现在回想,我的青春里有很多次深夜漫步街头的经历。每次晚自习结束,放学铃声一响,我就急忙背起装满作业和复习资料的书包跑向门口,奔向夜色里那个等候已久的身影。将近晚上11点的深夜,我和爸爸肩并肩穿梭在城市的灯光碎影中,经过平淡又安静的居民楼,我同爸爸讲起班级里一天的琐事,他无言地点头,有时也会打着哈欠嘱咐我:“今晚也早点睡吧,省得明天早上迟到。” Looking back, I have many times in my youth wandering the streets of the experience. After each night of self-study, after school rings, I hurried back to the door full of homework and review materials school bag, toward the long-awaited figure in the night. Nearly 11 o’clock in the evening, my father and I walk side by side in the shadows of the city lights, after a calm and quiet residential building, I talked with my dad in class one day chores, he nodded speechlessly, and sometimes also hit Yawn asked me: “Go to bed earlier tonight, save too late tomorrow morning. ”