忙翻包掏出鑰匙打開門，只見老爸站在陽台上，向外張望，晚風吹拂着他稀疏的白髮，那情景讓我心裏一陣酸楚，不知不覺中，淚已成行。
忙翻包掏出钥匙打开门，只见老爸站在阳台上，向外张望，晚风吹拂着他稀疏的白发，那情景让我心里一阵酸楚，不知不觉中，泪已成行。
máng fān bāo tāo chū yào shi dǎ kāi mén ， zhǐ jiàn lǎo bà zhàn zài yáng tái shàng ， xiàng wài zhāng wàng ， wǎn fēng chuī fú zhe tā xī shū de bái fà ， nà qíng jǐng ràng wǒ xīn lǐ yī zhèn suān chǔ ， bù zhī bù jué zhōng ， lèi yǐ chéng háng ． I hurriedly took out the key to open the door. Dad was standing on the balcony, looking into the distance, his sparse grey hair blown by the evening wind. I couldn't help feeling a twinge of pain in my heart, and tears flowed down like a river.
I hurriedly took out the key to open the door. Dad was standing on the balcony, looking into the distance, his sparse grey hair blown by the evening wind. I couldn't help feeling a twinge of pain in my heart, and tears flowed down like a river.