如果说母亲是生命中最温暖的依偎,那么我想大声地说:“我的父亲便是温暖的源泉!父亲,我爱您!在今后的日子里,让我给您温暖,由我给您‘晒被’!”那年冬天,特别寒冷,微弱的小风都会刺骨。清晨,一抹阳光透过窗户洒进屋里,父亲走出门,脸向上一仰,两眼微眯,表现得似乎阳光很毒一般:“好天啊!真是舒服啊。妮,起来吧!”我早已敏捷地爬起来,收拾了下书包,早饭也不吃便去同学家写作业了。父亲“哎”地想叫我,可我早一溜烟儿不见了。中午,当我哼着小曲回到家时,晾绳上已经平搭了两床被子——都是我的。走到屋里,对父亲说了声:“我回来了!怎么光晒我的被子?”父亲只是毫不在意地 If my mother is the warmest snuggle in my life, then I would like to say aloud: “My father is a source of warmth! Father, I love you! Let me warm yourselves in the days ahead You ’ve been’! ’That winter, especially cold, weak winds will bite. Early morning, a touch of sunshine through the window into the house, his father went out, face up a Yang Mi, his eyes slightly Mi, the performance seems toxic very general: ”Oh dear! “I have already got up agilely, pack up the next bag, breakfast will not go home to classmate homework. Father, ”hey“ wanted to call me, but I disappeared as soon as possible. At noon, when I hummed the song, I returned to my home with two quilts flat on the clothesline - all mine. Came to the house, and said to his father: ”I am back! How light drying my quilt?“ ”Father just did not care