“想起那小时候,常坐在父亲肩头,父亲是那登山的梯,父亲是那拉车的牛……”读着质朴无华的《平凡的父亲》,耳畔又轻轻响起这熟悉的旋律。不知不觉中,泪水滑过脸颊,流到唇边,滴进心里。炎炎烈日,免不了蚊子来伴舞,每当坐在桌前做作业时,总要被叮上几口。偏偏 “I remembered that when I was a child, I used to sit on my father’s shoulders. My father was the climbing ladder. My father was a cow pulling a car...” Read plain and unpretentious “Ordinary Father,” and the ear gently whispered this familiar one. melody. Unconsciously, tears rolled over his cheeks, flowing to his lips and dripping into his heart. The scorching sun will inevitably be accompanied by mosquitoes. Every time you sit at a desk and do your homework, you will always have to take a few naps. Partial