對父愛的詮釋最令人深刻的，當(dāng)屬朱自清的《背影》雖怯于言表，但那深深的愛都藏在了幾句簡單的囑咐和幾個朱紅的橘子里，也藏在了那蹣跚離去又頻頻回頭的背影中。時過境遷，歲月流轉(zhuǎn)，但是那些至真至純的血脈親情，永不會變。今編此文，獻給為人子女的你。
I said, “Dad, you might leave now.” But he looked out of window and said, “I’m going to buy you some tangerines. You just stay here. Don’t move around.” I caught sight of several vendors waiting for customers outside the railings beyond a platform. But to reach that platform would require crossing the railway track and doing some climbing up and down. That would be a strenuous job for father, who was fat. I wanted to do all that myself, but he stopped me, so I could do nothing but let him go. I watched him hobble towards the railway track in his black skullcap, black cloth mandarin jacket and dark blue cotton-padded cloth long gown. He had little trouble climbing down the railway track, but it was a lot more difficult for him to climb up that platform after crossing the railway track. His hands held onto the upper part of the platform, his legs huddled up and his corpulent body tipped slightly towards the left, obviously making an enormous exertion. While I was watching him from behind, tears gushed from my eyes. I quickly wiped them away lest he or others should catch me crying. The next moment when I looked out of the window again, father was already on the way back, holding bright red tangerines in both hands.
我說道，“爸爸，你走吧。”他望車外看了看，說，“我買幾個橘子去。你就在此地，不要走動。”我看那邊月臺的柵欄外有幾個賣東西的的等著顧客。走到那邊月臺，須穿過鐵道，須跳下去又爬上去。父親是一個胖子，走過去自然要費些事。我本來要去的，他不肯，只好讓他去。我看見他戴著黑布小帽。穿著黑布大馬褂，深青布棉袍，蹣跚在走到鐵道邊，慢慢探身下去，尚不大難�？墒撬┻^鐵道，要爬上那邊月臺，就不容易了。他用兩手攀著上面，兩腳再向上縮;他肥胖的身子向左微傾，顯出努力的樣子。這時我看見他的的背影，我眼淚很快地流下來了。我趕緊拭干了淚，怕他看見，也怕別人看見。我再向外看時，他已抱了朱紅的橘子往回走了。
In crossing the railway track, he first put the tangerines on the ground, climbed down slowly and then picked them up again. When he came near the train, I hurried out to help him by the hand. After boarding the train with me, he laid all the tangerines on my overcoat, and patting the dirt off his clothes, he looked somewhat relieved and said after a while, “I must be going now. Don’t forget to write me from Beijing!” I gazed after his back retreating out of the carriage. After a few steps, he looked back at me and said, “Go back to your seat. Don’t leave your things alone.” I, however, did not go back to my seat until his figure was lost among crowds of people hurrying to and fro and no longer visible. My eyes were again wet with tears.
過鐵道時，他先將橘子散放在地上，自己慢慢爬下，再抱起橘子走。到這邊時，我趕緊去攙他。他和我走到車上，將橘子一股腦兒放在我的皮大衣上。于是撲撲衣上泥土，心里很輕松似的，過了一會說，“我走了;到那邊來信!”我望著他走出去。他走了幾步，回過頭看見我，說，“進去吧，里邊沒人。”等他的背影混入來來往往的人里，再找不著了，我便進來坐下，我的眼淚又來了。
