周末早上九点,我坐着爸爸的车回家,车在公路上飞奔,阳光透过车窗射进来,投下一片热。车内打着冷空调,但我依然觉得热,摸摸鼻子,鼻翼处果然湿湿的。车内轻快的音乐此时竟有些烦人,我和爸爸谁都没有多说一句话,车内闷得让我有些窒息。我调整了一下座位,松软的靠背往后倒去,调个舒服的姿势,闭上眼假寐一会儿。此时早上爸爸打来电话的情景,又浮现在我眼前,我的眼眶不由自主地湿润了。早上,我在奶奶家叼着一颗枣窝在沙发里,爸爸打来电话。 At nine o’clock in the weekends, I sat in my dad’s car home, the car flew on the highway, the sun shot through the window, cast a heat. Cold air-conditioned car, but I still feel hot, touch the nose, the nose really wet. Car brisk music was actually some annoying at this time, my father and I did not say a word, the car stuffy let me some suffocation. I adjusted my seat, the back of the soft back down, a comfortable position, eyes closed for a while sleep. At this point my father called the scene, but also in my eyes, my eyes involuntarily moist. In the morning, I dangled my grandma’s jujube nest in the sofa, and my father called.