Hello! Sixteen years of spring and autumn, sixteen years of fun, when I grow up, you still treat me like a child. You are old, but you are still young in my heart. I really miss the experience and laughter scenes you gave me.
My life is your gift and your continuation. I have always been grateful, and I really want to communicate with you today.
Now our lives have a longer intersection, only a short moment at night. Inadvertently, life threw me into a wider world, a circle dominated by schools and society, which seemed to turn you into a supporting role. Every time I come back from school, thinking about the laughter and accumulation of knowledge in school, I don't want to talk to you more. Looking at your eyes eager for me to say something, I can only show helplessness, look up at other places and dispel embarrassment. And you always try your best to find a topic, which I think is verbose and perfunctory, but you also have a satisfied smile to accompany you.
Is there really a gap between us? I don't think so. That's my fault. Always thinking about learning, but ignoring or even ignoring life, equating life with learning. I want to study life. I spent the first half of my life with my parents. I should communicate more, so that it is not a regrettable life.
Here, there is another suggestion, which I hope to accept. I am an adult now. Don't put too much love into it. Every morning, you have to get up early to make breakfast for me. I think I have the ability to handle it myself. Don't worry about malnutrition. People need to exercise and sharpen. When I study at night, I always send the peeled fruit to my hand. I think I can do these little things by myself without delaying my homework and taking a short break. Sometimes in the middle of the night, I can feel you lift the quilt for me and wrap me tightly, but doesn't this affect your sleep? I should have a space of my own to travel, fly and fly my dreams. Don't help and protect me, just rely on yourself and you can relax.
Compared with this, I love you too little. I always have no reaction when I see my mother coming back with heavy steps. I will help you to the sofa, change your clothes, take off your shoes, pour you water, rub your shoulders and infect your tired heart with laughter, so your inner thoughts must be My Sweetie's. I heard my father panting and saw him come back with sweat on his head. Before, I just answered well. Now I'm going to help you to bed for a while, bring you tea and water, beat your legs, talk to you about the essence of the day, and tell you about the clouds of the day, so that you can have a rainbow-like relaxed mood. This is what I should do!
Life is a mountain and everyone is climbing it. I walk up at the foot of the mountain, and you are halfway up the mountain. You have a heavy burden, pulling me and pushing the old man. I hope to hum for you with my heart that loves you like gold and give you a good comfort.
I am here to convey
Salute! Sincerely love your son.