爸爸穿好军装,收拾好行囊,推开了家门。他又要离开家回部队去了,这个春节,爸爸照例要在异地他乡的军营中度过。在我记忆中,我与爸爸聚少离多,可是我对他的感情却是说不出的亲密。幼年时,常有大人跟我开玩笑,问我:“你是喜欢爸爸还是喜欢妈妈?”我总是毫不犹豫地回答:“喜欢爸爸!”妈妈听了就会假装生气地说:“这孩子,我白疼他了。” Dad wear a uniform, pack up, opened the door. He also had to leave home to go back to the army. This Spring Festival, as usual, his father had to spend time in a barracks hometown. In my memory, I and my father gathered more than one, but my feelings for him were intimacy. At an early age, adults often joking with me and asked me: “Do you like dad or like mom?” I always do not hesitate to answer: “like daddy! ” Mom heard pretended to be angry : “This child, I bored him.”