时光是一根根游刃有余的针,在你的脸庞上穿梭,缝密了你的眼角,织补起你的额头。—题记儿时记忆中的父亲是很爱笑的,眉眼弯弯的,眼角有几条细小的皱纹,生气时前额上会隐约浮现一个“三”字,眉间不自觉地拧起一个“川”字,我总想伸出手,抚平那深深浅浅的沟壑。我知道只有我犯错时,父亲才会挂上这种威严的表情。小学时,我每次拿着100分跑回家,在家门口迎接我的父亲总是如同先知一般,温柔地笑,整张脸 Time is a radical needles, shuttle in your face, sewing your eyes, weave your forehead. - Inscription childhood memories of the father is very fond of laughter, facial features, eyes a few small wrinkles, angry forehead when there will be a looming “” word, eyebrow unconsciously screwed up one “Chuan ” word, I always want to reach out and heal that deep and shallow gully. I knew my father would hang this majestic expression only when I made a mistake. Primary school, I ran home with 100 points each time, at the door to meet my father always like a prophet, gentle smile, the entire face