诗月捧着父亲的信,躺在床上,流着泪。两年多了,父亲没有来过信,读着父亲的信,诗月的心好一阵激动,这可是父亲进监狱之后写给她的第一封信。那天,父亲被警察带走的时候,诗月瞪大眼睛,她弄不懂,父亲究竟犯了什么罪!他可是一个很温和的人,平时从来不发脾气,晚上还经常给她讲故事, Poetry month holds his father’s letter, lying in bed, with tears. For more than two years, my father had never been to a letter, reading his father’s letter, and the poetry of the month had been excited for a while. This was the first letter she wrote to her after she went to prison. On that day, when the father was taken away by the police, the poem moon widened and she couldn’t understand what the father had done! He was a very gentle person who never lost his temper, and often told stories at night.