独自坐在天台,欣赏街道上车来人往,眼望万家灯火辉煌……接过父亲递过来的绒衣,不由得回想起与父亲一同走过的日子……从我记事起,父亲的头发就是稀疏的,现在,父亲的头发更是少得可怜。母亲说那不仅仅是父亲操心操的,更是父亲横倔倔的。说到父亲的倔,我是很有感触的,因而我对他很有畏惧感:字写得不好,罚!背不出课文,罚!成绩不好,罚!……罚!罚!罚!在我小时候的印象中,父亲的那个 Sitting alone on the rooftop, admiring the streets coming and going, watching the lights brilliant ... ... took over his father’s fleece, could not help but remember the days with my father walked ... ... From my mind, my father’s hair Is sparse, and now, his father’s hair is pitiful. My mother said that it is not only his father’s caring, but also his father stubborn. Speaking of his father’s stubborn, I was very touched, so I am very afraid of him: the word is not well written, fine! Can not back the text, penalty! Bad grades, penalty! In my childhood impression, that of my father