雪夜,柔美的月光洒在一条笔直修长的路上。这条路把人带到很远的地方。下雪天冷,生怕日显苍老的父亲站在寒冷的风雪中张望,所以这次回家没有告诉父亲。只打了个电话给母亲。还特别叮嘱她不要告知父亲。从长途车上下来,习惯地看看远处的村口,还是站着个饱经风霜的人——我的父亲。夜幕下,他不断地跺着脚,向这边张望。我埋怨司机车子开得太慢。“爸,我回来了!”我充满歉意。“嗯!”父亲没有多说,领着我走上这条熟悉的长长的雪路。像十多年前一样,路中间的雪已经被踩踏过,露出了潮湿泥土特有的深黑色。远远望去,好像一条狭而长的夹了豆沙的白糕。“天黑,路滑,跟着我走!”父亲仍然甩给我这句话。脑子拒绝作出反应,但嘴巴抢了先：“哦。” On a snowy night, the soft moonlight is sprinkled on a straight long road. This road takes people far away. It was snowing and cold, fearing that the old father of the day was standing in the cold wind and snow, so he did not tell his father this time. Only called the mother. Also told her not to tell her father. Get off the long-distance car, accustomed to look at the distance of the village, or stand a weather-beaten - my father. Under the night, he continued to limp and looked over to the side. I blame the driver for driving too slow. “Dad, I’m back!” I apologize. “Ah!” The father did not say more, led me to this familiar long snow road. As it was more than a decade ago, the snow in the middle of the road had already been stepped on, revealing the deep darkness typical of moist earth. Looking from afar, it looks like a narrow, long white cake with red bean paste. “It’s dark, slippery, follow me!” The father still gave me this sentence. The brain refused to respond, but his mouth grabbed first: “Oh.”