小时候,父爱是夕阳西下时林间道上大手拉小手的幸福回忆。残阳如血,我兴高采烈地坐在你那宽大的肩上,手里摆弄着你刚给我制成的风车,欣喜溢满了心房。而你,此时正迈着稳健的步伐,双手高高举起,稳稳地抱在我的腰间,似乎举起的就是整个世界。我不由自主地把手伸给了你,你有力的大手紧紧地把我抓住,如此温暖,如此踏实!这三百多米的小路,在你温暖的陪伴中,我慢慢长大…… When I was a child, my father’s love was a happy reminder of the big hands and small hands on the forest road at sunset. As the blood of the sun, I am happily sitting on your broad shoulders, hands play with the windmill you just made me, happy overflowing with atrium. And you, at this moment, are taking steady steps, holding your hands high and holding them firmly in my waist, as if lifting the whole world. I can not help but reach out to you, your powerful hand tightly hold me, so warm, so practical! These three hundred meters of the road, in your warm company, I grew up ... ...