Yan's father
--Xi Murong
In August, in the hot summer, he was riding a motorcycle in front of and behind the streets, hawking: "Beef, fat. Yellow beef."
The man must be a father. On the newly built road, the steamroller went back and forth repeatedly. The silent man in the driver's seat must be a father. In the building not far away, among the aging men who are approving, copying, and delivering official documents in one office after another, there must be many of them. Father. All the running around,
must be for the sake of the children at home.
The wind, frost and sorrow gave the father who was traveling away gradually a stern face. When he returned home, the child's ignorance
and laziness gave him an impatient heart. Heart. How can we make children understand that what lies ahead of them is a long and rugged road. How can we let our children know how limited and short-lived their father's care is.
However, children don’t want to understand or know. They like to throw themselves into their mother’s soft and warm embrace,
enjoy the infinite pampering and love.
After working hard for a day, my father returned to his home, only to find that the home he supported with everything he had was really sweet and happy. However, this kind of Sweetness and happiness are not something he can enter or enjoy.
As a result, the worried father became increasingly lonely.
Transparent Heart
Accompanying my mother to the hospital for rehabilitation treatment is something I will definitely do on days when I don’t have classes.
Although the sun is shining outside, there is still a faint chill in the hospital. Friends who are sick will say hello when they meet,
Their faces are always much darker than usual. .
A young intern nurse walked through the deserted corridor. The floor-to-ceiling glass windows on both sides brought in the sunlight, which was spread on the smooth
terrazzo floor, drawing out individual of squares. The little nurse in a light blue dress suddenly smiled, stood on tiptoes and started playing hopscotch in these squares, jumping all the way to the end of the corridor.
I was standing at this end of the corridor, and I could completely feel her joy in my heart. yes! Little girl, get rid of the disease and pain in those wards. On this sunny corridor, you, a young person, have every right to feel joy and happiness.
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I stood quietly behind my white-haired mother and walked forward with her slow footsteps. Outside the corridor, the newly grown leaves
were glowing in the sunshine. It turned out to be completely transparent.
Under your gaze, I wish I could have a completely transparent heart.