那年的冬天,很冷。每天放学后伴我回家的总是夜空里的星星。父亲不止一次地提出放学接我,我一直没同意。这天,他还是固执地来到学校。心中的不快加上长时间与父亲的隔膜使我不愿靠近他,躲避他的目光,使得他把提到喉咙里的问候咽了下去,我们并排走在街上。 早在很小的时候,我就知道父亲喜欢儿子,而我偏偏是个女孩,在我童年的记忆中,父亲似乎没有笑 The winter of that year was very cold. Every day I go home with me after school is always the stars in the night sky. The father proposed to pick me up from school more than once. I never agreed. On this day, he still stubbornly came to school. The unpleasant feeling in my heart, together with my long separation from my father, made me reluctant to approach him and avoid his gaze, so that he swallowed the greeting in his throat and we walked side by side on the street. At a very early age, I knew my father liked his son. I was a girl. In my childhood memories, my father did not seem to laugh.