When the dead of night, my eyes would involuntarily turn to learn that the table lamp table lamp. In particular the lamp on the Nazhi carrier pigeon, with its pointed beak, long tail, white feathers shine in the light of twilight. Watched it, my tears will flow down.
It happened in the spring inside the thing. I came home from school and saw my father being a burden to pack small and large. I asked my father: "Do you want to do go?" Daddy stroked my head and said: "good boy at home to listen to my mother, my father went out to work." I accept defeat, saying: "Dad, why be properly to be working? "Dad said:" My father should be more money in the future you have the college entrance examinations easy to use. "I have nothing to say, extremely miserable. 35 Writing Network
Dad packed a good thing, I went to send him. Along the way I did not say a word. Until my father got on, I was shouting: "Daddy, you must come back early呀!" My tears flow down.
Back home, I have been locked himself in a room with no success. After a few days, and my father sent me from afar, a letter and a table lamp. The letter said: "My son, I'm sorry. My father is no way, in order to make money, but to leave you, please forgive me. Father gave you a lamp, I hope you study hard, get good grades, and my father would be happy in the distance The. "I put on the study desk lamp, desk lamp, under their homework every night, just as the father looked at me. And the lamp before going to bed I have to say good night, just like the Father and to say good night.
I am in love with this lamp, which is an affectionate father and son underlie lamp.