“爸爸”这个词对于我来说,既熟悉又陌生。在我儿时的印象里,爸爸总是很忙——忙于工作,忙于奔波,忙于应酬……我几乎感受不到他对我的爱。爸爸今年37岁,但头上的白发却越来越多,是为我们操碎了心么?他高高瘦瘦的,在两道弯弯眉毛下的眼睛不大不小,鼻梁不是很高,嘴巴小小的。总体看上去,爸爸还是蛮帅的一个人。既然说起了爸爸,我的脑海中不由得浮现出一件往事。记得有一次,窗外下着倾盆大雨,路上全是 The word “daddy” is both familiar and unfamiliar to me. In my childhood impressions, Daddy was always busy - busy with work, running around and busy with entertainment ... I could barely feel his love for me. My father is 37 years old, but more and more white hair is on his head. Is he crumbling for us? His tall, skinny eyes are not too small under the two curved eyebrows. His nose is not very good High, small mouth. Overall, my father is still handsome guy. Since talking about my father, my mind could not help but emerge a past event. I remember once, out of the window under the rain, all on the road