往事就像手中的细沙,不管你是否握紧,它都会一点一点地从手中滑落。——题记我记事似乎很晚,等稍有一点记忆时,父亲已去高港工作,一星期才回来一次。妈妈说,那时我这个活泼好动的家伙一见到父亲就怯怯的。说来惭愧,我在十岁之前第一次对父亲有印象是因为他在我八岁生日那天买了一个 The past is like the fine sand in your hands. Whether you clench or not, it slides down from your hands. - Inscription I seem to be very late in the note. When I have a little memory, my father has been working in Gaogang and returned once a week. My mother said that when I was a lively guy, my father was jealous. Well, I had an impression on my father for the first time before I was ten years old because he bought one on my eighth birthday.