At that moment, time stopped.

1 "Dad, let's go for a walk."

"Dad, let's go for a walk."

It's an April day in Virginia. He nodded, put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair and whispered something meaningless. I tried to help him up, but he was too heavy and limped.

It's an April day in Virginia. He nodded, put his hand on the armrest of the wheelchair, and muttered something that no one could understand. I tried to help him up, but he was too heavy and weak.

3 "Come for a walk, and then-I brought you a surprise."

"Go for a walk, and then what-I brought you a surprise."

White curtains fluttered in the breeze.

The breeze blew and the white curtains fluttered.

He shivered and complained about the cold weather. "It's cold, I'm tired. Can't we go home now? "

He shivered and complained that it was too cold. "Cold, I'm tired. Can't we go home now? "

Suddenly, we are in the distant past, in a part of a port I have never seen before. In December, Chicago, I was five years old and it was cold. A glove is missing. My feet are tired. His legs are longer; He walked quickly through the melting snow and walked towards buildings such as hangars with huge doors.

Suddenly, it seems that we have gone back to a long time ago and arrived at a port I have never seen before. It was December, in Chicago. I was five years old and cold. A glove is missing. I can't walk either. His legs grew a lot. He strode through the melting snow and came to a group of buildings with gates like hangars.

This is the most exciting place I have ever been. Suddenly my fatigue disappeared. I can walk here forever, at least until I find out how to board one of the ships.

This is the most exciting place I have ever been. Suddenly, my fatigue disappeared without a trace. I can keep walking here, at least until I try to board one of the ships.

We slowed down. Now the shed is smaller. Green restaurant. The smell of fish and smoke. We walked into a small room. Buckets of salt water, bags of shellfish and bundles of fish are placed on the ice.

We slowed down. What we see now are some smaller sheds and a small green restaurant. The smell of fish and smoke is everywhere. We walked into a small room. There are buckets of seawater, nets of shellfish and seafood, and bundles of fish on ice.

"Dad, look at that snake!"

"Dad, look at that snake!"

"No, it's an eel," said Dad. "Smoked. We are going to take some home for dinner. "

"No, it's an eel," said Dad. "Smoked. Let's buy a section and go home for dinner. "

1 1 "Of course I won't eat that!"

"I don't eat that!"

12 "All right," he said, holding the smelly package. When we walked back, he told me about the migration of eels to the sargasso sea: how eels swam along the Dalmatian River, across the Mediterranean Sea, and then across the Atlantic Ocean until they reached warm the sargasso sea. They lay their eggs here, and then the young eels swim back to the river where their parents were born.

"All right," he said, and then picked up the bag of fishy fish. When we were walking back, he told me the story of eels migrating to the sargasso sea: how eels swam across the Mediterranean Sea from the rivers in Dalmatia and then across the Atlantic Ocean until they reached warm the sargasso sea. They lay their eggs there, and then the little fish swim back to the river where their parents once stayed.

Finally, when he returned to the apartment, he opened the eel package, opened his knife and sliced it carefully.

We finally returned to the apartment. He opened the eel bag, opened the folding knife and sliced it carefully.

"I won't eat," I said suspiciously.

"I won't eat," I said suspiciously.

15 "Have a taste, just for me."

"Try it, even for me."

16 "I won't like it."

"I won't like it."

When he hung our coat, I tried to pinch it. Smelly and salty.

I tasted a little when he hung our coats. Smelly, smoked and salty.

18 He went into the kitchen to give me hot milk and make tea for himself. I squeezed it again. And then the other one. He came back with a steaming cup.

He went to the kitchen to give me hot milk and make tea for himself. I tasted a little more. Then, I tasted a little more. He came back from the kitchen with a steaming cup.

Eels have disappeared.

Eels disappeared without a trace.

Because today is Sunday and I am five years old, he forgave me. Time slows down, love flows in-father to daughter, and then comes back.

Because it was Sunday and I was only five years old, he forgave me. Time stops at this moment, and love flows at this moment-from father to daughter and from daughter to father.

On 19, I flew to Japan. My father and I climbed Mount Fuji. High in the Pacific Ocean, we climbed the slope for several hours. The food for our picnic was dried eel, seaweed biscuits and cold rice wrapped in eel skin. He reached the top first.

When I was nineteen, I flew to Japan. I climbed Mount Fuji with my father. After climbing for several hours, we had a picnic on a hillside overlooking the Pacific Ocean. Leng Fantuan ate dried eels, seaweed biscuits and eel bags. He was the first person to climb to the top of the mountain.

With the passage of time, we traveled all over the world along the waterway. He often surpasses me with big strides. I have never seen such an energetic person.

With the passage of time, we have traveled all over the world. He has a big step, so he often walks faster than me. I don't know who else can have such exuberant energy except him.

Some days, time flies in happiness. Sometimes, time will rot like an old fish.

Some days, time flies in happiness, and some days will be as uncomfortable as stale fish.

Today, in a nursing home in Virginia, I expected him to be reluctant. I boldly begged and encouraged him: "Dad, please, just go for a little while. You should exercise. "

Today, in a nursing home in Virginia, although I knew he didn't want to, I boldly begged and encouraged him: "Come on, Dad, walk a little longer. You should exercise. "

He can't leave his chair. It's not that he often gets up by himself, but occasionally he suddenly has a force. I bent down to lift his feet from the shackles and fold back the metal pieces that often scratch his fragile paper-like skin. "Come on, you can stand now."

He can't get up from the wheelchair. It's not that he can always stand up by himself, but he is suddenly so excited occasionally. I bent down, took his foot off the pedal, and put away the metal pedal that often grazed his fragile, tissue-like skin. "Come on, you can stand up now."

He grabbed the walker and struggled forward. Gradually, I lifted and pulled him up. He stood unsteadily, swayed for a while, and then gained his balance.

He grabbed the walker and tried to stand up. Slowly, I dragged him up. He stood there, a little wobbly, and then he stood firm.

27 "Look, you made it! That's great! All right, I'll be right behind you, with my hands on your lower back. Now-forward, forward! "

"Look, you did it! Great! Ok, I'll be right there. I will put my hand around your waist. Ok, go forward, go forward! "

When I accompanied him to the restaurant, he was impatient with the walker. I helped him to the chair and handed him a spoon. It slipped between his fingers. Tuna mud is piled on a plastic plate. I encouraged him to sing old songs and tell stories to him, but he just wouldn't eat them. When I held a spoonful of gray fishy stuff to his mouth, he said politely, "I don't like anything."

I accompanied him to the restaurant and he was impatient with the walker all the way. I helped him sit down in the chair and handed him a spoon. The spoon slipped from his finger. There is a pile of tuna minced meat on the plastic board. I encouraged him to eat, sang him old songs and told him stories, but he refused to eat. When I raised a spoonful of gray minced fish to his mouth, he said politely, "I don't want to eat it at all."

Me neither.

I won't eat it either.

Then I took out the smelly little package wrapped in white wrapping paper from a plastic bag. He likes presents, and he stretched out his clumsy finger to try to open it. The room is full of smells.

So, I took out a small bag of fishy things wrapped in white paper from the plastic bag. He likes presents. He reached out and tried to open the paper bag with his clumsy fingers. The room smells of fish.

"Look, Dad, they have been out of stock for months, but this morning I finally found some smoked fish in a fish shop near the Potomac River."

"You see, dad, they have been out of stock for several months. This morning, I finally found some smoked eels at the fishmonger near the Potomac River. "

We opened the package, and then I took out the Swiss army knife that my dear aunt gave me for "safety" and cut the silver fish.

We opened the paper bag, and then I took out the Swiss army knife that my dear menstruation gave me for self-defense and cut the whitebait.

"What a great picnic," my father said with a smile.

"What a great picnic," my father said with a big smile.

He took a sip of champagne, then picked up an eel with steady fingers and swallowed it easily. Then one piece after another until he ate the whole piece. Time slows down again, and love flows in-from daughter to father and back again.

He took a sip of champagne, then picked up a piece of eel meat with completely trembling fingers and swallowed it easily. Then, he ate one piece after another until he ate the whole fish. Time stops at this moment again, and love flows at this moment-from daughter to father, from father to daughter.