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爸爸:我又一次坐在书桌前提笔给您写信了,您在那边过得好吗?现在是晚上,窗外正下着小雨,透过被雨水打湿的玻璃可以看到远处那变幻莫测的霓虹,以前您也是坐在这个位置,聚精会神地看着您的会计书而不陪我玩,这些您还都记得吗?爸爸,您离开那天的情景我依然记忆犹新。早晨的时候您对我说要去银行一趟,可是那竟是我们父女最后一次对话。当我在医院看到您的时候,几乎不相信那裹满绷带的人是您。您最后看我的目光里包含着不舍还有希望……我哭着喊着,可您——我亲爱的爸爸却再也听
Dad: I once again sat at the desk to mention a pen to write to you, where are you doing right? Now it is night, the window is drizzling, through the wet glass of rain you can see the distance that change Mo Measuring neon, before you are sitting in this position, attentively looking at your accounting book without me to play, do you still remember all these? Papa, the scene you left that day I still remember. In the morning you told me I was going to the bank, but that was the last time our father and daughter had a conversation. When I saw you at the hospital, I almost did not believe it was you who covered the bandage. You finally see my eyes contains dismay there is hope ... ... I cried cried, but you - my dear dad heard it