Dad's love is like a bitter cup of coffee. Sugar sinks to the bottom of the cup, which won't make it sweet. I have tasted the bitterness of this cup of bitter coffee more than once in my life. When I was still dreaming in the morning, my father woke me up and said, "Get up quickly! I'll be a little late. " I was doing my homework when my father shouted again, "Write quickly, don't dawdle!" " "I was watching TV at night, and my father spoke again:" Go to sleep and watch it on Sunday! " "Oh my god, 365 days a year, every day, so annoying. Dad's cup of coffee is too bitter. I don't like it.
It was not until later that I really realized the sweetness in this cup of bitter coffee. It was the day after school in Grade Three. I was playing in the school playground with my classmates and forgot to meet my father outside the gate. The number of students leaving school gradually decreased, and finally only dad was left outside the door. After playing for a long time, I looked up, and before I knew it, it was already dark. I was worried about my parents and that they would not find me. I said to Zhou Tianyu, "Zhou Tianyu, it's getting dark. I will go back first. " I quickly trotted home.
When I got home, my mother's frowning brows immediately loosened. Seeing that I was dirty all over and my face was as dirty as a flower cat, she said, "Take a bath quickly. Look at you, like a little beggar. Change clothes after taking a shower and eat fruit. " Mother didn't complain a word. When I was eating fruit, my father came back panting and sweat dripped from my forehead. As soon as he entered the room and saw me, he lowered his face and said loudly, "Are you still in the mood to eat fruit?" I was shocked by this sentence. Wait a minute and look at him carefully for a few seconds, slowly put the fruit aside and stare at him. "Stand and reflect!" Dad lost his temper again. At this time, my heart was as uncomfortable as being kneaded into a ball, and I silently bowed my head.
When I was getting ready for bed at night, I was lying in bed and heard the conversation between my parents in the living room: "I went to pick her up after school at night, but I didn't follow." I thought she had gone home, so I called you. You said no, so I went to the community to find her, but I still didn't see her. I called her teacher, grandma and classmates' parents, but I couldn't find her, so I went back to school and found the classroom. "I'm exhausted. Ran back and forth several times. I thought she was lost. Really scared me to death! " Listening to my father's words, my nose is sour and tears are rolling in my eyes. I can't sleep in bed. I finally understand my father's love. In his strict love, I understood his kindness. Feel its sweetness. I only saw my father's severity before, but I couldn't feel it. In severity, there is a different kind of love
Father's love is like a cup of bitter coffee, but the sugar precipitates at the bottom. Only by savoring it carefully can we appreciate its sweetness. I only saw my father's severity before, but I couldn't feel it. In severity, there is a different kind of love