吃过晚饭，爸爸总要听一会音乐，这时，我也能和爸爸一起听。今天爸爸打开录音机，里面传出了《邮递马车》那熟悉的乐曲。我闭上眼睛，用整个身心倾听着，感受着。在一串清脆的铃铛声中，我仿佛看到在遥远的北方，一辆邮递马车在白雪皑皑的大地上奔驰。马蹄“哒哒哒”地响着， After dinner, my father always had to listen to music for a while, and at this moment, I could listen with my father too. Today, my father opened the recorder, which came out of the “mail carriage” that familiar music. I closed my eyes and listened to the whole body and mind and felt it. In a crisp bell, I seem to see a mail carriage in the far north of the snow-capped Mercedes in the snow. Horseshoe “da da da” ringing,