That night I dragged my tired body to this remote place, and despite the remoteness, I had made the decision to live here. It was for this decision that the pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info made, and my father was busy day and night.

Seeing my father's heavy back and tired expression, I couldn't bear it. I really wanted to say to him, Dad, let's stop working, because there is still a dying grandfather at home, and I don't think the work here is very urgent compared to grandpa.

I'm not a good person, doesn't my father know that it's his father who is lying at home? No, my father should know the meaning of filial piety better than I do. The fire of my father is in my heart, and my father's anguish is also in my heart. My casual remark angered my father, and that scene was something I had foreseen, but I didn't expect it to happen so easily.

I didn't have a good temper and I quarreled with my father, and in retrospect, my every word and action hurt my father. We quarreled so much that I slammed the door and left, leaving my father in the still deserted house. It's hard to understand what my father was feeling at that time, it must have been a mixture! My father would have lit a cigarette and began to meditate under the smoky concrete frame.

But my father was a shrewd and righteous man, and he did not leave angrily, but silently devoted himself to the work in his hands. It seemed so naïve that I began to despise myself. I looked back at my father's achievements brick by brick, and I saw how my father was suffering in pain. On one side is the critically ill old father, and on the other side is the son's home. The father was struggling, he just wanted to make things reasonable, and he even selfishly in front of his father for the sake of his son, as he said, grandpa would not die for the time being.

Every day when I walk into this home and see every corner of the house, I feel endless bitterness and pain. That pain comes from the ardent expectation of an old man, and also from the heart of a father's beloved son. Later, when I heard a word from my father, I was in great pain. This is how my father described that time, and my father said that during that time, he was put in prison and worked in a closed environment.

My father was very sincere, and I applauded his description. Yes, my father did give a lot for my little family. When I accidentally opened the album called "Hard Struggle" again today, I was suddenly moved again. In the photo, my father and I looked very vicissitudes, I used the camera of my mobile phone to record a few moments, and today it seems that that one photo is valuable.

Time has transformed my father into a man in his fifties, and although he has not given me too many advantages, he has been trying his best. A lot of the time, I'm blaming myself and blaming my brother. Why can't we all be on our own, and why can't we all be on our own, when our younger brother is now married and has children?

The last time I gave my father a haircut, I saw his white hair on his temples, and I joked with him, "Dad, why are the sides of your head white?" and my father smiled. He said lightly: "It's time to be white, people in their fifties!" I also smiled, smiling and smiling, tears rolling in my eyes.

If you are not strong, who will be strong for me!

My father interpreted this sentence very thoroughly, he used his best ability to take care of a family and to open up a family. He was a strong man, but strong people also had times when they wept, and after my grandfather died, my father knelt in front of my grandfather's grave and cried, and at that moment, I stayed by my father's side and picked him up. Everyone has bitterness in their hearts, my father has too many hardships in his heart, he rarely tells others about his hardships, and for a long time, he has even become a laughing stock and joke in the eyes of relatives and friends.

It is rare to be confused in a person's life. During the period after my father was injured, he achieved a rare state of confusion. He once became the "head of the bar" in everyone's eyes. But there was nothing wrong with my father, but because of his illness, his mind was a little disordered and he said something that should not be said. However, as an ordinary person, what you can do in a rare and confused stage in your life is so clear, that is also a realm, and that kind of realm is not something that everyone can achieve.

While I was putting my pen down, I wanted to call my father. Talk to him so that the father can feel that this son actually has him in his heart.

Dad, you will always be my superstar.