无意中看到了一篇文章《母亲默默地》。写的是一位哑巴母亲,对孩子那隐藏在眼神中,却无话说出口的爱。现在,我又想起了我的父亲,他并不是哑巴,只是他也一直将那份浓浓的爱隐藏在他的心里边。从儿时到现在,在我的记忆中,真正与父亲在一起交流的时间是屈指可数的,我也一直都认为,我与父亲,无话可说。可是随着光阴的流逝,慢慢懂事的自己已经明白了一些。我记得,那年我得了一种脸部两边都浮肿的病,不能动。吃 Inadvertently saw an article “mother silently.” Written is a dumb mother, the child that is hidden in the eyes, but no words to say the love. Now, I remembered my father, he is not dumb, but he has also been hidden share of his deep love in his heart. From childhood to the present, in my memory, the time for truly communicating with my father is one of the few, and I have always believed that I and my father have nothing to say. But as the passage of time, slowly sensible oneself have understood some. I remember that year I had a disease that was swollen on both sides of my face and I could not move. eat