盏盏路灯,点缀着夜空,连同川流不息的车群人流和那变幻莫测的霓虹灯,扬出了县城一道道亮丽的风景线,我无心观赏它。清冷的秋风令人心烦地拂弄着我的头发,也许是头发模糊了我的视线吧,我不承认哭泣!夜总是容易让人对生活难以释怀,在夜里行走的是脆弱的我。眼前中,一位父亲牵着小女儿的手,小女儿背着沉甸甸的书包。他们走过一盏盏路灯,渐渐地,渐渐地,走远了……我还泪流满面。爸爸啊,您在哪儿…… The street lights dotted with the night sky, together with the endless stream of people and the unpredictable neon lights, raised the beautiful scenery of the county town. I didn’t care to watch it. The cold autumn winds my hair irritably. Perhaps it is the hair that blurs my vision. I do not admit crying! The night is always easy to make people feel uncomfortable about life. Walking in the night is fragile me. In front of him, a father took the younger daughter’s hand and the younger daughter carried a heavy bag. They walked through a street lamp, gradually, gradually, and walked away... I still burst into tears. Dad, where are you...