放学了,爸爸隔着喧闹的人群,毫不引人注意地站在离校门较近的那盏路灯下,汽车来往穿梭遮挡了他的视线,爸爸却总能在第一时间看见那个不起眼的我。以前,我会将书包扔给他,自己大摇大摆地走在前面吃着他带来的食物。现在,我却不忍再这样将自己的负担扔给下班后本已疲惫的他。一个周五,路灯默默照着回家的路,如往常一样,我在前面,他在 After school, my father across the noisy crowd, stand out of the way of the door closer to the street lamp, the car shuttling his line of sight, but my father can always see that in the first humble Me I used to throw him a schoolbag, walking in front of me, eating his food. Now, I can not afford to throw my own burden on my tired man after get off work. A Friday, the street light shone quietly on the way home, as usual, I was in front of him