他醉眼蒙咙,步履踉跄。当橐橐的皮鞋声响过家门的时候,墙壁上的挂钟清脆地敲响了九下,已是晚九点了。前边的房门半掩着,皎洁的灯光下,儿子仍孜孜不倦地伏案“夜战”。难得儿子这么勤奋,他的胸中涌起一股热潮。“爸,这道作文题挺不好做,您来给我指导一下。”儿子向他求助。他连忙凑了过去,只见草稿本的首行赫然写着 He was blind and obsessed, and stumbled. When the sneakers sounded through the door, the clock on the wall rang nine times. It was already nine in the evening. The door at the front of the room is partially closed, and under the bright lighting, the son is still tirelessly “night fighting”. The son is so diligent, and there is an upsurge in his chest. “Dad, this essay question is very difficult to do. You can give me guidance.” The son asked him for help. He quickly joined in the past and saw the first line of the draft