小的时候,喜欢晚上的时光,在小院里,柔和的月色下,听父亲讲故事,杨家将、岳飞传、刘邓大军……那时的我,听得津津有味,不亦乐乎。每天晚上吃完饭,坐在父亲的脚边,期盼的就是“话说……”渐渐地,我长大了,父亲的故事讲得少了,做人的道理说的多了。虽然。有时候,我感觉有点厌烦,可我知道,那是父亲的爱,他是一名孜孜不倦的园丁,要让他的“小树”健康成长。 Small time, like the night time, in a small courtyard, the gentle moonlight, listen to my father tell the story, Yang Jia will, Yue Fei Chuan, Liu Deng army ... At that time, I heard relish, exhilaration . Every night after dinner, sitting at his father’s feet, looking forward to “say ... ...” Gradually, I grew up, his father’s story less talked about, the truth of life, said more. although. Sometimes, I feel a little tired, but I know it is his father’s love, he is a tireless gardener, let his “small tree” healthy growth.