I sat at my writing desk, spreading my homework, and rays of sunshine burst into the lines. I removed all obstacles, let the big golden flowers shed freely on the table, and a little warmth filled my heart. I suddenly remembered that it was him who made me have this golden touch, so warm.
It was a dusk in June, and although the sun had set to the west, it was still sweltering. When I got home, I collapsed on the sofa without even saying "I'm back". The heat decreased slightly, so I picked up my schoolbag and prepared to go back to my room to do my homework. No sooner had I reached the door than I saw my father packing something.
His hair was messy, and a few drops of sweat hung behind his ears. His left hand tried to press a corner of the writing desk, and a few hard muscles showed on his dark arm. His right hand grabbed the front desk and lifted it up, and his legs and feet took a step sideways. The desk immediately made a 9-degree turn. After adjusting the table, he turned around and saw me at the door. He was obviously surprised and said, "Why did you come back late today?"
"Oh, it's my classmate's birthday, so I went to buy her a present."
"oh. I changed the direction of your desk. In summer, the sun is poisonous and the south is dazzling. "
"hmm."
It happens every time. As soon as summer comes, he always changes the direction of the table for me, avoiding the direct sunlight and facing west or east. He also explains that the sun is poisonous and harmful to my eyes. As soon as the summer is over, he will change the table back to its original appearance in time, facing the window and the sun, and also say, "There will be less sunshine in the future. It will be warmer for you to do your homework in the sun, and let your bed bask in the sun during the day, killing two birds with one stone!" Say that finish, don't forget to bring a proud smile. At dinner that day, my mother said, "Today is your father's birthday ..." My heart trembled and I suddenly understood why my father had a meal when he heard the words "birthday gift" just now. My heart suddenly flooded with shame and remorse: how could I be so careless that I forgot my father's birthday!
After dinner, I went to my desk and wrote a short message to my father:
Dad, you are the sunshine in my life. It is because of you that my life is full of warmth and color. Your love, though plain, is brilliant. In the days to come, I will cherish this love and keep you in my heart at all times. Happy birthday, Dad! Good health!
From that moment on, the color of sunshine-the warmest golden touch-has settled in my heart.