2000年的春天,一个星期日的上午,高空中沙尘蒙蒙,大路上疾风横吹。我还是要去木樨地看望老爸——我的父亲。这已经是家里约定的活动了,两周一聚。我蹁腿跨上自行车,顶风而行。 按动门铃,妹妹阳阳给开了门。大约是听到了动静,从里间走出来老爸。见到我,他立刻“哦!”了一声,并马 In the spring of 2000, on the morning of a Sunday, the dust in the sky lashed out and the blast was blown across the road. I’m still going to visit Daddy father - my father. This is already an activity agreed upon by the family and will be held once every two weeks. I straddle my bicycle, the wind and the line. Press the doorbell, sister Yang Yang to open the door. About to hear the news, come out from the father. When he saw me, he immediately “Oh!” And barked