父亲有个独特的习惯。他喜欢独自一个人在黑暗中静静地坐着,有时我回家很晚,整幢房子一片漆黑。我轻轻地进了门,因为我不想吵醒我的母亲,她很容易惊醒。我踮着脚尖,走进自己的房间,在黑暗中脱下外衣。然后到厨房去喝水,我光着脚,没有一点响声。我走进厨房去,几乎撞着了父亲,他穿着睡衣,吸着烟斗,正坐在一把椅子上。 My father has a unique habit. He likes to sit alone in the darkness quietly, sometimes I go home late, the whole house is dark. I gently into the door, because I do not want to wake my mother, she easily awakened. I tiptoe into my own room, taking off my cloak in the darkness. Then go to the kitchen to drink water, I barefoot, no sound. I walked into the kitchen, almost bumped my father, he was wearing a pajamas, smoking a pipe, is sitting in a chair.