那年的春天姗姗来迟,春风不情愿地从南方吹过来,卧室玻璃窗上的冰花融化了,我的病也开始好起来了。推开关闭很久的门,终于呼吸到了久违的新鲜空气。我已经躺得太久了。清晨,阳光抚摸着我的脸,身上明显有力气多了,看看身边的爸爸,他却明显憔悴了,本来闪光的眼睛有些恍惚,但在我面前,他却始终没有表现出一点颓唐的样子。望着渐渐好转的我,他仿佛捡回了珍宝一般小心地守护着。 The spring of that year was late, and the spring breeze reluctantly blew in from the south. The ice on the bedroom glass windows melted, and my disease started to get better. Open the door closed for a long time, and finally breathe a long absence, the fresh air. I have been lying too long. Early morning, the sun stroked my face, obviously more strength, see daddy around him, but he was obviously gaunt, had some trance flash eyes, but in front of me, he has always been showing no decadent look . Looking at me getting better, he seems to retrieve the treasure is generally carefully guarded.