Of dragon boat festival in the morning, I am sleeping spicily. Father wakes me up suddenly: "Girl, get up quickly. " I complain mistily rise: "Father, good not easy holiday sleeps a lie-in, let me sleep again meeting. " " good, you sleep, my person climbs. " hear this word, I climb from the bed with respect to one roll, because the home is below the foot of a hill, in one's childhood father often takes me to climb, these year because busy, climbed together rarely. So, I must seize an opportunity today.
端午节的早上，我正睡得香。爸爸突然把我叫醒：“丫头，快起床。”我迷迷糊糊地抱怨起来：“爸爸，好不容易假期睡个懒觉，让我再睡会儿吧。”“那好，你睡吧，我一个人爬山去了。”听到这话，我就一骨碌从床上爬起来，因为家在山脚下，小时候爸爸经常带我去爬山，这些年因为忙，很少一起爬山了。所以，今天我一定要抓住机会。
Just began my body to be like swallow gently, what swing father is old far, still twist a head to make a mask used as a toy to father from time to time. Jump over upgrade to go, feel tired more, I begin breathless. "Come, father is pulling you to go! " father reached a hand to me. I put little hand into the palm of father bounty. "Well? What thing? " my hand touched a few hard good thing. I lower my head to look, ah, it is a callosity. Look again carefully, father's hand is inferior to memory it seems that in so white fair-skinneding softness. I raise a head, look as it happens falls in father's forehead. A few bend crooked lines, be in like horizontal stroke of a path deep trench father forehead. That momently, I discover father is old, the extensive in the heart removes a lose, look at him to say: "Father, you are old, on forehead several furrow, I do not think you age. " the idea that father sees me, speaking to say: "Who says father is old, father person old heart is not old, still can hold you in the arms to turn like before circle, can accompany you to climb all the time, can protect you all the time, foolish girl! " look at father's upbeat pattern, I say gladly: "Be, although father had furrow, but in the father in my heart forever young handsome... "
刚开始我身轻如燕，把爸爸甩的老远了，还时不时扭头给爸爸做个鬼脸。越往上走，越觉得累，我开始气喘吁吁了。“来，爸爸拉着你走！”爸爸向我伸出了手。我把小手放进爸爸宽大的手掌。“咦？什么东西？”我的手触到了几块硬硬的东西。我低头一看，啊，是老茧。再仔细看，爸爸的手似乎不如记忆中那么白皙柔软了。我抬起头，目光正好落在爸爸的额头。几条弯弯的皱纹，像一道道深沟横在爸爸额头。那一刻，我发现爸爸老了，心中泛起一丝失落，看着他说：“爸爸，你老了，额头上好几道皱纹，我不想你变老。”爸爸看出我的心思，调侃着说：“谁说爸爸老了，爸爸人老心不老，还可以像以前一样抱着你转圈圈，会一直陪你爬山，会一直保护你啊，傻丫头！”看着爸爸乐观的样子，我也高兴地说：“是啊，爸爸虽然有了皱纹，但在我心里爸爸永远年轻又帅气……”
Do not know the acceptance that is father, still be the temperature that father control transmits, make I was full of force all over again. Our stride is forward, march toward the summit...
不知是爸爸的承诺，还是爸爸手心传来的温度，又使我浑身充满了力量。我们大步向前，迈向山顶……
Furrow can mount father's forehead, but in the heart that did not climb father however. He is added only to my love do not decrease, also be the staunchest backer in my heart forever!
皱纹可以爬上爸爸的额头，但却没有爬进爸爸的心里。他对我的爱只增不减，也永远是我心里最坚强的靠山！