爸爸的自行车上,有一个怎么也填不满的空间,那是我让出的,更是爸爸让出的。可是那空间又是满满的,它填满了我对爸爸的爱,同样有爸爸深沉的父爱。小时候,爸爸的自行车载着我风里来雨里去。那时的我很幼稚,坐在后面,总爱与长得胖的爸爸争夺坐垫与后座之间的空间。我叫着嚷着,爸爸 On Daddy’s bicycle, there is a space for how to fill up dissatisfaction. It is what I give, and it is the father who gives up. However, the space is full. It fills my love for my father and my dad’s deep father. When I was a child, my father’s bicycle carried me in the rain. I was naive at the time, sitting in the back and always arguing with the grown-up daddy about the space between the cushion and the back seat. I shouted, Dad.