He is not big, but he can protect my weak seedlings;
He, not gentle, gave me the most intimate care;
He, without knowledge, taught me a truth, I am the most human;
He is not careful, but he can reveal his love for his children in his brow.
He is just an ordinary man. But for me, it is the most special-dad.
I have little respect for my father since I was a child, and I have always ignored his importance. Perhaps because my father's education is not high, I have never discussed many things with my father, and I have never revealed my feelings to my father. Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my father. At that time, I always hoped that my father could be on call, whether he was busy at work or not, but he always worked hard. But at that time, I didn't understand the caring look in my father's eyes, just took it for granted.
Now that I'm grown up, I finally know how busy my father is at work, and I won't let him pick me up any more. When I walk in the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioner in my father's car. I didn't know how happy I was when I was a child, and I knew I couldn't be willful anymore.
When I was a child, when I fell, my father never reached out and helped me up. Instead, he stood in the distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand and loudly said to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk in front of my father, you can eat lollipops!" " I don't know whether it is the attraction of lollipops or the expectant eyes in my father's eyes that give me the courage to stand up and give me the motivation to move forward. When I finally came to my father's side, my father hugged me excitedly, and I saw a gratified smile on my father's face. I finally know that what I want is not a lollipop, but a smile from my father.
Whenever my father comes home late from work, in the twilight, I can feel my father stroking my hair and tucking me in. A warm feeling arises spontaneously. It turns out that my father has been protecting me and my mother.
Dad is a man who sticks to his hobbies and never gives in. He insists on taking a cold bath every day, and he insists on going swimming every day. No matter how cold the weather is all year round, it always persists and never changes. I have never heard my father shout "pain" or "tired". He always wears this strong face, and he smiles at everything that goes wrong. He once told me: "People must stick to their ideals, no matter how hard or tired they are." From then on, I was no longer afraid of wind and rain, and I learned to stick to everything.
These days, my father is on a business trip again. In these days, I learned to miss.
in short
In class, he burst into such a sentence: I saw through the world in my last life. From then on, I began to pay attention to him.
Thick black eyebrows are like crayons, cute and novel, and the thinking between them is tight, like a bunch of small universes. A pair of black-rimmed glasses on the bridge of the nose highlights his mystery. Jiongjiongweishen glasses, like purple-black grapes, are so charming that eyelashes touch the lenses of glasses, as if they really see through the world. Whenever his lips touch, the depressed classroom will burst into magnetic voices and humorous words, which will lead to bursts of laughter. The atmosphere in the classroom became lively and the students became full of energy, but he was flattered and super cute. His words brought happiness and relaxation.
He said, "I saw through the world in my last life." At that time, I was thinking: Is he going to be cynical in his life? He is very funny, likes to play tricks on others, likes to say some "classic" words, and always likes to go against the teacher. These phenomena seem to prove my suspicion. However, after my attention, I found that those are superficial phenomena. In fact, he also has another side.
Many people may not have noticed, who took the empty bucket of the water dispenser and replaced it with a new one? It's him. He stood askew by the water cooler, his haggard figure was very different from the bucket, and it was completely two extremes. However, he was very capable and powerful, so he easily buckled the bucket on the water dispenser. He is doing these little things that others don't pay much attention to. In a word, he is dedicated to others.
And every time he sweeps the floor, he is so serious that he doesn't mind doing a lot more, which makes people feel lucky to sweep the floor with him; He also helps his classmates bring breakfast. He has his own food and gives it to others. He is so kind and selfless to people. In a word, he is helpful.
His feet are very big, and when he walks, his hands swing naturally. It seems that he is so heroic and chic, and it is also a magnificent scenery. Perhaps it is because he saw through the world in his last life that he wanted to live a heroic and chic life.
In a word, it is very short; But in a word, it contains tens of millions. His words not only reflected his cynicism, but also his heroism and chic.
mother love
The little girl who once snuggled under her mother's "wings" finally grew up. She is full of curiosity and longing for the outside world, and she is eager to go to the free and happy world outside. Before leaving, she said, "I promise to come back for a month." So, she walked out of the house full of "lofty sentiments" and left her mother's fart concern.
The air is so fresh and a person's world is so free. Without parents' nagging, dull atmosphere at home and heavy schoolwork, girls are immersed in the joy of freedom. ...
Faced with strange cities, strange people and strange girls, they found that they only looked at the world from "bubbles" and saw all the beautiful scenery of "colorful". Now the bubble has burst, leaving only a gray and real world for myself. She began to miss home and the carefree days spent under her mother's care. No wind and waves, no loneliness, no bitterness ... Time has passed, and the original freedom has become loneliness, and the original joy has become helplessness. At this time, the girl realized that home is a warm harbor.
Although I really want to go home, the stubborn girl doesn't want to give up. "I am determined to take words as the foundation and cultivate myself first." She remembered her brave words before she left, so she let loneliness occupy the whole soul and bitterness occupy every corner of her heart. She "enjoyed" the pain brought by stubbornness and the depression brought by loneliness. Every tired moment, she will think of the coffee that her mother handed me before; Every time she is afraid, she will think of her father's words of encouragement. So the girl swallowed every tear.
Finally, in the evening a month later, the girl dialed the phone number that she silently repeated n times in her mind. "Hello ..." Mother's voice clearly came from the phone. "Mom!" No tears, no sadness. Only the liberation and pleasure of the soul. "Come back tomorrow!" "good!" Hanging up the phone, I am happier looking forward to tomorrow than longing for freedom, which is almost beyond words.
The next day, when she stepped on the bus, the girl took a long breath and calmed her down instantly. Only then did she realize that she was like a kite put into the sky by her parents. No matter how far and high she flies, there is always a "heart line" between herself and her parents, which keeps pulling. Think of parents as selfless as umbrellas to shelter themselves from the wind and rain, whether it is worth it or not. The girl smiled. She closed her eyes gently and whispered those ordinary and extraordinary names: Dad, Mom. Then, she began to recite the exquisite short poem from the bottom of her heart: maternal love is a thread tied to her heart. The longer and farther she pulls, the more her heart hurts. ...
miss
I feel particularly empty. I miss Yaner very much these days. Don't know why. Probably because I read Han Han's article. It may be that other reasons have caused my feelings.
I remember that she had been gone for a long time and her appearance was blurred. Maybe just like Han Han said. This is how people forget a person's appearance first, and then slowly lose a person's name. If one day she stands in front of me, I'm not even sure I can recognize her. I don't know what to miss her. Maybe it's a little empty inside.
Maybe I have forgotten. She has been gone for a long time. That's not leaving. But he walked out of my world. Maybe I have forgotten that we can't talk in the dark as before. Maybe I have forgotten that we can't ride bikes together in the cold wind. Maybe I have forgotten that we can't go to eat Guizhou rice noodles together. Maybe I have forgotten, and now I can't help you organize your drawers. Maybe I have forgotten that we can never go to music class together with a smile again. Maybe I have forgotten. Now that you are ill, I can't say hello to you. Maybe I have forgotten that I can't give you my carefully prepared gift on your birthday now. Maybe I have forgotten. I can't hear you singing to me on that quiet rooftop now.
I don't seem to know. Everything is gone. Still immersed in that kind of Miri, Malaysia.
I don't think I need to get away with it. Write it down occasionally. This will really give me some comfort. I used to be happy ...