记得上幼儿园的时候,父亲常常骑着自行车送我。路很长,父亲载着我骑得很慢,十分稳当。我靠在父亲宽大温暖的背上,欣赏路边的风景。时值秋季,漫天的枯叶纷纷落下,阵阵江风伴随着江水的气息迎面而来。我不由打了个寒战。父亲问我:“冷吗?”“不。”我摇了摇头,那是因为父亲的温暖 When I was in kindergarten, my father often sent me on a bicycle. The road was long. My father took me riding very slowly and was very secure. I rely on my father’s wide warm back and admire the scenery on the side of the road. At the time of autumn, the dead leaves of the sky are falling, and the winds of the river are accompanied by the breath of the river. I could not help shivering. My father asked me: “Cold?” “No.” I shook my head, it was because of the warmth of my father.