我们都很珍惜能为父亲点燃烟卷的机会,特别是用火柴梗在火柴盒上划燃的那个瞬间至今还历历在目,火光虽然很微弱,但我们的美好童年都浓缩到了这点点光亮中。父亲的血压比较高,医生再三嘱咐他不能再抽烟了,后来终于算是戒了。父亲从年轻时就开始抽烟了,每天能抽一盒,没有烟就像丢了魂一般。我们很小的时候,记得父亲每天从学校放学回来,要是母亲还在厨房烧饭,父亲总会坐在屋檐下的条凳上先抽上一根,等待母亲呼唤开饭。我们兄弟俩也时常会坐在父亲身边,看着父亲悠悠地从嘴里吐出一个个美妙的 All of us cherish the opportunity to light our cigarettes for our dads, especially the moment when the matchstick is flashed on a matchbox. Although the flames are very weak, our beautiful childhood is concentrated in this little light. His father’s blood pressure is high, the doctor repeatedly asked him not to smoke, and finally finally quit. My father began to smoke from a young age, can smoke a box a day, no smoke is like lost soul. When we were young, we remembered that my father came back from school after school every day. If his mother still cooks in the kitchen, his father always smokes on the stool under the eaves and waits for his mother to call for dinner. Our brothers and sisters often sit beside their fathers and watch their father spit out one wonderful