It is said that women listen to their fathers and children listen to their mothers. All along, I can't escape this theorem. I am more grateful to my mother. But the relationship with my father is much more complicated
In the heart of every boy when he was a child, his father must be an object worthy of pride and worship. When I was a child, the boys in my class got together and talked about my father's career the most. At that time, the social class gap was not as big as it is now. However, whenever someone talks about his father being a policeman and a soldier, other boys are always looking forward to it ... when it's my turn, I'm always a little discouraged. Until one day, our head teacher said in front of the whole class, "* *' s father took part in the flood fighting and went to fight against the union ..." Hearing her voice, all the students' eyes focused on me, and the sudden happiness made me excited. Since then, my position in the eyes of my classmates has changed. At that moment, I thought my father was the greatest person in the world.
One day, CCTV broadcast Transformers. That's what all the boys talk about. Clever American businessmen took the opportunity to bring Transformers toys to market. In the era of material poverty, when most people in China were still holding a monthly salary of tens of RMB, a toy named "Transformers" was sold for nearly 100 RMB. Even the well-off students at that time could not bear it at home. Therefore, every day after school, it is our greatest happiness to ask students to stare at those greedy eyes through the glass counter and look at the toy that they love and hate. At that time, anyone who owned a "Transformers" toy must be a well-deserved king of the children. To this end, my friends and I were slapped on the ass by my father. At that time, I often thought, am I wrong? I just want a toy, okay? Is it worth hitting me? Later, I recalled that maybe my father hated himself for not meeting my "little request for a toy." Now any child who goes to school can easily do what we have to do in our dreams. However, the ownership at this time is very different from that at that time. Joofoo.net Collection
/kloc-When he was 0/8 or 9 years old, he suddenly became interested in swimming. At that time, my grandfather was still there, and my father had a big accident when he was my age. Everyone in his fifties in Wuhan knows about it. So grandpa is very strict with dad, and dad forbids me to go. I don't care if I am young or energetic. I went secretly ... until one day, I successfully crossed the Hanshui River and told my father. His face, which was overwhelmed by life, was obviously excited. A few days later, I brought home a medal for crossing the Yangtze River ... I still remember that my father was laughing all the time, even at dinner. He has been playing with the medals in his hand, and his eyes are full of joy. ...
When I was in my twenties, a lost relationship made me desperate, and I fell into daily life ... My father felt sorry for this decadent choice. He kept telling me about life, ideals and his past, but it didn't work for a person who was obsessed with it. On the contrary, it aroused my rebellious mentality, and for this reason, we had no less disputes and produced resentment. Finally one day, the conflict broke out. We fight each other. As a result, I was knocked down by my father who was nearly sixty years old ... I was not convinced, but after falling to the ground again and again, I had to calm down. My father snapped, "If you want to knock me down or cheer up with me, men have to look like men …" I was surprised that my father was so skilled. We talked late that day. Grandpa used to be famous in his hometown. Almost killed someone because of a fight. For this, grandpa paid a very heavy price. Since then, grandpa's temperament has changed greatly, and it is forbidden for future generations to practice martial arts ... My father was weak and sick when he was a child, so grandpa taught him a little ... no wonder! From the next day, my father and I practiced boxing together. As the saying goes, I never left my father's soldiers on the battlefield ... I quickly learned about my father's things, and then I continued to follow many teachers. Now my father is no longer my opponent ... Once at dinner, my father said, "Boy, you have to give up on yourself now, and I can't help it ..." I felt a fever on my face. "Dad, I have grown up!" Father nodded. "It is good for young people to eat more bitterness, so they must have a good attitude. I don't want you to be an ordinary person in the future ... "I put down my chopsticks and solemnly said to my father," Father, I won't let you down again ... "After listening to my words, I saw the wrinkles in my father's eyes clearly unfold. ...
I know that my ability is limited and I can't provide anything to my father materially. However, spiritual comfort made me try my best to make him happy. He is no longer young, and his drooping shoulders have witnessed the storms of his life ... there is still a long way to go. I wonder how long I can stay with him. Every time I look at his stumbling steps, I am annoyed by my past youth and ignorance.
"father! I will always be your son, no matter how things change, no matter how human feelings change, I swear, I will always be your son. Every minute, every second, can't change that I am your son ... "
-For Father's Day
Fatherly love is a thick calluses.
The days passed in my father's push-pull shoulder.
I went from being dumb to learning a language.
Father's love is a smile full of eyes.
The burden of life can't bend my father's back.
No matter how hard and tired you are, you must support tomorrow's sun.
Father's love is a big book without words.
Reading has endless motivation.
Rise in the faith of my life
Father's love is a lofty mountain.
Walk into my father's inner world
I finally understand that fatherly love is seamless.
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A poem praising father.
father
Father is old.
It is no longer the rising sun in Ran Ran.
He is being swept by the horizon.
Cut off the light bit by bit.
Father is old.
But by his wife's courtiers
Gradually become an emperor
The emperor's life has a lot of fun.
Take a shower, someone prepares clothes and scratches his back.
Writing and drawing, someone shakes the fan and pours ink.
Three meals a day vegetables and fruits.
Autumn wind and autumn rain were covered and added.
A slightly younger wife
Often referred to as the "nagging king"
There were also some in the emperor's time
The story of old sesame rotten millet
Said that when he was young
Give play to your skills as a student cadre.
Caught up with the girl in the city
From this time on.
Then duckweed has never left the rice seedling.
His acting career is booming.
Home was sung by him.
he said
What are the stars and the sun proud of?
An orange oil lamp waiting for his return at night.
It is his emperor.
Father is old.
Yellow mud has overflowed the chest.
When he can't move the red flag.
He became emperor.
( 1)
It's a full moon. I already know.
Father is a concept.
This is the lighting term of black land and black forest.
Small eyes, this big man.
I warmed him with the most primitive crying.
Upper and lower limbs and
Those days when the rain stopped.
(2)
Childhood, I took your hand into the school.
You reach out, the iron hoe of the world.
Dig a party for me
The sky is bigger than the village.
Father, I am your most complete stone.
Father, you are my perfect shadow.
(3)
It's getting dark I live in a book.
It's getting dark You live in the mountains.
Father, these ten years
We have never met.
That day, I went home
You are still saying that people in the mountains live a strong life.
You are not old, you are old.
(4)
Now, I have grown into a big tree.
Ye chaotian, the root is not in your hand.
Father, those waterwheels and fences.
Are you still silent in the moonlight?
Still stay, in front of our house
-Where I ran away from home
Those polished stone chips.
Rotating iron ring
Do you have your own home?
(5)
Father, tonight
I am another wheat.
Become another wheat.
It is deep bread and steamed bread.
-=-Appearance
Tonight, I don't want to go home by windmill.
I want to fly, along the maturity of May.
Father, you are tonight.
My nails and my old house will never rust.
For thousands of years, the only pain that I can't shut up.