父爱如茶,没有母爱那般的温暖,更没有母爱的香甜。初尝的时候,齿颊之间不免有一丝苦涩,然而日久弥香,岁月久长,那淡淡的茶香之中早已经没有了当年的酸楚,有的只是那浓浓的化不开的深爱。母亲说我出生的时候,欣喜若狂的父亲跑遍了医院所有的房间,告诉每一个人他有儿子了。尽管从母亲的叙述里我知道他很疼我,但在现实中我却从来没有这样的感受。记得我5岁那年,父亲在家里教 Father’s love like tea, no maternal love so warm, but no maternal sweet. When first taste, between the cheeks inevitably have a trace of bitterness, however, as time goes by, long years, the hint of tea has long gone without sour, and some just that thick can not open deep Love. When my mother said I was born, ecstatic father ran all over the hospital room, told everyone that he had a son. Although I know from the mother’s narrative that he hurts me, in reality I have never felt this way. Remember when I was 5 years old my father taught at home