那天晚上我和爸爸坐在床上,后背倚着枕头。爸爸脸上一点笑意也没有,他那些日子非常沉默,全没了以往兴高采烈的样子。虽然那年我才六岁,但我能看出他的思想已飞出了我们所在的卧室。他正在给我读《柳间风》的第一章,但读到有趣处他却没有像平时那样哈哈大笑。这一章读完了,他在那里呆坐了好长时间,一言不发。最后,他的注意力终于回到我身上。“库姬,”他说,“6年来,我 That night I sat with my father on the bed, leaning back on the pillow. Dad had no smile on his face, and he was very silent on those days, never looking happy. Although I was six years old that year, I can see that his thoughts have flown out of our bedroom. He was reading the first chapter of Willow Wind, but he did not laugh as often as he read it. This chapter is over, where he sat for a long time without a word. Finally, his attention finally returned to me. ”Koo, “ he said, ”6 years, me