4岁的时候,在我心目中,你是一位可以像神一样心想事成的人。当你推着那辆黑油油的加重车从夕阳中步出来,车把上那只黑提包,带给我多少奇想和欢乐……那时候的每个夜晚,我都会浸泡在你一个个从容的谎言里,快活得不得了。在那一场又一场的故事狂欢中,父亲啊,我们究竟谁安慰了谁?? At the age of four, in my mind, you are a person who can think like God. When you stepped out of the setting sun with the black car’s heavy truck, the handlebars on the black bag brought me lots of wonders and joy... every night at that time, I’ll soak you in a calm lie. It’s incredibly happy. In that one after another story carnival, my father, who did we comfort?