Father, have you fallen asleep? At this moment, I suddenly think of you. I have too many words, but I can't talk about them ... Will you forgive my words that hurt you and your frivolous thoughts? ...
I was lying in the dormitory, thinking about my father. Before I went back to school, I had an awkward conversation with him, because last week I heard my mother say that my father would take me to the temple fair next weekend. In the past, my father went alone. This time, the organizer of the temple fair gave my father a table, and I was deeply proud and excited about it. But because my uncle was alone, more guests were invited, and my father wronged me and gave up my position! In a rage, I refused my father's suggestion that I take an extra seat. I think it's because I cried to my grandmother. I don't want it! The more I think about it, the worse I feel, as if there is a fire of expectation in my heart, but a pot of cold water comes down, leaving only sad smoke, which makes my eyes red. ...
But I also think that when I go back to school, if I scold my father for being picky and hurting him, I will be very contradictory when I am an idiot and don't be a father. ...
On Wednesday, I go to the doorman to get food, which is the third day of every Wednesday. My mother specially wanted to supplement my nutrition, but every time my father personally sent it to me. I was half an hour late because my teacher stayed in school. I went to the gatehouse and looked up. The poisonous sun licked the ground. Every angle is like the focus of a fire mirror. My father stood outside the fence, sweating profusely. He came up to me and handed me the box skillfully.
I suddenly feel very sorry for my father. He is a man, and his feelings are naturally not as delicate as his mother. However, he is like a house, shielding all the storms; He is like a pit, burying all grievances; He is like a mountain, forgiving everything that should not be forgiven. ...
My father is generous. I shouldn't, shouldn't haggle over every ounce, shouldn't be selfish, shouldn't be rude, and shouldn't question my father's love. ...
Always ask my father for it, but never say thank you; It is not easy to understand you when you grow up; I always pretend to be relaxed every time I leave; Smile and say go home, turn around and tears wet your eyes. ...
Time is slow, don't let your father get old again; I am willing to trade everything I have for my father's long life; Father, what can I do for you? Little problem. Take it. Thank you for everything. Hold up our home with both hands, always do everything well and give me the best. Am I your pride? Still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up! My father!