I have been away from my father for many years, but my father’s back has always remained in my memory. Every time I think of my father’s back, I feel particularly warm in my heart.
That winter, the snow fell very heavily, and the thick snow piled on the branches, almost breaking them.
That morning, I got up very early and prepared to go to school as usual. But when I walked out of the door, my hands were shaking with cold. When my father saw him, he immediately took out a pair of knitted woolen clothes from the box. The gloves were made, and my father took my cold little hands and said, "Put them on quickly, don't freeze your hands." I excitedly picked up my schoolbag and went to school with an umbrella. On the road, the snow kept falling, and it was getting heavier and heavier. The cold wind was cutting my face like a knife. A few steps out of the door, I was shivering with cold. I looked back at the snow behind me, and inadvertently a familiar figure came to me. I ran over and it turned out to be my father. He didn't hold an umbrella and his head was covered with snow. Without saying a word, my father put a thick coat on me, then coughed and said to me: "It's cold, wear more clothes, it will be warmer." After that, my father turned and left. I looked at my father, and saw my father suddenly stopped again, and ran to me again and said, "Forget it, I'm not worried about you leaving alone. I'd better take you to school." My father and I held on for a while. Holding the umbrella, my father held my hand and walked hard to the school. Outside the umbrella was heavy snow, and the snowflakes were pressing down. After a while, there was a thick layer of snow on the umbrella. When I walked to the school At the door, my father stopped and said to me: "Go in, study hard, don't get cold." Then he took out a crumpled one-yuan note from his pocket and put it in my hand, then turned and left. I looked at my father's back gradually disappearing in the heavy snow, my eyes suddenly became wet, and tears kept rolling in my eyes. That winter, I went to and from school with my father's company all the time, and I didn't feel cold all winter.
When I entered junior high school, my study burden became heavier and heavier, and I often had to do my homework very late. That night, it was almost 10 o'clock, and I was still doing my homework. Suddenly, the door was knocked softly. The ground opened, and my father stood at the door, holding a cup of hot milk in his hand and said, "Are you ready? Go to bed early, this cup of milk is very hot, drink it quickly." I quickly stood up and took the milk from my father's hand. , took a few sips, and saw that my father was very pleased. I returned to the desk and quickly wrote the last question. The moment I raised my head, my father was still standing at the door. I said, "Dad, you can go to sleep first. I will be fine soon." After saying that, my father turned to leave. At this time, I saw my father's back and suddenly realized that my father Her back was slightly curved, and a few silver threads on her head shone in the light. I looked at my father's back and shed tears again. The tears fell on my homework book. I quickly finished my homework, packed my schoolbag, and climbed into bed. However, I tossed and turned in bed and couldn't fall asleep. , thinking of my father's hard work over the years, I didn't notice it at all, which is really sad.
Until one year, I came to another city and left my father. Since then, I have never seen my father’s back, but my father’s back has always been in my mind, every night. Deep in silence, when I am doing my homework alone, my father's back in the snow will always appear in front of my eyes. At this time, I will feel extremely warm, and the burden and pressure of studying will suddenly disappear.