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你眼底的温柔,是我读错的深爱。他越来越讨厌那双小眼睛,那是父亲的眼睛。可他以前不是这样的。夏日的午后,父亲拉一把藤椅/坐在梧桐树下,小眼睛眯缝着,好像睡着了。他蹑手蹑脚地靠近父亲,拿梧桐花戳父亲的鼻子尖,父亲手一伸,便轻而易举地捉住了他。他很奇怪,那双小眼睛明明闭着,怎么抓得这么准?父亲眯缝着眼说,你小子想千什么都逃不过父亲这双眼睛。
The gentleness of your eyes is the love I read wrongly. He is more and more hate the pair of little eyes, it is the father’s eyes. But he was not like that before. Summer afternoon, my father pulled a wicker chair / sitting under the plane tree, his eyes narrowed, asleep. He crept close to his father, took Indus to spend his father’s nostril tip, his father’s hand stretched, it easily caught him. He is very strange, that pair of small eyes clearly closed, how grasping so accurate? His father narrowed his eyes and said that your kid would like to escape everything, both father’s eyes.