿起筷子看了一眼饭桌，问他为什么只盛一碗米饭，“我不想吃，你吃吧。”边说边把菜推到我这边，我想让他也吃些米饭，可却说不出口，米饭一直放在比菜更远的位置。这时我才突然觉得他今天很反常，压抑的气氛让我很难品尝到饭菜的美味，我吃着菜，探着中间的米饭，想着心事，很快就饱了，我放下筷子走回房间。“再吃点，吃肉。”“不想吃了，已经很饱了。”接着，我听到他收拾碗筷的声音，声音很大，他心情一定糟透了，他突然说：“就这么两年了，好好学习吧，考个一本就是挣了二三十万呢……”他想说什么，却没了声音……
我突然感觉到了什么，我猜他一定是又要走了，今晚是在家最后一顿饭，母亲还没能回来吃饭，他伤感的情绪中夹杂着些许抱怨，对!一定是这样的。
安静的房屋中偶尔断断续续传来吸鼻子的声音，尽管压得很低，可还是打断了我的思绪，我看着眼前的数学题，脑海一片空白。我终于坐不下去了，轻轻的走出房间，假装去上厕所，路过他房间时偷偷的瞟了一眼，没有开灯，一个黑黑的背影坐在床头上，一星红光，一缕青烟……
他这几年一直在一个离家很远的地方种地，每年春天离去，冬天快过节时回来，常年一个人在外，今年也不例外，只是没想到这次竟走的这么早。由于我不习惯住校，所以母亲在学校附近租了套房子，他为了能给我们更好的环境，选择了楼房，这无疑使我们本就拮据的生活雪上加霜。为了还清债务，为了更好的生活，他今年准备再养些畜生，所以以后的冬天，也许不会再回来了……
想到这里我才清晰的意识到他这次离开的时间之久，不禁有些想哭的感觉，这一别，会是多久啊……
九点半，他调整好呼吸，给母亲打电话，用正常的语调说：“怎么还没回来?”母亲说：“今天白跑出去一趟，没挣着钱，现在正往回走呢，公交车也没了，要不你来接我吧……”“没挣上钱就从那么远往回走?没公交了打个车回来呢哇。”他有些抱怨的说，“没事儿，我都走了一半了，一会就回去了……”“那我去接你吧……”挂了电话，他叹了口气，盯着那早已褪了色的手机呆了好几秒，穿上衣服，摸出二百元钱来，走到我桌旁说：“我明天走。”“嗯”他把钱放到我手边说：“锁在抽屉里，多会没钱了就拿上花……我去接你妈去，你好好写作业啊……”“嗯”。不知为何，我竟没有勇气抬头看看他那憔悴的容颜，装着样子在埋头苦读，可却一个字也看不进去，直到门“咚”的一声关了，像是打开了眼睛的闸门，泪水涌现，灯光迷离，我赶紧拿出纸把它擦干，又拿出笔将它铭记……
十点二十，月光下，破旧的电动车载着一对成年男女摇摇晃晃的骑来，他小心的把电动车停进楼道，锁上。“咚咚咚”我惊慌藏好心情与泪水，冲到门前开门，是母亲，“晚上好~”她用很愉悦的口吻说道，“嗯”。她用这假愉悦的口气营造的氛围没能达到效果，她没再说话，自己去厨房吃那冷透了的菜。他随后上来，喘着粗气，爬个五楼竟有些吃力了，我回想起当年他背着我上楼时那结实的肩膀，可如今，他老了，肩膀弯了，又黑又瘦，像个老头儿，他缓缓弯下腰，换鞋，又慢慢回到房间去，没有开灯，扶着腿坐在床头，抽出根香烟，静静点上，看着丝丝烟雾被黑暗吞噬……
此刻桌上正摆着语文书上那《琵琶行》，不禁想到：“床前一缕青烟起，蓝月倾窗化我屋，又见春归万物生，花馨人散泪花眼，泣不成言惨将别，别时匆匆何时见。”明日再回到这桌前，再也看不到那一星红光，一缕青烟。泪水涌现，灯光迷离，迷离间闪烁的是世界上最爱我的男人——我的父亲。
英文翻译
In winter, you will come back yet
Today is the first time this year the rain, raindrop great, but only under a little while. As early as eight o'clock at night he took a little moist sad, takes up the whole sky.
Eight, I just came home from school, a home dark, he saw a silent figure sitting on a couch, a red star, a wisp of smoke. As usual, do not speak I walked into my room, he suddenly recovered asked: "? You come back so early," "ah, almost eight o'clock," answered my impatient, and he did not! take it, smoked cigarettes, walked into the kitchen, turned on the light, he began to prepare dinner. I let go of the music as usual, lying in bed, calling: learning tired, rest under. My mother called and "fast to eat, when to come back?" "I have something, you eat it." I will repeat the words of his mother to him, he did not say anything. We are all very quiet.
Half past eight, "eat it!" He shouted toward the house, I should cry, linger for a while before to go out, I saw him lit a cigarette, inhaled deeply into the lungs. Middle of the table there is a food and a bowl of rice, I sat across from him, picked up the chopsticks looked at the dinner table, and asked him why he only filled a bowl of rice, "I do not want to eat, you eat." Cook said as he pushed to I'm here, I want him to also eat rice, you can not even speak, rice has been placed farther position than the dish. Then I suddenly think he is very unusual today, oppressive atmosphere so I can not taste the food delicious, I eat vegetables, explore the middle of rice, thinking mind, and soon to eat, and I put down the chopsticks back room. "And then eat, eat meat." "Do not want to eat, has been very full," Then I heard him clean up the dishes sound, loud, he must feel terrible, he suddenly said:. "It's that two years, learn it, test a one is to earn 23 million it ...... "He wanted to say something, but no sound ......
I suddenly felt something, and I guess he must be going away again, tonight is the last meal at home, his mother did not come back for dinner, he sad mood mixed with a little complaining, right! It must be the case.
Quiet house occasionally came off the nose of sound absorption, although low, can still interrupted my thoughts, I was staring at the math, my mind went blank. I finally glanced secretly sit down, and gently out of the room, pretending to go to the bathroom, passing his room at a glance, no lights, a black silhouette sitting on the bed, a red star, a ray smoke ......
In recent years he has been in a place far from home farming, every spring leave, come back soon winter holidays, all year round a person out, this year is no exception, but actually did not expect this to go so early. Since I am not accustomed to live on campus, so the mother rented a house near the school, he was to give us a better environment, choose the building, which is no doubt that we present to the constraints of life worse. In order to pay off debt, for a better life, he was ready to raise some animals again this year, so after the winter, perhaps not coming back ......
Here, I think this time he was clearly aware of the departure of long time, can not help but feeling like crying, the other would be how long ah ......
Half past nine, he adjusted breathing, call to his mother, in your normal voice, said: "how not come back?" The mother said: "Today Baipao out of a trip, did not earn the money, take it back now, Buses did not, or you pick me ...... "" did not earn the money back from so far away? No bus to play a car back then wow. "Some complained he said," all right, I have gone half, one will go back ...... "" Then I pick you it ...... "hung up the phone, he sighed and stared at the phone had faded spent several seconds, put clothes, pulled out two hundred dollars, went to my desk, said: "I go tomorrow." "ah" He put the money in my hand, said: "locked in a drawer, took on more will have no money to spend ...... I go to pick up your mother, you have a good homework ah ...... "" ah. " I do not know why, I actually have the courage to look up at his haggard face, filled look at knuckled down to study, but can not look at a word, until the door "boom" is heard off, like the floodgates opened his eyes, tears emerged, lights blurred, I quickly took the paper to dry it, and picked up a pen to it, bearing in mind ......
Ten twenty, moonlight, old electric car with a pair of adult men and women rickety ride, he carefully put the electric car pulled into the corridor, locked. "Tapping" a good mood and I panic hiding tears, rushed to the front door, the mother, "Good evening ~" very pleasant tone she said, "ah." She used this fake pleasant tone to create an atmosphere did not achieve the desired effect, she did not speak again, go to the kitchen to eat it yourself thoroughly cold dishes. He came up, breathing heavily, climb a fifth floor actually somewhat difficult, and I recall that when he was carrying a strong shoulder when I went upstairs, but now, he was old, shoulders bent, dark and thin, like an old man, he slowly bent down, his shoes, and slowly went back to the room, no lights, leaning legs sitting in bed, out of cigarettes, quietly point, watching the slightest smoke is dark swallowed ......
Being arrayed on the table at the moment that the language in the book "Pipa", could not help thinking: "wisp of smoke from the bed, the window of Blue Moon pour my house, you see Chungui all students, were scattered flower Xin tears eyes, weeping not a miserable word will do, when to do when in a hurry to see. "Tomorrow, back to this table, no longer see that red star, a wisp of smoke. Tears emerged, lights blurred, blurred flashing is a favorite among my men in the world - my father.