One bright that bit of one dark spark is recording time elapse, the form of bank of that lofty Wei had smoked two cigarette in the window. Although cloud and mist was spat outside the window, but can smell dimly through a crack between a door and its frame pungent nicotian flavour.
一明一暗的那点火星记录着时间的流逝，那个高大伟岸的身影已经在窗口抽了两根烟了。虽然云雾被吐出了窗外，但是透过门缝依稀能闻到刺鼻的烟草味。
Roll a head, sideways, stub full marks / by destroy in the smoke crock in tea table.
扭头，侧身，把烟蒂满分/按灭在茶几的烟缸里。
Had lugged trunk, smooth put on the floor, both hands pulls open slide fastener from two side annulus, open chest, ground floor briefs, sock; The 2nd Qiu Yiqiu pants; The shirt with three-layer neat fold, police uniform. "Give a talking-to -- " two side slide fastener gives out unified sound again, they told me resonantly, all these does not have the leeway that discuss.
拉过行李箱，平放在地板上，双手从两侧环拉开拉链，打开衣柜，第一层内裤、袜子；第二层秋衣秋裤；第三层折叠整齐的衬衣、警服。“呲——”两侧拉链再次发出统一的声音，它们响亮地告诉了我，这一切没有商量的余地。
"Rustle is sanded... " his bend is worn back, fu body is before the desk, the pen is in keep what writing. Need not look, also do not want to look, because this setting is in me at the moment rebroadcast is answered let off ten million to all over, I was familiar with too, I do not see that piece of paper also knew what to write, it is for certain: "Baby, I am sorry... " reason is Protean, the result has only: Break one's promise, abandon, leave...
“沙沙沙……”他弓着背，俯身在桌前，笔在不停地写着什么。不用看，也不想看，因为这个场景在我眼前重播回放过千万遍，我太熟悉了，那张纸我不看也知道写了什么，肯定是：“宝贝，对不起……”理由千变万化，结果只有一个：失信、抛弃、离开……
The door opened, a pair of ham and a tremendous boot appeared before my, I feel wronged and act rashly the ground did not look up, without the hug, did not persuade to stay... I know those is otiose, because I once had tried completely.
房门开了，我的眼前出现了一双大腿和一个巨大的行李箱，我赌气地没有抬头，没有拥抱，没有挽留……我知道那些都是没有用的，因为我曾经全试过。
A warm old hand tries to touch my shoulder, I exert oneself to do sth. twist body, struggling its apology, run into a room, close.
一只温暖的大手试图抚摸我的肩膀，我用力扭动身体，挣扎着它的歉意，跑进房间，关门。
Outside the door, after sighing gently, wheel emphatically is chafing floor, until " phut! " door of guard against theft shut me to holiday all illusions.
门外，一声轻叹后，轮子用力地摩擦着地板，直到“砰！”防盗门关闭了我对假期所有的幻想。
I open a door, run to the front of the window, staring at the exit of that corridor. Not a little while, that familiar form is pulling boot double to arrive before the car, open door, lower one's head Fu body, halted suddenly, that right hand was lifted rise, overhead square emphatically brandish two, my tears rolls not self-consciously fall down, had delimited face, so he knows me all the time. Next inside the car when that form is gotten, close, engine rang, the car disappears in my line of sight.
我打开房门，跑到窗前，盯着那个楼道的出口处。不一会儿，那个熟悉的身影拖着行李箱快步走到车前，打开车门，低头俯身，忽然停住了，那只右手举了起来，在头顶上方用力地挥了两下，我的眼泪不自觉地滚落下来，划过脸庞，原来他一直懂我。然后那身影钻时车内，关门，发动机响了，车消失在我的视线中。
I run back to a room, open that piece to be folded the paper of love, as expected, writing above; "Baby, I am sorry, father is examine of one celebrity policeman, the responsibility that be people to serve is me... "
我跑回房间，打开那张被折成爱心的纸，果然，上面写着；“宝贝，对不起，爸爸是一名人民警察，为人民服务是我的责任……”
If say Zhu Ziqing " back " in that " in glittering and translucent tear light, fat, the back of mandarin jacket of black cloth of gown of black cloth cotton " it is father love, so the back when my father leaves also is father love, its church my what is responsibility, what is to take on, what is independent...
如果说朱自清的《背影》里那个“晶莹的泪光中，肥胖的，青布棉袍黑布马褂的背影”是父爱，那么我爸爸离开时的背影也是父爱，它教会了我什么是责任，什么是担当，什么是独立……
I turn over that exercise silently, because I want to hear that familiar sound to say to me: "Smelly boy, you are true good! You are true good!!
我默默地翻开那本作业，因为我想听到那个熟悉的声音对我说：“臭小子，你真不赖！”(文/肖霈泽)