一阵阵秋风吹过,吹黄了叶,吹落了花。在这荒坡上除了爸爸的坟以外,什么也没有。一种孤独,一种凄凉,一种思念之情涌上心头。我久久地跪在爸爸的坟前,苦涩的泪水滑到了唇边……我的心碎了。爸爸虽然永远离开了我,但每夜我的脑海里都会出现他慈祥的面孔,还有他生前的点点滴滴…… A burst of autumn winds blew the yellow leaves, blowing the flowers. There is nothing on this barren slope except for his father’s grave. A kind of loneliness, a kind of sadness, a kind of feelings of missing in my heart. I stayed at my father’s grave for a long time, bitter tears slipped to my lips... my heart was broken. Although Dad left me forever, my kind face will appear in my mind every night, as well as the bits and pieces of his life...