一小时候,爸爸总是抽烟。记得那时,天空总是湛蓝湛蓝的,像飘在天空的蓝水晶。每当看到缭绕的烟雾向天空飘去,我都会觉得难受。“爸爸,你能不能不要抽烟了。这样下去,蓝天会被弄脏的,白云会被熏黑的”。爸爸的回答总是那么生硬:“小孩子懂什么,蓝天怎么会被弄脏。不过记住,以后在外面 When I was a kid, my dad always smoked. I remember when the sky was always blue and blue, like blue crystal floating in the sky. Whenever I see the smoke around the sky drifting, I will feel uncomfortable. ”Father, can you not want to smoke, so go on, the blue sky will be dirty, white clouds will be blackened “. Dad’s answer is always so hard: ”Children understand what, how the blue sky will be dirty, but remember, later on the outside