There is a feeling that surrounds you all year round, so that you ignore its existence; there is a feeling that always protects your soul, making you numb to its weight; there is a feeling that I have been supporting you in your progress, so much so that you have forgotten to cherish...
Perhaps, we were touched by a greeting from a friend when we were tired; perhaps, we were grateful for the guidance of a passerby when we were lost; Perhaps, we have been grateful for the teacher's concern when we were depressed; perhaps, we have been impressed by the tragic and great love story of Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai... I would like to ask, have we ever been moved by the mother's cup of hot milk in the cold winter? move? When you were sick, did you cry because of your father’s meticulous care? We always take our parents' love for us for granted. We have hot breakfast when we open our eyes; clean tables and chairs after returning home from school; and cover ourselves with quilts before going to bed at night... Why haven't we thought about it, when we are with you? When our friends were playing and playing, maybe my mother was anxiously going home to cook and wash rice; when we were laughing unbridled during self-study class with our classmates, maybe my father was being scolded by the leader for making a small mistake; when we were When entering sweet dreams, maybe they are still doing laundry, sweeping the floor, washing dishes...
As children, we always think that our parents are our guardian angels and are omnipotent. We would watch our father carrying rice and flour upstairs and downstairs with pure envy; we would watch our mother’s charming eyes shining with moving light; we would watch our father lovingly lift us above our heads; we would watch our mother. The silky black hair is flying wildly in the wind... At this time, our parents are simply gods in our young hearts. But we who were ignorant did not think that they would both grow old one day, and at that time, we would be their patron saints.
One day, you will find that your father's once vigorous steps have become slightly hobbled; your mother's once bright eyes have dimmed. One day, you will find that your father's once strong body has become emaciated, and your mother's once black and beautiful hair is covered with hoarfrost. Time has left its own traces on their faces. It has taken away the beauty that once belonged to their mother and the strength that once belonged to their father. At this time, we become enchanting and beautiful, and we become strong and stylish. We took everything that was theirs.
At this time, they can no longer bite anything hard, but they bought beef jerky to satisfy your appetite, but they said they don’t like it. At this time, they no longer hold hands when crossing the road. I hold your hand, but I am supported by you. The rotation of family affection and the spread of warmth. Only when we are both fathers and mothers can we feel their sadness and pain. At this time, you will also realize that if your child kindly hands you slippers when you get off work and sweetly calls him daddy, the fatigue of the day will disappear. When you have worked so hard to prepare a sumptuous dinner and see your children eating delicious food, it is worth all the hard work and fatigue.