雪寄去一封洁白的信笺,盼望冬天回复。午后,我站在街道上一脸茫然。爸爸,你又去哪了?我眯着眼睛看天,猛然想起小时候他曾无数次告诉我,迷路的时候就找北极星,一直向北走。好,向北。我迈开步子,两个小时后,我看到一身邋遢的他坐在垃圾桶边上傻笑。我几乎快哭出来了,我曾经为之骄傲的爸爸,他怎么就变成了这副样子?我使劲把爸爸拽回了家。 Snow sent a white letterhead, looking forward to winter reply. In the afternoon, I stood blankly in the street. Dad, where are you going? I squint to see the sky, suddenly remembered as a child he had told me countless times, lost when looking for Polaris, has been to the north. Well, north. I took the steps, two hours later, I saw a sluggish sat on the edge of his trash giggle. I nearly cried out, and I became proud of the father, how did he become like this? I am hard to dad dad back home.