“那是我小时候,常坐在父亲肩头,父亲是儿那登天的梯……”每当耳边响起这熟悉的旋律,我的思绪就飞回到童年。儿时的我,虽不常坐在父亲的肩头,却屡屡把他当成“大马”骑。那时,每到日落西山,我就站在门口翘首期盼,看到那高大的身影出现在不远处,马上飞奔过去。父亲俯身将我抱起,然后再转手把我驮到背上。我伏在父亲宽阔的脊背上,用手搂住他的脖子,絮絮地说个不停。父亲偶尔转过头看看我,只见一抹笑容在他的嘴角漾开,一直蔓延到我的心头,暖暖的。一进家门,父亲就把我放在床上,然后去洗漱换衣服。不等父亲有喘息的机会, “It was when I was young, often sitting on the shoulders of my father, my father was the staircase to the sky ... ” Whenever my ears ring this familiar melody, my thoughts fly back to childhood. My childhood, although not often sitting on his father’s shoulders, but often regarded him as “Malaysia ” riding. At that time, every sunset Xishan, I stood eagerly looking forward to the door, saw that tall figure not far away, flew in the past. My father leaned over and picked me up, then handed me back to the back. I lay on his father’s broad spine, his hand around his neck, Xuanyan said non-stop. Father occasionally turned to see me, I saw a smile in his mouth Yang Kai, has spread to my heart, warm. As soon as I entered the house, my father put me on the bed and went to wash and change clothes. Ranging from father’s breathing opportunity,