我的柜子里放着一叠涂满“水墨花纹”的报纸,那是爸爸送给我的最珍贵的礼物。我刚上幼儿园的时候,妈妈去南京读研究生。南下的火车徐徐开动了,妈妈要走了,再也没有人爱我,呵护我,关心我了。我的眼泪夺眶而出,顿时,心中仿佛一团火被点燃了似的,伤心化作了怒火,我拿起书砸向了爸爸,我认为是爸爸让妈妈离开的,他是我的克星。从此,每次上学放学都是爸爸一个人接送我,接送队伍中,基本都是妈妈或奶奶,唯独爸爸一个“绅士”。 There was a stack of newspapers in my cupboard, the most precious gift my father gave me. When I first came to kindergarten, my mom went to Nanjing to study for a graduate student. The train south slowly started, and my mother was gone, no one loved me, care for me, concerned about me. My tears came out, suddenly, as if a fire was ignited in my heart like, broke into anger, I picked up the book to pound my father, I think my father left her mother, he is my nemesis. Since then, every time I get out of school after school is a father pick me up, pick up the team, the basic is the mother or grandmother, only a father “gentleman ”.