那双写满冀盼的眼睛,那张被玻璃压扁了的五官,那扇窗户上的一小块小蒸气……我怎么也抹不去,怎么也忘不了。那年冬季,女儿才1岁半,我们不得不把她送到居委会办的家庭托儿所。我在女儿的哭喊声中仓惶逃离。因为刚送,我那天有意提前下班。一路,想象女儿在新环境里的种种不适。当我顶着西北风快骑到托儿所时,远远看见临街的窗户上,一张紧贴玻璃被挤歪了的脸,一双小手在乱晃。进得门来,女儿便抱住我大腿:“爸爸,我看见你啦。” The eyes full of hope, the facial features crushed by the glass, a small piece of steam on the window ... How can I not wipe it, I can not forget it. That winter, my daughter was only 1 and a half years old and we had to send her to a home nursery school run by the neighborhood committee. I escaped in my daughter’s cries. Because just sent, I intended to get off work early that day. All the way, imagine the daughter in the new environment all kinds of discomfort. When I was riding fast to the nursery school against the northwesterly wind, I was far from the window on the street, a crooked face clinging to the glass, a pair of hands shaking. Come in, my daughter hugged my thigh: “Dad, I see you. ”