牵挂是想念,犹如远行的蒲公英忘不掉故土的甜。——题记父亲很早就起来了。夜空是少有的静谧,月亮不知何时落了下去,漆黑的天幕中只有启明星独自闪烁着。“起来了。”父亲特有的厚重嗓音在耳畔响起。我从熟睡中醒来,揉着惺忪的睡眼,余光瞥见床边的日历,一惊,顿时清醒过来,原来已经到了这一天。慌忙起床洗漱,而窗台上的蒲公英只是悠然的摇动着。坐到餐桌旁时,父母早已等候多时。碗里的银耳粥飘着袅袅热气,莲子那苦涩的芽都被摘了下来,显然,是父 Care is missing, as if traveling in the dandelion can not forget the sweet homeland. - Inscription father got up very early. The night sky is a rare serenity, the moon does not know when to end, only the Venus star in the dark sky flashes. “It is up. ” My father’s thick voice sounded in my ear. I woke up from sleep, rubbing bleary sleepy eyes, Yu Guang glimpse the bedside calendar, surprised, suddenly wake up, the original has come to this day. Hurried to get up and wash, while the dandelion on the windowsill just leisurely shaking. Parents have long waited for a while sitting at the table. Bowl of Tremella porridge fluttering curling heat, lotus seeds that have been picked off the bitter, apparently, is the father