风，呼呼地吹着，伴着阵阵寒意；心，嘣嘣地跳着，含着片片思念……我的眼里，闪着点点泪花。与爸爸失去联络的日子，是多么寂寥。往日的欢笑，已成为遥远的回忆，爸爸的容貌只能在梦中相见。远在中东的爸爸与家里失去联系长达一个星期了。伊拉克与美国的战事已日趋升温，偶尔 The wind blew and blew, accompanied by bursts of chill; heart, slamming, with a piece of thoughts ... ... my eyes, flashing little tears. How lonely it is to lose contact with Daddy. The laughter of the past has become a distant memory. The face of Dad can only meet in a dream. Far away in the Middle East, his father lost contact with his family for a week. The war between Iraq and the United States has gradually increased, occasionally