他是你的爸爸,你生命中最初的英雄。一那时你还很小,走起路来摇摇摆摆,你要抬起头才能看见他。那时他身材高大双臂有力,可以一下子把你高高举过头顶,会拍着胸脯对你大声说:“如果被别人欺负了就来找爸爸。”他在你心中如同屹立于黄山顶上青翠的松柏,挺直向上,永远面朝旭日,手臂上的肌肉貌似比超人的还要结实。在多年之后,你还清楚地记得他背着发烧的你在雨夜赶往医院,你趴在他充满温暖气息的背上,感觉依靠着大树般的安全。 He is your father, the first hero in your life. At that moment, you were still young, walking up and down, and looking up to see him. At that time, he was tall, strong in arms, and could lift you high above your head all of a sudden and shouted to you with his chest: “If you are bullied by someone else, come to Daddy.” He stands in your heart like Yellow top of the green pine and cypress, straight up, always facing the rising sun, arm muscles seem to be stronger than Superman. Years later, you still remember clearly that he was carrying a fever you rushed to the hospital in the rainy night, lying on his warm fullness of the back, I feel rely on the tree-like safety.