参加数学联赛的前夜,铭刻在我心中的不是父亲那故作轻松的笑容,进入我视线的是父亲稀疏的头发,略显散乱,黑白参半。虽然老师已告诉了我们考场在哪,老师前两天也带我们去看过了,但考试那天,他还是执意要送我。在短短的争执中,我看到了他焦急担心的眼神。我同意了。车棚中,映入眼帘的是他为我保养得一尘不染的爱车。我熟练地打开自行车锁,抬起头,看见的却是他略 On the eve of the math leagues, the easy smile that was engraved in my heart, not my father, entered my sight as my father’s sparse hair, slightly scattered and mixed in black and white. Although the teacher had told us where the examination room was, the teacher took us two days ago to read it, but on the examination day, he insisted on sending me. In a short dispute, I saw his anxious eyes worried. I agreed. In the carport, what catches your eye is his innocent, car-free car. I deftly unlocked the bike and looked up to see what he did