After a week of intense study and life, it is very wise to go out for a walk, which makes me feel completely relaxed and don't have to think about anything, but the time for walking is like sand. The tighter you hold it, the faster it will flow and soon it will be fleeting. Quiet, quiet, leaving only a trace of sadness in my heart. I can't help sighing in my heart: how time flies.
Now I go out for a walk, but my laughter is mixed with seriousness and sadness. A serious problem lies ahead, and that is my future. Sad, but just because time flies, parents are getting older. I can never ride on my father's shoulders again, and I can never go back to that carefree childhood.
When I was a child, a happy family of three went out for a walk after dinner. How delightful! Mom and dad each hold my little hand, which makes me happier under the background of street lamps. Suddenly I met a small fork in the road, a path and a road. I want to take a path through the park. But mom wants to take the main road. She thinks this road is not safe. After a short thought, the burden of choice fell on my father. Finally chose the path, but said to me, "In order not to let you run around, ride on my shoulder." Holding my hand, one hand lifted me up and put it on my shoulder.
Although my father is not very tall, he is very strong, and his shoulders are no exception. He feels safe riding on it. I am like a captain, pointing forward with a branch, and my father will follow my direction, which is very imposing. Every step of my father is very careful, as if carrying the whole world.
I grabbed his big ears with both hands and walked with mirth. Slowly, I grew up.
Now, I still keep this habit and walk with them every Friday. Now we come to the fork in the road at that time again. Father asked, "Take the path?" I saw obedience in his eyes, and I turned to look at my mother. Mom didn't speak, just looked at me. It's my turn to decide this time. I thought for a while, thought for a while. Pointing at the avenue with your index finger: "Go from here! It is flat here. " I took their hands and walked away.
At this time, I felt that the real feeling in my hand was so strong, and the weight that my father felt in the past was so heavy.
At this moment, it seems that the whole world is in my hands.