我周围,依然是漆黑一片的夜。这时,门“吱”地一声被推开了。溜进屋的一丝光亮照在一双穿着睡裤的细腿上。有人正在鸭绒被下小心地摸索,接着一只小手悄悄伸了过来。“爸爸,”一声低唤似从远处传来,“爸爸,你醒了吗?”“不知道。”我睡意朦胧地咕哝着。不过,我还是感到了夜色在渐渐消融。黑黑的夜,有时,心中会腾起一阵对未来的忧虑。 Around me, is still dark night. At this moment, the door was squeaked open. Slipped into the room a light shining in a pair of pajamas wearing legs. Someone was carefully groomed under the eiderdown, then a small hand quietly stretched over. “Daddy, ” a low call came from a distance, “Dad, you woke up? ” “I do not know. ” I sleepily dim mumbled. However, I still feel the night gradually melting. Black night, sometimes, my heart will rise for a while worry about the future.