坐在考场内,随意向窗外一瞥,只见雨后的梧桐树叶上还挂着水珠,闪闪烁烁,那条通往校门的大路被春雨浸润后,再经行人一踏,留下了一行行清晰的脚印。啊,脚印!我记忆的琴弦一下子被拨动了,朦胧中,我仿佛又看见路灯下,在那条茫茫的雪路上,父亲留下的一行脚印……那还是在三年前,我刚 Sitting in the examination room, he arbitrarily glimpsed out of the window. After the rain, the sycamore leaves were still hung with water droplets and flashing. The road that led to the school gate was infiltrated by the spring rain, and then passed by the pedestrians and left a line. Clear footprints. Ah, footprints! The strings that I remembered were suddenly toggled. In the middle of it, I seemed to see the lights under the street lamp, the footprints left by my father on the snowy road... It was three years ago. just