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感受着海风温柔的抚摸,打开记忆的八音盒,聆听父爱的旋律……父亲是个不善言谈的人。于是,我曾一度以为生活中缺少了属于父爱的那一抹色彩。可是,父爱每每在不经意间的馈赠,让我有了一份独特的感动。会有那么一个人,在我生日时跑前跑后,大肆采办,亲自下厨,忙得不亦乐乎,全然不顾当时家里的拮据。会有那么一个人,在我到了入学年龄时,跑遍每个学校打听教学质量,冒着酷暑给我办理入学手续,然后笑着对我说:“闺女,上学去吧!”会有那么一个人,在华灯初上的夜晚,为我准备好一支支削得漂亮的铅笔,收拾好纷乱的书包;在每个开学前夕,用一张张漂亮的彩纸把我的新书包
Feel the gentle touch of the sea breeze, open the memory of the music box, listen to the melody of father’s love ... ... Father is a talkative person. As a result, I once thought that my life lacked the touch of color belonging to my father’s love. However, my father’s love often inadvertently gift, let me have a unique move. There will be such a person, ran before my birthday run, wantonly purchased, personally cook, busy, completely regardless of the constraints of the time at home. There will be a person, when I was a school age, traveled to every school to find out about the quality of teaching, braved the summer to me for admission procedures, and then said to me with a smile: “daughter go to school!” So one person, on the night of the first day of the Chinese lantern, prepared for me a beautiful pencil cut and tidy school bag; on the eve of each school, with a beautiful colorful paper to my new school bag