我和父亲形同陌路。我一年中见到父亲的次数不过两三回,而每一次父亲回来,和我说的话都不算多。在我眼里,父亲是个没有微笑、冷血的人。那一年暑假,父亲回来了。这次,他不像以前那样不苟言笑,而是冲着我开心一笑,然后把我高高举起,再深深地亲我一下。接着,他又笑着说:“孩子,我们去划船吧。”我想:父亲怎么变了一个人?我半信半疑,因为以前他带我去公园和游乐场的次数寥寥无几。到了江边,父亲租了块说大也不 My father and I are strangers. The number of times I saw my father in a year was only two or three times, but every time my father came back, he did not talk much to me. In my eyes, my father is a smiling, cold-blooded person. That summer vacation, my father came back. This time, instead of being stern as before, he smiled at me with a smile and lifted me high and then deeply touched me. Then he laughed and said, “Boy, let’s go boating.” "I think: Why did my father become a man? I’m skeptical because he used to take me to the park and the playground only a few times. To the river, my father rented a block that is not big