我又梦见了甜甜,我的宝贝女儿,我生命里的生命。她穿着洁白漂亮的公主裙,伸开两只可爱的小手,和她的同学在《秋天》的歌声中,天真快乐地跳舞。她旋转,她抬腿,她弯腰,她上前,她后退,动作稚嫩笨拙,但可爱得让我温馨感动。她不停地唱呀跳呀,她的同学都不见了,她还没有停下来。这时我才注意到,她不是在幼儿园临时搭建的舞台上跳,而是在公园里的银杏树前,在皎洁的月亮和灿烂的星光下一个人独舞。银杏叶像一只只黄色的小蝴蝶,在她身后翩翩飞舞。她跳着跳着,突然哭了起来,对我说,爸爸,你来看看我吧,我多孤独呀! I dreamed of sweet again, my darling, my life’s life. She wore a beautiful white princess dress, stretched out two lovely hands, and her classmates in the “autumn” song, naive and happy to dance. She spins, she lifts her leg and she stooped, she stepped forward, she retreated, she was immature and clumsy, but I was so touched and touched. She kept singing and dancing, her classmates were gone, she had not stopped. At this moment, I noticed that instead of jumping on the temporary stage in kindergarten, she was soloed in front of the ginkgo tree in the park under a bright moon and bright stars. Ginkgo leaves like a small yellow butterfly, dancing in her body. She jumped and danced, and suddenly began to cry, and said to me, Dad, look at me and I am lonely!