十五个春秋悄然逝去,我稚嫩的肩膀逐渐变得坚硬,而父亲的肩膀却刻下了饱经风霜的岁月痕迹。父亲不苟言笑,于是我自己常常在一旁追寻我与父亲的点滴。一、繁星点点,我与父亲走在回家的路上。“闺女,要不咱俩比比,看谁先到家。”父亲对我说。“好啊!我一定会比你先到家的!”我用稚嫩的声音胸有成竹地说。“是吗?口气挺大的呀!”父亲眼睛眯成了一条缝笑着对我说。 Fifteen autumn quietly gone, my tender shoulders gradually become hard, and his father’s shoulder was engraved weather-beaten signs of years. My father was unsmiling, so I was often chasing after me and my father bit by bit. First, starry, my father and I walked home on the road. “Daughter, or we two than Bibi, see who first arrived home.” “My father said to me. ”Well! I will certainly be home than yours! “ I said with a tender voice. ”Is it? Tough tone!" My father narrowed his eyes and smiled and said to me.