孩子,清澈的双眸、温暖的微笑、童稚的呼唤、简单的爱。我还是个孩子,给我个拥抱好不好?都说女儿是父亲上辈子的情人,可为什么在父亲眼中,我没看到过那深情呢?随着年龄的增长,那些骑在父亲脖子上的岁月、赖在父亲身边撒娇的时光,都渐行渐远。一股怅然若失的潮湿漫上心头。爸爸,我还是个孩子,我没有处变不惊的作风,所以,涉世不深的我偶尔会被突如其来的状况吓到。您可不可以拍拍我的脑袋,给我个拥抱,微笑着告诉我:“孩子,不怕,有爸爸 Child, clear eyes, warm smile, childish call, simple love. I am still a child, give me a hug or not? Say my daughter is my father’s last lover, but why in the eyes of my father, I have not seen that affection? With age, those who ride on his father’s neck years , Rely on the father’s spoiled time, are lopsided. A loss of damp sense of disappointment. Dad, I’m still a child, I have no unsaid style, so inexperienced I occasionally be intimidated by sudden situation. Can you pat my head, give me a hug, smile and tell me: ”Children, not afraid, there are dads