曾经,老爸是我的骄傲。老爸的披肩长发,是我的骄傲。我总是盼着放学,在校门口指着老爸跟同学介绍道,那是我老爸。然后,在同学们艳羡的目光和来不及合拢的口型中,跳上老爸那能组合出很多种速度的自行车后架,感觉自己瞬间高大起来。架子很小,我将双脚并得很拢,双手紧紧抓着老爸魁伟厚实的肩膀,风驰电掣,一路欢笑,穿越城市的大街小巷,任凭老爸随风飞舞的长发痒痒地拂过我的脸颊。 Once, dad is my pride. Dad’s shawl hair, is my pride. I am always looking forward to school, at the school gate pointing to my father and classmates introduced Road, that is my father. Then, in the envy of classmates and late to catch up with the mouth of the mouth, jump on the father that can be combined with many kinds of bike speed after the shelf, I feel instantly up high. The shelf is very small, I will be very close to both feet, my father clutching the thick, thick shoulders, clutching power, all the way laughter, through the streets of the city, despite the father flying long hair itchy brush My cheek