有时,父亲的爱就像春天的微风,细腻而温和,于不经意间给我们些许小小的感动。三月的一天早晨,冬意褪去,萨拉穿上她那件春天穿的旧衣裳,准备出去玩。“这些扣子都扣不上了。”萨拉对妈妈说。“哎呀,萨拉,你长得可真快,像春天的报春花一样!”妈妈说,“等你姐姐她们去上学了,我们好好翻一下她们穿过的衣裳,给你找件合适的。” Sometimes, my father’s love is like the spring breeze, delicate and gentle, inadvertently give us a little touch. One day in March, winter faded. Sarah put on her old spring clothes and was ready to go out to play. “These buttons can not be deducted. ” Sarah said to her mother. “Oh, Sarah, you look really fast, like spring Primula! ” Mom said, “wait for your sister they go to school, we have a good look at the clothes through them, to find you pieces suitable.”