Life has come to the present, only to find that he is the one who never leaves.
At home, it is him who accompanies me; It was he who thought of me when I left home. However, it was after thinking too much, chasing too much, experiencing too much and getting nothing that I was willing to take my heart back and put it on him.
I think he must know that I am like a wild horse at this moment, so he let me gallop outside. When I am tired, he is still there.
But I was exposed to too many new things, curious, and even wandering around in all kinds of nothingness, forgetting that he was still waiting for me at home. But he can't discipline me as strictly as he did when he was a child. He understands that I will go my own way in the future; He believes that I have the ability to distinguish right from wrong and can go on by myself. I can't wait to be picked up by him when I fall, because I have gone far and far.
I still remember a cold winter, my classmates and I made an appointment to go to the city to play, and we had a good time, so we missed the last bus. I waited at the empty station, shivering and scared. I thought of him, called him and carefully told him that there was no car and I was at the station. He was unexpectedly gentle on the other end of the phone. He said, "Don't be afraid. Stay in a crowded place. I'll be right there. " Half an hour later, he appeared in front of me on a motorcycle, his cheeks flushed with cold and he kept wiping his nose. For half an hour, I stood where I was, my feet were frozen stiff, and I could feel how biting the wind was all the way. He handed me a coat without saying anything. On the way home, I kept shaking, wrapped my coat tightly from time to time and buried my head in my clothes. He turned around and said loudly, "It won't be cold if you lean on my back." After returning home, he jokingly said to me, "Girl, dad has never suffered from others in his life, except you."
Many years later, I still remember the broad and solid back and the warmth at that time.
When I was a teenager, some people seemed to love me as much as him. Many times, I sat in the back seat of his bicycle, leaned on his back, felt the breeze blowing my long hair, and fantasized that I was the heroine in the movie, romantic and sweet. Nowadays, great changes have taken place in life, and those who once vowed never to leave my back on me have disappeared with time. However, he never said anything sensational, but silently gave me a warm back when I needed it. Walking around, I finally found that the love that I never gave up and didn't need to promise was given by him.
I was deeply impressed by his severity, and I was scared when I was not sensible. When I grow up, I know that there would be no me today without his teaching, and I also know that under his strict appearance, there is a gentle heart that loves me. He always puts me first. When I coughed, he immediately bought me medicine without delay. I'm going to have a holiday. He left work and went home early just to see me. Every time I leave, he always helps me with my luggage, helps me take a taxi, and tells the driver to take me safely before he can rest, but he always refuses to leave. Many, many, I remember, melted into my heart. After that, I am convinced that no one will love me more than him.
Now, he is 46 years old. As a daughter, when he was nearly 30 years old in Zhihu Life, I could really understand him and read him. From the moment he looked at my distant back, he was ready not to meet again for a long time. He doesn't know how long it has been. He only knows that when he misses me, he bears it, tells me that he is fine, tells me to work hard, and tells me that I am still his pride! It is not that the pace of time is too fast, but that I have neglected too much. In the future, when I look at my mobile phone tablet with short-sighted glasses, he will look at me with reading glasses. He must be afraid that he won't get enough of it, that I will leave again, and that it will be a long time before I come back. ...
I want to hold your warm palm as before, but you are no longer with me. I believe the breeze will bring you happiness. Please slow down and don't let you get old. I am willing to exchange everything I have for your longevity ... You support our family with your hands and always try your best to give me the best. Am I your pride? Are you still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up!
I am a sophomore in 2 105, and won the second prize in a college "three senses" competition. Now, reading it is still my heart. Put it here, in my heart, always remember my father's love for me, and always be grateful. It's just that my father was 46, and now he is over 50. I don't think I can waste what he gave me. Maybe our roles of giving and receiving should be reversed.