月牙儿初挂西天的树梢,望着同学们雀跃着涌向校门口,从家人手里接过热腾腾的饭盒时,我想起了你温暖的过往。夕阳欲颓的黄昏时分,你的影子被拉得很长很长,与那偌大的身子形成鲜明对比。高大的个头,印在地面上,变得扭曲而模糊。我知道,走得越近,你的影子就越加明亮而温暖。小时候,你总是让我骑在脖子上,我顿时变成“巨人”“居高临下”的自豪感油然而生。我知道,是你 Crescent early hanging tree treetops, looking forward to the students jumped to the gate with joy, took the hot lunchbox from the family, I think of your warm past. At dusk of the sunset, your shadow is drawn long and long, in stark contrast to the big body. Tall, printed on the ground, become distorted and blurred. I know, the closer you go, the brighter and brighter your shadow. As a kid, you always let me ride on my neck, I suddenly become “giants ” “condescending ” pride spontaneously. I know it is you