宝贝,又过了一年,你已经八岁了。看着身边进入甜甜梦乡的你,连睡觉的姿势都和我一样,我的心都快融化了,因为,我是你爸爸。我就这样看着你,静静地看着你,微笑着,心底泛起蜜一样的味道。你像天使般的脸庞,粉粉的、嫩嫩的,像早春绽放的花蕾。我喜欢狠狠地亲你的脸蛋,假装要蹭你一脸口水,惹你“格格格”地笑;我喜欢远远 Baby, another year, you are eight years old. Looked around you into the sweet dreams, and even the same posture as I sleep, my heart melted almost because I was your father. I just looked at you, looked at you silently, smiled, my heart feeling the same honey. You look like an angel’s face, pink, tender, like a blooming bud in early spring. I like to kiss your face fiercely, pretending to rub your face saliva, mess with you “Georgia Ge ” to laugh; I like far