父亲小猫般伏在我背上,沉沉的,带着暖暖的体温。精准地算起来,这是父亲第三次赴京。我背着父亲正在向天安门方向走去。1949年第一次国庆阅兵,那时,父亲刚刚从炮火硝烟的浙东战场上下来,就作为中国人民解放军陆军第一方阵出现在天安门广场。经过天安门时,他本能地瞪大眼睛瞅城楼上的毛主席,可城楼离得实在是太远了,只看了一眼毛主席在城楼上挥手的远影,他们的第一方阵就喊着口号过去了。这也就成了他一辈子的一个心结。 Father kitten like volt in my back, heavy, with a warm body temperature. Accurately counted, this is my third trip to Beijing. My father is walking toward Tiananmen Square. The first national day military parade in 1949, at that time, his father just came down from the battlefield of the east of Zhejiang in which the artillery was smothered and appeared in the Tiananmen Square as the first phalanx of the army of the Chinese People’s Liberation Army. When Tiananmen Square passed instinctively, he instinctively stared up at Chairman Mao on the upper floor of the tower. However, it was too far away from the tower of the watchtower. He only looked at the long shadow waving by Chairman Mao in the tower and shouted from their first phalanx The slogan has passed. This also became a knot of his life.