一天晚饭后,我靠在沙发上看动画片,爸爸走过来,拍拍我的肩膀：“乖女儿,帮爸爸把烟灰缸洗一洗。”我起身一看,哇,好脏的烟灰缸,几个浸得发胖的烟蒂浮在水面。端起烟灰缸,一股呛人的烟味直刺鼻喉。“爸爸,你怎么老爱往烟灰缸里倒水,把烟灰缸弄得这么脏?”爸爸不好意思地朝我笑了笑。我拿着烟灰缸气呼呼地来到阳台,顺手把烟灰缸里的水倒在菊花盆里。 One day after dinner, I leaned on the couch to watch cartoons and Father walked over and patted my shoulder: “Good daughters, help my father wash the ashtray.” I got up and saw, wow, a dirty ashtray, A few fat soaked cigarettes float on the water. End ashtray, a choking smoke straight throat. “Dad, how do you always love to pour water into the ashtray, make the ashtray so dirty?” Dad shy smiled at me. I took the ashtray angrily came to the balcony, easily pour the water in the ashtray in the chrysanthemum pots.