父亲个子并不高,但在我的心中,他的形象永远是高大威猛的,就如同那高挂空中的太阳。小时候,印象中的父亲是夏至的烈日,他的阳光耀眼、灼热,烫得让我不敢触碰。于是,我一直在外围徘徊。父亲与我的关系似乎就这样不冷不热地延续了下来:餐桌上随意的几句问答,睡前随意的几句叮嘱……渐渐地,我长大了。父亲的光芒依旧那么闪耀,却没有了当初那种刺眼的感觉……我是体质偏冷的人,一到冬天,就手脚冰冷。一个平凡的冬夜,我坐在桌前不停地用力摩擦双 His father is not tall, but in my heart, his image is always tall and mighty, just as the sun in the sky. As a child, my father was impressed by the summer solstice of the sun, his bright sunshine, hot, hot so I can not touch. So, I have been hovering around. My father’s relationship with me seems to be so lukewarm to continue: a few random questions and answers at the table, a few words before going to bed told ... ... Gradually, I grew up. My father’s light is still shining, but not the kind of dazzling feeling of the original ... ... I was physical cold, one in the winter, the hands and feet cold. An ordinary winter night, I sit at the table constantly friction double friction