一缕微风拂过我红润的脸颊，月色悠悠泻下，漫漫花香缠着衣角掠过月光，冥冥之中却见爸的背影——半弯的脊背略显憔悴，被风吹得凌乱的头发在空中荡动。
A gentle breeze brushed against my rosy cheeks, the moonlight slowly trickled down, and the lingering fragrance of flowers wrapped around my clothes, brushing past the moonlight. Yet, in the depths of my life, I could see my father's back; — The half bent back looked slightly haggard, and the messy hair blown by the wind swayed in the air.
一个盛夏，阳光猛得让人睁不开双眼，烈日下，我来到了小区的泳池。幼小的我尝试着将白嫩嫩的小脚放进水中，可一次次水波凶巴巴地袭击我的脚趾，促使我一次次恐惧地将脚又伸了回来。
On a scorching summer day, the sunlight was so intense that it was hard to open one's eyes. Under the scorching sun, I arrived at the swimming pool in the residential area. As a young child, I tried to put my white and tender feet into the water, but each time the waves fiercely attacked my toes, causing me to fearfully stretch my feet back.
“哗！”一阵水花溅了起来，我大叫一声，马上来到岸上用浴巾反复地抹着进了水的眼睛。我抬头，找着“犯罪凶手”，爸却在我面前。本以为，他会帮我抹一抹疼痛的双眼，可他却说：“这么点水进了眼睛就痛了，那你怎么学会游泳！”我一怔，心里一阵难过。
“ Wow! ” A splash of water splashed up, and I shouted loudly. Immediately, I went to the shore and repeatedly wiped my wet eyes with a towel. I looked up and found; The perpetrator of the crime; But my dad is in front of me. I thought he would help me wipe my painful eyes, but he said, '; How can you learn to swim when the water in your eyes hurts like this! ” I was taken aback and felt a wave of sadness in my heart.
平常的一天，我像以往一样，游完泳与爸回家。忽然，我的五脏六腑如翻山蹈海滚动着，一阵想吐。我想和爸说，却回忆起了那次“绝情”，于是打住了嘴。我皱起眉，牙齿咬住下嘴唇，明知道妈怕我脱水，准备了一杯糖水，可就是不敢问爸要。可还是被爸看见了我难受的模样。
On a regular day, I went home with my dad after swimming as usual. Suddenly, my internal organs rolled like mountains and seas, and I felt like vomiting for a moment. I wanted to tell my dad, but I remembered that time; Heartless "; So he stopped his mouth. I frowned and bit my lower lip with my teeth. I knew my mom was afraid of me getting dehydrated, so she prepared a glass of sugar water, but I didn't dare ask my dad for it. But my dad still saw my uncomfortable expression.
“怎么了？难受吗？”他想了想，从包里掏出玻璃瓶，里面装着淡黄色的糖水，递给我，见我瑟瑟发抖，把大毛巾披在我的身上，把已经湿了的浴巾换了下来。我看到了他的大手，粗糙而温暖，很瘦很瘦，竟是头一次看到他的手是如此脆弱的样子。
“ What's up? Is it uncomfortable? ” He thought for a moment, took out a glass bottle from his bag, filled with light yellow sugar syrup, and handed it to me. Seeing me shivering, he draped a large towel over me and replaced the already wet towel. I saw his big hands, rough and warm, very thin and skinny. It was the first time I had seen his hands so fragile.
回到家，我坐在沙发上，像一块海绵。爸不怎么会做饭，却头一次那么照顾人，他叫妈帮我熬了一碗粥，还自己在粥里加了一勺白糖。粥不多，不烫，我微抿一口，让白粥顺着喉咙，滚进我的胃中，顿时心头一阵温暖，像在不烧脑的太阳下，舒适温和，因为，那抹背影永远永远烙在了我的心田。
When I got home, I sat on the sofa like a sponge. Dad is not good at cooking, but he took care of others for the first time. He asked his mother to cook a bowl of Congee for me, and he added a spoonful of sugar to Congee himself. There is not much Congee and it is not hot. I took a sip and let the white porridge roll down my throat into my stomach. Suddenly, my heart felt warm. It was like being comfortable and gentle in the sun without burning my head, because the back was forever branded in my heart.
月光又泻下，朦朦胧胧，隐隐约约，我又看见了您的背影。
The moonlight poured down again, hazy and elusive, and I saw your back again.