风,无声,吹绿了大地;爱,无言,滋润了心田。曾经认为,父亲是个感情迟钝的人。小时候放风筝,陪我的是母亲,捡风筝的是父亲。学习骑自行车,扶起摔倒的我的是母亲,站在一旁喊着让我爬起来继续的是父亲。小时候闯了祸,打我的是父亲,给我上药的是母亲。举办生日聚会,陪我吹蜡烛的是母亲,替我吹气球的是父亲。手指感染,上医院摘除坏指甲时微微颤抖地攥 Wind, silent, blowing green earth; love, silent, moist heartland. Once thought, father is a dull person. Kite flying as a child, to accompany me is the mother, pick up the kite is his father. Learning to ride a bike, propped up the fall of my mother, stood aside and shouted make me climb up to continue the father. A child broke into trouble, hit me is my father, give me the medicine is the mother. Hold birthday party, accompany me to the candle is the mother, the balloon for me is my father. Finger infection, griffey jr shoes, pick up the bad nails in the hospital clutched slightly shaking