已经好久没有回家了,发现这个事实是因为看到了第20期《中国青年》上的一篇文章《为父亲盛饭》。这篇文章不长,也没有什么华丽的词藻,有的只是一点点沁入我心脾的感动,一种细微真挚的情感。我和作者一样,从小给父亲盛饭,后来有了弟弟,就改成弟弟给我盛饭了。就像文章里写的一样,“我总是很乖顺的”“拿起锅勺”给父亲盛饭.“然后踉踉跄跄地端到父亲的手里。”然而.如今每次我回家,家里都会隆重地招待我,贵宾似的给我做一大堆饭菜,而盛饭的却成了父亲。儿子已经长大,已经成为了父母的骄傲。然而,我有多 It has been a long time since I returned home and found this fact because I saw an article entitled “Supper for my father” in the 20th issue of “China Youth.” This article is not long, there is no gorgeous rhetoric, and some just Qinchu into my heart moved, a kind of subtle and sincere feelings. Like the author, I grew up with my father and later with my younger brother. As the article says, “I’m always pretty.” “Pick up the spoon,” “Give my father a bowl of rice.” “Then tip to his father’s hand.” Now every time I go home, the family will treat me grandly, and the VIP will give me a lot of meals, but the filled ones will become my father. The son has grown up, has become the pride of parents. However, how much I am