他记得很小的时候,爸爸常常俯下高大的身子,把他拎起来,举向空中。他挥着两只小手乱抓,快活得咯咯直笑,妈妈瞧着父子俩,也乐得合不拢嘴。他在爸爸的头顶上,可以低头看妈妈扬起来的脸,还有爸爸洁白的牙齿和蓬乱、厚密的棕色头发。接着,他就会高兴地 He remembered a very young age, dad often bent over the tall body, picked him up, lift in the air. He waved two small hands messing, giggling happy straight, my mother looked at the father and son, but also happy to ear to ear. He was on top of Daddy’s head, looking up at her mother’s raised face, her father’s white teeth and disheveled, thick, brown hair. Then he will be happy