父亲,你可以回家吗?那一年,我5岁。那一次,你和母亲在家中吵得不可开交。外面雷声滚滚,却掩盖不了家中的喧闹。你甩门而出,铁门在你的身后重重关上,楼道中回荡着“重金属”发出的刺耳响声。我独自躲在卧室中,低声啜泣,透过窗户心疼地看着你的背影,看你冲入雨中,消失在大雨深处。但那一次,你不久就回来了,你牵挂家中5岁的女儿,抛不下她。那一年,我9岁。那一次,你三天三夜未归,在外面打完牌便去上班。面冷心热的母亲,在家中憔悴不堪。我们母女 Father, can you go home? That year, I was 5 years old. That time, you and your mother quarrelled at home. Outside the thunder rolls, but can not cover up the noisy home. You throw out the door and the iron gate closes behind you. There is a heavy noise from the heavy metal in the corridor. I hid in my bedroom alone, whispered sobbing, looked down at you from behind the window, watched you fall into the rain, and disappeared into the depths of the heavy rain. But that time, you came back soon. You were worried about the 5-year-old daughter at home and couldn’t throw her away. That year, I was 9 years old. On that occasion, you did not return home for three days and three nights, and you went to work after playing cards. The cold-hearted mother is at home. Our mother and daughter