想起爸爸,就想起了我的童年。爸爸是我童年记忆里最温暖的那缕阳光、最清凉的那份慰藉。多少年来,父爱是我力量的源泉,他去世而我没有见到他最后一面也是埋在我心底最痛的伤痕。爸爸去世的时候,我在深圳打青少年比赛。没人告诉我爸爸病危,没人告诉我他去世的消息 Think of my father, I remembered my childhood. Dad is my warmest sunshine in childhood memories, the most cool share of solace. For years, my father’s love has been the source of my strength. He died and I did not see the last pain of his heart that was buried in my heart. When my father died, I played a youth competition in Shenzhen. No one told my father dying, no one told me his death message