在我小的时候,初次见面的大人都会问我这样一个问题：你是喜欢爸爸还是喜欢妈妈?那时的我会毫不犹豫地说是妈妈,因为在那时,“爸爸”这个词似乎离我很遥远,只有母亲经常向我念叨这个仿佛对我很重要的人。爸爸成为了儿时的我特别崇拜的人,因为母亲把他描述得完美无缺,我甚至想要成为像爸爸这样的大人物。更大的时候,我知道了“爸爸”并不是一个人的名字,而是母亲的丈夫,我的父亲,我渴望着这个令我崇拜的人来到我的身边,这样我会更幸福。终于,父亲回来了,离开了他热爱的飞机回到了我的身边。我渐渐发现这个从前令我敬 When I was young, the first time adults met me, I asked this question: Do you like father or mother? At that time, I would not hesitate to say it was my mother, because at that time, the word “dad” seemed to be I am very far away. Only my mother often chants to me this person who seems to be important to me. Dad became my childhood admirer, because the mother described him perfectly, and I even wanted to be a big man like Dad. When I was older, I knew that “Dad” was not a person’s name, but my mother’s husband, my father, I was eager to come to my side with this person who made me worship, so that I would be happier. Finally, my father came back and left his loved plane back to me. I gradually discovered that this made me respect