我曾经有一个萦绕心头很久的梦想,那就是拥有一辆玩具火车。每当我提出这个要求,父亲总是将脸转向母亲,他们的目光黯然相对,我感觉有一线伤感把他们系到一起,密切得没有任何间隙。“是电动火车吗?”父亲问我,在定语形容词上加强语气,仿佛并未听清我的话,其实他只是想说点什么来 I used to have a long, lingering dream of having a toy train. Whenever I make this request, my father always turns his face to his mother. Their eyes are dejected. I feel a glitzy feeling to tie them together closely without any gap. “Is it an electric train?” My father asked me to step up my tone at the attributive adjectives, as though I did not hear what I said, but he just wanted to say something