父親節小故事：與父親一笑泯恩仇

我爸爸有一雙駭人的大眼，還有黑壓壓雜亂的濃眉壓在眼皮上。每當他想傳授給我什麼的時候，他就會突然猝不及防地靠近，提高音量，舞動他的濃眉，圓睜着眼睛。提醒我，我已經進入了他的怒氣領域和力氣範圍。當然，技術上，我爸從未正式打過我，但是他發明了一種惡作劇的施暴方法，就是高高揚起他的巴掌，低頭瞪着我，做出要掌摑的姿勢，剎那間蒲扇式的手掌扇下來，結果只是和自己的另一隻手掌拍擊，在我耳邊製造出巨大的聲響來。我嚇得一抖，我爸大笑不已。這個拙劣的把戲一直貫穿我的嬰兒和幼兒階段，然而我卻從未真正意義上破解和免疫。每當高高的巴掌的陰影落在我身上，我還是會瑟縮，還是會發抖。這種恐懼建立在不確定性上——不知道什麼時候父親的大赦會失效。然而，當父親老去的那一天，他的強大崩塌，他的威脅也將解除。在台灣作家張大春的《聆聽父親》裏，他講了一段他為父親洗澡的故事。張大春第一次見到父親的身體就是在球場的浴室裏，“那是一具你知道再怎麼你也比不上的身體。大，什麼都大的一個身體。吧嗒吧嗒打肥皂，嘩啦啦沖水，呼啊呼啊吆喝着的身體。”——卡夫卡也寫過，當他小時候和父親一起洗澡，他自慚形穢地不敢走出浴室。張大春再給父親洗澡，已經是父親意外摔倒，脊椎神經受傷之後，那時父親只能躺在病牀，“連洗個澡都要求人。”當我用蓬蓬頭衝擊他那發出陣陣酸氣的身體，他總是説：“老天爺罰我。”“老天爺為什麼罰你?”“它就是罰我。”在那一刻，一個句子朝我衝撞過來：“這老人垮了。”那年，我爸送我來北京上大學。我發現我們的交談時時都具有冷場的危險性。我問他：“北京怎麼樣?”我爸説：“北京好大哇。”我又問：“學校怎麼樣?”我爸説：“大學好大哇。”“好大”，成為爸爸對一切他所不熟悉的事情的形容詞。在談話無法繼續的冷場中，我又驚又急地意識到：外物都大了，父親自然就小了。母親是一寸寸變老的，父親是瞬間變老的。我們鬥爭了整個童年的敵人，自己繳了械。孩子的生命被父親懲罰，父親的生命被歲月懲罰。都是輸家，那就乾脆就惺惺相惜，一笑泯恩仇吧。

my dad has a pair of big eyes appalling, and a dense mass of messy eyebrows pressure on the eyelid. whenever he wanted to teach me something, he would suddenly caught off guard close, increase the volume, dancing his eyebrows, his eyes wide open. reminded me that i have entered the realm of his anger and strength range. of course, technically, my dad never officially beat me, but he invented a method of mischievous violence, his hand is raised high, looking down at me, slapped position to make an instant style pushan fan palms down, and their results just another palm slap in my ear to create a huge sound. i was scared flick, my dad laughing incessantly. this trick has been throughout my poor baby and toddler stage, but i never really cracked and immune meaning. whenever slap tall shadow fell on me, i will huddle, still trembling. this fear is built on uncertainty - do not know when his father's amnesty will fail. however, when the father of old that day, his mighty collapse, his threat will be released. chang is a writer in taiwan, "listen to your father", he told a story of his father bathe. chang is the first time i saw his father's body was in the stadium bathroom, "that is a matter how you know you can not compare the body. big, what a great body. pit hit soap, crashed red water, call call ah ah yelling body "- kafka also wrote that when he was a boy and his father bathe together, he ashamed to dare out of the bathroom. chang's father to give a bath, is already a father accidentally fall, after spinal cord injury, when the father can only lie in bed, "even require people to take a bath." when i puff shock his head bursts acid gas body, he always said: "god punish me." "why god punish you," "it is fine me." in that moment, a sentence collision came towards me:?. "this old man collapsed" that year, my dad sent me to beijing university. i found our conversation all the time dangerous cold field. i asked him: "beijing how?" my dad said:. "beijing big wow," i asked: "how was school?" my dad said:. "college big wow", "big", became the father of he is not familiar with all the things that adjective. in a cold market can not continue the conversation, i realized that excited and nervous and anxious: foreign objects are big, his father naturally small. mother was one begins to grow old, his father was an instant aging. we struggle throughout childhood enemy, himself disarmed. father of a child's life to be punished, punished his father's life by years. are losers, it simply sympathetic, hardship it.