爸爸在广东茂名的一家公司做设计师,而我在老家的学校读书。三年级的我还没有正式学习写信,但是我早已经爱上了手写信的温暖。妈妈和爸爸之间的联系,除了偶尔打电话,更多的时候是写信。爸爸写一手好字。爸爸经常写长长的家书寄来,信中有整整一页纸是写给我的,爸爸总是这样开头:“小警,我的儿子……”妈妈经常给我念爸爸的来信,每当这时,我小小的心总是充盈着满满的温情和感动。 Dad was a designer in a company in Maoming, Guangdong, and I was studying in my hometown school. The third grade I have not yet formally studied writing, but I have long been in love with the warmth of handwritten letters. The link between mom and dad, except when called occasionally, is more often than not. Dad wrote a good hand. Dad often wrote a long book to send home, the letter is full of a piece of paper is written to me, my dad always start like this: “Little Police, my son ... ...” Mom often wrote me a letter from my father, Whenever this time, my little heart is always filled with full of warmth and touching.