父亲有点像冰箱里的灯,你不知道它一直都在工作,等你打开门的时候,才知道它一直都亮着,我的父亲就是这样,默默疼爱我。父爱延绵,撑着车后座一圈又一圈6岁之前,我一直跟母亲住在农村,而父亲远在北京。一年只有3个月的时间能见到他,父亲每次回家都穿着严肃的军装,也没有太多话,有人说父亲长得凶,而他看我的目光却总是那么温和。童年的我,最期盼的事 My father is a bit like a lamp in a refrigerator. You do not know if it’s always working. When you open the door, you know it’s lit up. My dad did it and silently loved me. Father’s love stretches, holding the car back and forth around the circle before 6 years old, I have been living in the countryside with her mother, and his father far in Beijing. Only three months a year to see him, every time my father went home wearing a serious uniform, there is not much to say, some people say his father fierce, but he looked my eyes are always so gentle. Childhood I, the most looking forward to things