As the taxi leaves, my father stands at the living room window looking out, watching me move off into the
1 , at 4:30 a. m. His grey hair is untidy(不整洁的) from sleeping.
Moments ago, he got up to carry my suitcase(行李箱) for me. At the middle of 2 night, he set it down for me on the front step in the cold air.
He thanked me for my cooking and for having travelled so far to 3 the holiday with him. I told him that I was worried about his loneliness and the 4 emptiness(空荡) of the house, as he went back to bed alone, to wake later, with 5 there.
"I have my own plans, " he said calmly, in the moments before I walked out.
When I arrived 10 days ago, I felt the quietness in the house. It was 6 and lifeless in the house. Then my brothers and I came and7 the rooms. But, now, they' re gone, I am the last to leave.
I watched the lights go off, but my father didn' t leave. 8 he couldn' t see me in the dark, he stood by the window watching, beside the tree. It was a fresh tree. He buys one every year for the new year. Always, it is ready to decorate when we 9 .
Like trees, my father has got through 10 times without complaining: the early death of my mother years ago, and now his children are far from home. The life of the trees is 11 while my father' s is long and strong. But both of them are tall and straight.
I watched him as he waited in the12 , and there we sat, talked, held our parties, watched the news, waited for the beauty of the winter' s twilight (暮色)each late afternoon and said goodbye. He stands still as the taxi leaves. Are there tears in his eyes, as there are in 13 ? I can' t wave from the taxi, as I leave a 14
to loneliness in the early morning darkness.
I leave behind two trees: one is with grey hair, the other is still 15 . But I don' t have the strength of either one. The sunrise today seems to come later than before.