我清楚地看到太阳的表面竟是那样的皱巴巴,也许那是太阳多年的伤痕我在不停地挖掘,终于在记忆的最底层发现了那个早已落满了灰尘的绿太阳。刚学会跑的我蹒跚地撒开小腿使劲儿向前跑。父亲张开双臂,不停地鼓励着我。然而一个踉跄,我重重地摔在了地上。欢快的脚步声便成了痛苦的啼哭声,响彻天地。我等待着父亲的大手将我抱起,拍拍我的小小的背,哄哄我。然而父亲没有,他走了,走得很坚定,头都没回。只留下那个绿太阳,照在我的头顶。我的委屈和伤痛混在了一起,从眼中涌出,滴落在冷冰冰的水泥地 I clearly saw that the surface of the sun was actually so rumpled. Maybe it was the scars of the sun for many years. I was constantly digging and I finally found the green sun that had been covered with dust at the bottom of my memory. As soon as I learned to run, I staggered my calves and ran forward. Father opened his arms and kept encouraging me. However, an embarrassment, I fell heavily on the ground. The cheerful footsteps became a painful cry and rang through the world. I waited for my dad’s big hand to pick me up, pat my little back and scold me. However, his father didn’t. He was gone, and he walked very firmly. He did not return his head. Only the green sun was left behind and it shined on top of my head. My grievances and pains were mixed together, and they rushed out of my eyes and dripped on the cold concrete.