父爱总是深沉的,甚至让人不易察觉。在我的记忆里,父亲似乎很少接送过我,哪怕天气极其恶劣。上小学后,我每天都要走那段路,经过那排阴森森的树篱,而每次回到家后都会听到他那句无关痛痒的话:“哦,回来了?”我并不在意走路,但是孤身行走在乡村小路上的我总是提心吊胆,尤其是父亲对我漠不关心的态度,更让我有种不被重视的感觉。但在一个春天的傍晚,这种感觉消失了。 Father’s love is always deep, even imperceptible. In my memory, my father rarely seems to pick me up even if the weather is extremely bad. After elementary school, every day I go that part of the way, after that row of gloomy row of hedges, and every time I get home to hear his irrelevant words: “Oh, back? ” I do not care about walking, However, I always walk in the country road alone fear, especially my father’s indifference to me, leaving me a sense of not being taken seriously. But in a spring evening, this feeling disappeared.