轻轻的晚风,悄悄地打开了心灵之窗。蒙蒙的细雨,渐渐地使昔日的河流泛滥。一个人在这个夜里,真的孤单得难以入睡,猛然间,思念如潮般涌上心头,年已17岁的我有种想写家书的冲动,但时下刀郎的那首《冲动的惩罚》让我犹豫万分。可我真的有很多话想告诉我的爸爸,终于,我提起了笨拙的笔—— The gentle evening wind quietly opened the window of the soul. The drizzle of rain gradually flooded the rivers of the past. One person was really lonely and could not sleep this night. Suddenly, I thought of it like a wave of water. My 17-year-old had the urge to write a book, but now the “impulse punishment” of Dao Lang’s I hesitate. But I really have a lot of words to tell my dad, finally, I raised a clumsy pen -