父亲老了。是的,父亲老了。岁月的皱纹慢慢地爬上了他的额头。夕阳缓缓西斜,闪烁暗淡的光芒,拉长的影子稀落而浅淡。与父亲弈棋,驱车跳马沉炮,我一腔热血只顾勇往直前,气势汹汹,无情地攻陷父亲的领地。而父亲呢,举目全局,立士飞象平车,只是一味防守,苦心修筑防线,缓缓地调兵 Father is old. Yes, my father is old. Years of wrinkles slowly climbed his forehead. West sunset slowly, flashing dim light, elongated shadow thin and shallow. Chess with his father, drove vaults, I only a hot chamber Gu Yong straight ahead, menacing, mercilessly captured his father’s territory. The father, look at the overall situation, Tigris flying like a flat car, just blindly defensive, painstakingly build a line of defense, slowly dispatching troops