润物无声

夜深了，雨 滴顺着屋檐落向地面，“滴答，滴答”。

我从梦中惊醒，有点冷。我忍不住搓了搓手，往衣服里哈了口气。看着面前如山的作业，我无奈地苦笑一声，用僵硬的手抓住了台上的笔，继续书写着“春秋”……“嘎吱--”我蹑手蹑脚地走出来，又轻轻打开灯，突然发现爸爸竟坐在沙发上，身上披着一条毛毯，好像睡着了。听到我的声响，他突然睁开了眼，我们双目对视，我一下愣住了，顿时不知怎么办才好，浑身燥热，睡意全无，甚至连体内的寒气也被尽数逼走。我匆忙走进厕所，洗了一下脸，又快速地逃回房间，坐在书桌前，平复一下情绪，继续奋笔疾书。

想到爸爸还在外面等我，写字的速度不禁快了几分。“嘎吱--”门再次被推开，我头也没空回，继续赶着作业。一杯热茶放到了我的书桌一角，冒着热气。爸爸把他抓茶杯的那只温暖的手放在了我的脖子上，我感到了一阵温暖。看着我作业本上一个个龙飞凤舞的字，他轻轻拍了拍我的肩，我转过头，看到爸爸的眼睛，他的眼睛中流露出丝丝疲惫，但我又分明看到了殷殷的希望，我理解了爸爸目光的意思，继续低下头去完成我的作业，字迹工整了许多。

心中想着爸爸的眼神，作业很快做完了，有些疲劳，回过身去，爸爸不知何时已离去了。我端起桌上的茶杯，虽已不冒热气，但还是从手心处传来温暖，放在鼻前，深深地吸上一口，那清香顿时使我神清气爽。吹去浮在水面的几片茶叶，我喝了一小口，入口时还有一点点苦*，接着，就尝出了醇香，这种醇香仿佛已经积淀了千年，随即，咽下去的一股暖流穿过了我的身体，使我的身体也温暖了，更为我的 心灵 驱除了一丝寒意。

我躺在床上，回忆着往事，体味着爸爸那细微的 爱。

窗外的小雨还在继续，随风潜入夜，润物细无声。

英语翻译

It was late at night, and the raindrops fell along the eaves to the ground, "tick, tick".

I woke up from my dream, a little bit cold. I couldn't help rubbing my hands and breathing into my clothes. Seeing the mountain of homework in front of me, I gave a bitter smile, grabbed the pen on the stage with my stiff hand, and continued to write "Spring and Autumn"... "Crunchy--" I tiptoed out and turned on the light again. Suddenly found that Dad was sitting on the sofa with a blanket on him, as if he was asleep. Hearing my voice, he suddenly opened his eyes. We stared at each other. I was stunned. I suddenly didn’t know what to do. My body was hot and drowsy, and even the cold in my body was forced away. . I hurriedly walked into the toilet, washed my face, and quickly fled back to the room, sat at the desk, calmed down, and continued to work hard.

Thinking of my father still waiting for me outside, I couldn't help writing faster. "Crack--" The door was pushed open again, and I didn't have time to turn back, and continued to rush to work. A cup of hot tea was placed in a corner of my desk, steaming. Dad put his warm hand holding the teacup on my neck, and I felt warm. He patted my shoulder lightly, looking at the words flying and dancing on my workbook. I turned my head and saw Dad’s eyes. There was a trace of exhaustion in his eyes, but I clearly saw the hope. , I understood the meaning of my father's gaze, and continued to lower my head to finish my homework. The handwriting was much neater.

Thinking of the look in my father's eyes, the homework was quickly finished, and I was a little tired. When I turned around, my father didn't know when he had left. I picked up the tea cup on the table. Although it was no longer hot, there was still warmth from the palm of my hand. I placed it in front of my nose and took a deep breath. The fragrance immediately refreshed me. Blowing off a few pieces of tea leaves floating on the water, I took a sip, and there was still a bit of bitterness* in the mouth, and then I tasted a mellow aroma, which seems to have been accumulated for thousands of years, and then I swallowed a warm stream. Passing through my body warmed my body and expelled a bit of chill from my mind.

I lay on the bed, reminiscing about the past, and savoring Dad's subtle love.

The light rain outside the window continued, diving into the night with the wind, moistening things silently.