I have never been to Philadelphia, but I can imagine that the moon there will not be bigger or smaller than that in Hangzhou; The buildings over there must also be reinforced concrete; The street over there is still crowded with people coming and going; Although the people there are different from us in color and appearance, their hearts are still painful, their feelings are still missing and their lives are still mixed. The world is very big, but it is similar. Perhaps the most different is you. You have no free cooks, buyers, cleaners, alarm clocks, drivers and psychologists from now on. Your parents have become a letter, a mobile phone and a miss. In the future, you should worry about everything yourself, cook when you are hungry, relax when you are tired, dry yourself when you cry, and see a doctor when you are sick. This time, you are so different. You have become your own father, mother and elder. This day is so magical, as if you have grown up at once.
But it's like, it's not true. The real you are growing up. If you are unlucky, the road will be long, bumpy and ups and downs. I love you, and I really want to be a lucky star, hanging high above your head, to help you tide over the difficulties and let the sunny weather accompany you forever. But it's impossible. Even if it were possible, I'm sorry, son, I wouldn't do it. Why? Because I love you, because in that case, your life must be empty, pale and powerless. At most, it's just fish in a jar, flowers in a basin, and pets with jingling bells. In that case, I will be ashamed, because you really failed. You can fail, but you must not fail like this. So you were killed by the sun, salted by the sea, and frozen to death by the cold wind. As a man, this may be a great shame and humiliation!
Well, let the wind and rain help you in the same boat, and let the thorns accompany you. Since there is wind and rain, there are thorns, there must be lightning in the wind and rain, and there must be traps buried in the thorns. As a father, the way I love you is to remind you to be careful and protect yourself. When it comes to guarding, we must first protect our lives, cherish our bodies, know ourselves, combine work and rest, and stay away from all forms of conflicts, verbal, physical, individual and group. Youth is sharp and reckless, any conflict may split, but life is subtle. I just want to put it in a word, life is the biggest, and you can confidently put everything down in front of life, so you have no choice.
Secondly, you should try to protect your heart. This heart is not the heart of heart, but the heart of soul. It should be kind, spacious, bright, clean, full, loving and beautiful. Goodness is the foundation of goodness, and tolerance is the container of tolerance. When it is bright, you can be upright, not sneaking around, not awkward. If the heart is black and dirty, the world is hell and heaven is hell; If the heart is empty, there are traps everywhere, and gold is also a trap. As for love, you must be its master. You should love yourself, others, people you don't like, and your opponents. Loving relatives and friends is human nature, justice, instinct and ordinary; Loving people you don't like, even enemies, is moral, self-cultivation and extraordinary. Remember, son, love is a passport to cross any barrier, and loving others is the greatest love for yourself. Let's talk about beauty. If love is sunshine, then beauty is moonlight. Moonlight seems empty and useless. Without moonlight, everything is still long and fruitful. But imagine, if there is no moonlight, how much affection, how much lovesickness, how much poetry and how much music we human beings will lose. Beauty is both virtual and real. It is really in your heart, and it makes your life full of flavor, affection, color, fragrance and vividness.
Mai Jia put a notebook in his son's luggage abroad, which contained a letter and 2000 dollars. The picture shows Mai Jia's message to his son on the title page of his notebook.
Hehe, son, your father is really talkative, isn't he? Well, that's it. I don't miss you, and I hope you don't miss home. If you really want to read a book. You know, dad has a motto: reading is going home, and a piece of paper is more valuable than money! Finally, allow me to rap. What I just said seems to be strategic. Let the book take you home, let the book calm your heart and let the book develop your wings. This may be a tactic.
Love your father.