Sons and fathers are a pair of natural enemies, and the father-son relationship between me and my father makes me feel ridiculous. www.biquge.info I know that my father loves me very much, and I know very well that I love him very much. But we are also the firstborn, I have my own majesty, and my father has his own creed. When two very different majesty meet each other, a tension inevitably erupts.

That year, when I was a sophomore in high school, my father was seriously injured in the engineering team and hit his head on the ground, and it is said that he only picked up a life at that time. At that time, I only knew that my mother had gone to the provincial capital, but I didn't know what my mother had gone to do. Until one day I came home, and my grandmother helped my mother take care of the housework. My grandmother probably couldn't bear the pain of concealment, so she told me about my father's injury and my mother's care. After I listened, I didn't speak for a long time, and my mind was instantly confused.

My mother called home, and I answered the phone. I heard my mother's calm voice, both kind and angry.

"Why didn't you tell me about my dad's injury?" I asked, crying. I only heard my mother comforting me, and my mother said to me: "It's useless to tell you, I think your father will tell you later!" At that moment, I felt so pitiful, and I didn't have the slightest ability to take care of my father when he was seriously injured.

When I met my father, he was almost recovered. There were still a lot of bruises on my father's face, and when he saw us, he smiled knowingly. I stood in front of my father, not knowing what to say, tears rolling in my eyes. I was so satisfied to see my father in front of us like that. During the time of his father's injury, the young mind was constantly worried about his father's injury. I was afraid of losing my father, and a child without a father was pitiful and helpless.

Ever since his father was injured, his temper has become unusually short-tempered. Compared with the previous him, although his father had a bad temper, he didn't get a little bit. Although my father's injury appeared to be recovering well from the outside, the injury hurt his nerves so much that sometimes he could lash out even if you told him something very ordinary. Then when I was younger, I was too naïve, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable. So I often do it with my father, and as long as my father is at fault, I will go back to my face mercilessly.

Then my conscience woke me up, and I began to realize that the reason why my father was so angry was not that he wanted to, but that his body could not help but be angry. I began to try to be tolerant, doing ideological work for many of my relatives around me, telling them to be considerate of my father's "bad temper" and not to always blame him. Although I often lectured my mother in front of her, the most I heard during that time was my mother's repeated complaints, and she always said that she had enough of her father's temper. I can understand my mother's complaints, but I blamed my mother, I blamed her for not being patient enough, and I was thinking that this kind of complaint of my mother and my father are not good for my father's recovery. My sobriety is that my waist doesn't hurt when I stand and talk, because in front of my father, I myself have not been tolerant and patient, not to mention that my mother has always been with my father, even if my mother is at fault, but the greatest person is still her.

His father's injury put him under a lot of pressure, the psychological burden brought to him by life, and the troubles caused by illness. But no one can understand his helplessness and pain, and he can only recover slowly on his own. As a middle-aged man, he is lonely and helpless, his son is young and does not understand him, and his parents are older and cannot understand him.

When I was in my third year of high school, my mother went out to work and left my father at home. During the time when my mother went to work, my father not only did not ease down, but he took on more responsibilities, not only to do the housework, but also to take care of the farm work in the field, but also to take on the role of our mother.

My father brought me food on his motorcycle, and he was drenched in the drizzle. I stood at the door of the dormitory and saw the exhaustion and haggard on my father's face, and suddenly felt so distressed, although my father's temper was not as good as before, his love for me did not weaken at all. At that time, I didn't want to see my father again at school, because every time I saw my father do something for me, my heart would ache and be sad.

My father has changed in the past few years, and he has become much softer than before. He has become a grandfather, and he is more optimistic than before. But the burden on his shoulders has not been lifted, and he is still running for my brother and me. The last time I gave him a haircut, I noticed that my father's sideburns were gray, and I joked about my hair while telling him about his hair. Father just smiled faintly, and he said that it was time for white.

My father is getting older, and maybe he will not be as good as before. As children, we should be more understanding and tolerant, so that our parents' tempers can have a place to vent, and there is no need to be serious with them. Then work hard to carry their burden earlier, so that they can enjoy the joy of family life and live a stable and happy life.