我站在父亲的肩上,去摘星星星星没有摘到却压弯了父亲的脊梁——《父亲》一小时候,母亲是阳光,是清泉,而父亲在我心目中是一座山,他高大、高深莫测,显得神秘无比。我想靠近他,把他那神秘面纱揭开,然而我畏惧了,不敢靠近他,征服他。我对于这山束手无策,我只能在山脚下徘徊,偶尔 I stood on my father’s shoulder and went to pick stars. The stars folded and bent my father’s backbone. “Father” When my mother was a child at a young age, it was a spring, and my father was a mountain in my mind. He was tall, Unpredictable, mysterious. I wanted to get close to him and uncover his mystery. However, I feared and dared not come near him and conquer him. I can’t help the mountain. I can only walk at the foot of the mountain. Occasionally