记忆中,父亲是一个沉默的人,他一直默默奉献着,用他的沉默温暖着我的心。那是一个冬天的夜晚,父亲骑着摩托车带我回家,半路上,竟然飘起了雪花。雪越下越大,父亲把车停下,让原本坐在前面的我挪到他后面。我知道父亲的用意,于是说:“放心吧,我一点儿都不冷。”说着就准备坐回车前座。父亲皱着眉,用如炬的目光看着我,虽然他一直沉默着,但是足以让我寒上加寒。我乖乖地坐到了后面,父亲又从后备箱里找出一件外套给我。 In memory, his father was a silent man who had been silently offering his warmth to my heart with his silence. It was a winter night, my father took me to take a motorcycle home, halfway, even floated snowflakes. The snow is getting bigger and bigger, my father stopped the car, so that I was sitting in front of me behind him. I know my father’s intention, then said: “Do not worry, I’m not cold at all.” Said ready to take the car back seat. My father frowned and looked at me like a torch, though he was always silent, but it was enough to make me cold and cold. I obediently sat behind, my father found a coat from the trunk to me.