自从懂事以来,我就明白父亲的忙碌是为了我,让我有更好的环境去读书。他是为了我、为了整个家着想。但是,我与父亲聚少离多,脑海中对他的记忆只有一点点。有一次作文课写《我的父亲》,我竟不知道从何处下笔。父亲陪女儿过生日,在平常人家看来那么平常的事情,但在我面前却成了个奢望,一个遥不可及的梦想,成了我梦中最常出现的情景,并常常令我泪湿枕巾。记得有一年,是我十周岁的生日。那天早上,爸爸打电话回来说,他会回来和妈妈一起为 Since sensible, I understand my father’s busy for me, let me have a better environment to study. He is for me, for the sake of the whole family. However, my father and I gather less, his mind only a little bit of his memory. I once wrote “my father” in essay class, and I did not know where to write. My father’s birthday with his daughter seems to be something that ordinary people usually do, but before me it has become a dream. A distant dream has become the most common scene in my dreams, and often tears me wet. Pillow. I remember one year, is my tenth birthday. That morning, my father called back and said he would come back with her mother