昨晚,照例穿行在东风渠的城市公园里,四周的楼宇霓虹闪烁,广场舞的伴奏音乐回荡在夜空中。秋风些许凉意,我在银杏树上拉了几把单杠,叶子飘落下来滑落在脸上……蓦然想,换了电话该告诉父亲一声的。“爸,爸,我,小红,……”电话是通着的,对面很吵很杂。“爸,爸,我,小红,换新电话了。”我提高了声音!“哦,小红啊,……”声音越来越吵,越来越杂。“这边在干活,听不清,我知道快重阳节了,我很好,你不用萦记,……” Last night, as usual, we walked through the city park in Dongfeng Canal. The buildings around us flashed in neon lights and the accompaniment of square dance music reverberated in the night sky. Autumn cool a little cold, I pulled a few bars in the ginkgo tree, leaves falling down in the face ... ... Suddenly, for the phone to tell his father soon. “Dad, dad, me, red, ...... ” The phone is through, the opposite is very noisy and complex. “Dad, dad, me, red, change the phone. ” I raised the voice! “Oh, little red ah, ... ” The sound is getting noisy, getting more and more complicated. “Here work, can not hear, I know fast Chung Yeung Festival, I am good, you do not have to keep in mind, ... ”