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冬日的午后,最适合趴在书桌前天马行空地想象。瞥了一眼目历.才发现日子竟来到了蛇年的最后一个月。那天还说着老爸的白头发渐多,想要帮他拔几根,顺便赚点零花钱。实际上我心里知道,耍零花钱只是个借口罢了。我跟小时候不同了.现在知道疼惜父亲的操劳,疼惜他在岁月中留下的痕迹。他的本命年怏到了,时间催白了青丝。看着日历旁边的旋转木马.上面蒙了一层灰,但转动时还是能发出清脆美好的声音。它让我想起了童年时的游乐场,想起了马克·李维笔下自由的孩子正吃着
Winter afternoon, the most suitable lying in front of the desk imagined. Glancing at the sight, we realized that the day came to the last month of the year of the snake. Day also said father’s white hair more, want to help him pull a few, by the way earn pocket money. In fact, I know in my heart that pocket money is just an excuse. I was different from my childhood, and I now know how to spare my father’s work and ponder what he has left in the years. His native age is up, the time reminded of the black hair. Look at the merry-go-round next to the calendar, covered in gray but still crisp and beautiful when it turns. It reminds me of a playground for a childhood, remembered that Mark Levick’s free kids were eating