小时,我总觉得父亲给我的爱太少了,印象最深的一次便是他骑自行车带我上学。那天刚下过雨,路很泥泞,我坐在车子的大梁上,父亲的鼻息吹拂着我的头发,痒痒的,他身上特有的气味让我感到十分亲切。我默默地注视着自行车的前轮在泥泞中一哧一滑地滚动,心里却十分踏实、惬意。上坡时,父亲蹬得非常吃力,有些气喘吁吁。我的目光落到父亲那双紧握车把的手上,手的节骨凸突,血管和青筋毕露。我做父亲的责 Hours, I always feel too little love from my father, the deepest impression is that he took me to school by bike. The day was just raining, the road was very muddy, I sat on the car beam, my father’s breath blowing my hair, itch, the smell of his own body made me feel very warm. I silently watched the front wheel of the bike rolling in the muddy slippery, but my heart is very realistic, comfortable. When going uphill, my father ran very hard, some gasping. My eyes fell on my father’s grip on the handlebars, the knuckles of the hands, blood vessels and veins revealed. I am the father’s responsibility