不知是谁将月光零零散散地拨了一地,映在石板路上的斑斑点点,就像是镶在黑布上的宝石,为照亮这昏暗的世界尽自己一份微小的力量。有时候,父爱就像月光一样,虽然平凡,虽然不轰轰烈烈,但却总能在远方默默守护着你,爱着你……我一头扎进夜幕中去,肩上的书包与我的心情一样沉重。“要不是一天就知道工作的父亲偏不给我送落在家里的作业,我能被老师留到这么晚吗?”我愤愤地想 I do not know who scattered the moonlight scattered one place, reflected in the streaks of stone on the road, like a gem set in black cloth, to illuminate this dark world to do their own a tiny force. Sometimes, my father’s love is like the moonlight, though ordinary, though not vigorous, but always guarding you silently and loving you in the distance ... I plunge into the night, my shoulder bag is the same as my mood heavy. “Do not one day I know my father did not give me homework at school, can I be late so late?” I angrily thought