很长的时间,我都爱着我的父亲。很长的时间,我都以为我不爱我的父亲。我的父亲,在年轻的时候,是很英俊的。家里有老旧的黑白照片作证:那确实是一个好看的男人,轮廓深刻,浓眉大眼,端正而明亮,有一种坚韧的气质;他站在机床前,自信而满足,微笑着,全无磨砺和疲倦的痕迹。小时候,我总是很骄傲有一个体面的父亲——穿着白色长裤白袜子,身形挺拔,心灵手巧,无所不能。那是近乎崇拜的 For a long time, I love my father. For a long time, I thought I did not love my father. My father, when young, is very handsome. There was an old black-and-white photograph of the family testifying that it was indeed a good-looking man, with a deep outline, a thick eyebrow, a straight and bright, and a tough temperament. He stood in front of the machine with confidence and satisfaction, a smile, And the signs of fatigue. As a kid, I was always proud to have a decent father - wearing white trousers white socks, tall and straight, ingenuity, omnipotent. It is almost admirable