父爱如山,永远望不到顶,这山有多高,只有儿女攀登的脚印才能深刻地体验。对幼时的我来说,父亲只是一个模糊的影子。印象中的他,头发乱糟糟的, 浑身带着股汽油味儿。他总那样忙,常常一出差就是十天半月,回到家后,住不上几天又走了。那时的我,对父亲既没有感情,也没有依恋,小小的心被母亲所占据。上小学了,他仍是那么繁忙、严肃、不苟言笑,也从不关心我的学习、生活,甚至连我读几班、教室在哪都不知道。我一直认为他是一个不负责任的父亲。 If the father loves the mountain and never sees the top, how high is this mountain, only the footprints climbed by the children can be experienced in depth. For my childhood, my father was only a vague shadow. In his impression, his hair was messy, and he had a petrol smell. He is always so busy, often a business trip is ten days and a half months, after returning home, live a few days and left. At that time, I had no affection for my father and no attachment. A small heart was occupied by my mother. When I was in elementary school, he was still so busy, serious and scornful. He never cared about my studies and life. I didn’t even know where I was in classes or where the classroom was. I always thought he was an irresponsible father.