坐在自行车的后架上,望着爸爸的背,高高的,有节奏地左右轻摆着,路不算平,但是车骑得稳稳的。要不是篮球场上的一次疏忽崴了脚,我想我怎么也不会再一次享受到小学时的“优待”。害怕看见路人惊诧的目光,我不得不收回目光,望着爸爸结实而又略显苍老的背。 Sitting on the back of the bicycle, looking at Daddy’s back, high, rhythmically swaying, the road is not flat, but the car rides steadily. If it weren’t for a negligence on the basketball court, I don’t think I’d ever be able to enjoy “privileges” at primary school again. Afraid to see the passerby’s horrified gaze, I had to take back my gaze and look at my father’s strong, slightly old back.