寒冬,我拾起半片飘落的黄叶,手捧一杯父亲坟上的新土,凝视着那天边最后一丝坠落的残阳,深深感叹那离我而去的父爱…… 父亲是第一个教给我知识和劳作的人。在那秋雨淋淋的黄昏,在那淡黄色的煤油灯下,父亲教给 Winter, I picked up half of the falling yellow leaves, hand holding a new ground on a father’s grave, staring at the last trace of the sunset falling sun, deeply lamented that father away from me ... ... Father is the first to teach Give me knowledge and work people. In the autumn dusk, under the pale yellow kerosene lamp, my father taught