我和爸爸都爱散步。这个每逢周末一起散步的习惯,我们父子俩已经坚持了好多年。又是星期六,我们走在乡间的小路上,爸爸突然问我:“你觉得我俩散步跟以前有什么不同吗?”爸爸的这句话敲开了我记忆的大门。2岁时,我渐渐学会走路了。爸爸总是猫着腰牵着我的手散步,我走不动了,爸爸便停下来,给我讲故事。我记得很清楚,爸爸慈爱地看着我,娓娓道来:“在很久很久以 My father and I both love to walk. The habit of walking together on weekends, our father and son have persisted for many years. Again Saturday, we walked the country road, my father suddenly asked me: ”Do you think we walk with the past, what is the difference? “ My father’s words knocked on the door of my memory. When I was 2 years old, I gradually learned to walk. Dad always walked cat holding my hand, I can not move, my father stopped and told me the story. I remember very clearly, my father lovingly looked at me, his right: ”In a long, long time