说起我的爸爸,你们也许会不以为然,但是我和妈妈却总是以他为豪。我的爸爸是一名交警,一名非常普通的交警。每一天他都会早早地出门,晚晚地回家,作息时间的差异经常让我们见不到面。但是每晚在我睡梦中,我都能感觉到他为我拉好被我踢掉的被子,以及留在我额头上的温度。除了少有几天假期,我只能在公交车上瞥见他在路边的身姿。 You may disagree about my dad, but my mother and I are always proud of him. My father is a traffic police, a very ordinary traffic police. Every day he will go out early, go home night and evening, schedule differences often let us see the face. But every night in my sleep, I could feel he pulled the quilt that I kicked off for me and the temperature that remained on my forehead. Except for a few days holiday, I can only catch a glimpse of his posture on the roadside in the bus.