There are so many poems in the world praising mothers! This immediately made me think of "The Song of the Wandering Son" written by Lu You: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is on the clothes of the wandering child. Before leaving, I will be rewarded with three rays of spring." This is about a mother's love for her children. May I ask the "father" who is around us? "It's so tiring. My father leaves early and comes home late for the sake of this family. He doesn't sigh when he's tired. He also said that he had to do this in order to support his family. Let me say thank you "Father".
On Saturday morning, I thought: "Why not take advantage of this time at home to play on the computer for a while? Then I went to do my homework. I turned on the computer and put on my headphones, as if I was "rooted" in the game. The sound outside the headphones was completely "drowned" by the game. I only felt something behind me. I looked back and said, "Who, my God!" Didn't dad go to work? How..." Dad used his "Lion's Roar Kung Fu" to roar to do his homework. After finishing his homework, I had to review it. I had to listen to him. I know dad's character very well. He can go from still water to tsunami. , after my father trained me, I quickly ran into the room, picked up my homework and started doing it...
I ran out on my bicycle without reviewing, and it was me who had dinner. When I came back, looking at my father’s face, I had an ominous premonition. It was this premonition that made me hide in the room. Dong Dong Dong. Dad came with the “whip” in his hand. I didn’t dare to breathe. “Come and eat with me.” "Go" "I won't go" Dad waved his whip. I felt that the bacteria around me were laughing at me, and the clouds in the sky became dark.
Thank you, my dad.