1小时候,父亲一直是我的骄傲。虽然他的腿走起路来一瘸一拐的,但他有一双灵巧的手——他可以用竹签、彩纸给我做美丽的风筝。阳光明媚的周末,父亲都会骑着摩托车带我到公园里放风筝。放风筝的人很多,但父亲给我做的风筝最漂亮。色彩斑斓的彩蝶风筝,飞得很高,很远。不一会儿,我的身边 1 year old, my father has always been my pride. Although his legs walked limping, he had a pair of dexterous hands - he could make beautiful kites with bamboo sticks and colored paper. On sunny weekends, my father rides a motorcycle and takes me to the park to fly a kite. There are many people flying kites, but the kite my father made the most beautiful. Colorful butterflies kite, fly high, far away. A moment later, my side