深秋,寒夜。我回到家,暂时隔绝了屋外凛冽的寒风。打开灯,循着灯光四望,发现父母都还未到,下意识地用舌头舔了舔干裂的嘴唇。我一边抱怨气候的干燥,一边埋怨父母又忙于工作不顾家。推开房门,我略带疲惫地放下书包,蓦地发现了一支静静直立在书桌上的润唇膏,这正是我所迫切需要的啊,在这寒冷干燥的秋季。“是父亲给我的吧。”我若有所思,思绪又飘到了上一个寒夜。 Autumn, cold night. I returned home, temporarily isolated from the cold wind outside the house. Turn on the lights, follow the light and find that neither parents have yet to subconsciously lick their chapped lips with their tongues. While complaining about the dry climate, I complain that my parents are too busy working at home. As I opened the door, I slightly put down my school bag exhaustedly and found a lip balm that stood still on my desk. This is exactly what I urgently needed in this cold and dry autumn. “My father gave it to me.” "If I thought, thoughts floated to a cold night.