Mom and Dad, I'm very reluctant to be a flower in a greenhouse. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info At home, I want to wash the dishes and you say that the oil and water will stain my clothes; I want to bring boiling water, and you're worried that it will burn me; I want to help you go shopping, and you said that there are many cars on the road; Even sweeping the floor, you are worried that it will tire me. I can't do anything, I can't do anything. I feel like I need to be weathered, and even if I go through some difficulties, I'm not afraid. It is impossible for a person's life to be without setbacks, and it is impossible for a small tree to grow into a big tree without tempering.

Dad and Mom, after telling you so much, do you understand your daughter's thoughts? You've also been through childhood and know what it entails. Let go and let your daughter struggle and fight by herself! I will follow your lessons, and learn every lesson carefully while playing, and I believe that your daughter will not let you down!

Thank you, dear Mom and Dad!

Whenever the sun sets and the stars shine at dusk; He guarded the stars one by one, and looked at the light of the light moon flowing with mercury. My father and I rode the evening breeze and walked leisurely on the horizontal, straight, and winding road. The afterglow of the sun shone obliquely on my father, and a beautiful silhouette was immediately reflected on the ground.

In this quiet moment, I will take my time to take stock of the past. The days with my father. You know, how hard it is to be able to walk with your father in the sunset. Those happy rosaries are cultivated in the fire of love, and from time to time they emit a fragrance. "Dad, shall we go on the swing?" I made unreasonable demands regardless of the occasion, regardless of place, and regardless of status. My father just wanted to open his mouth but closed tightly, he was obviously "frightened". Looking at his deep pool-like eyes, I seemed to see a broken tail fish that had fallen into a deep pool, and could not find its way; The old green silk is spreading. I opened my mouth to retract what I had just said, but there was still silence.

The people were quiet, and the stars and lights flashed in the windows near and far. "Alright! Play with you once. "My father eventually relented. Although he is not used to it, he is willing to match his daughter's nature for my "willfulness". I took my father's broad, old hand and walked to the swing, which was my childhood paradise with my father, but after "growing up", I never came again. When I was ready to get on the swing, my father took the lead. It turns out that my father loves to play more than me. But my father took the paper in his pocket and wiped the dust earnestly, and he sat down on it himself to see if it was broken, and tied a knot in the looser place.

I sat down cautiously, and my father nudged me, I thought it was too low, and I wanted to go higher. My father just answered softly, adding a little strength to me. It wasn't long before I started yelling about the feeling of flying again. The father paused and said with a very gentle expectation, "It's too dangerous, and it's not good to fall." As if nothing had happened, I confidently told my father, "No." My father was still not at ease, and in his anxious eyes, I saw fear. Because once I fell once and broke my foot.

In order not to hurt me, he tied me with branches and ropes, like a harness. The moment I swung up, I saw the last rays of the sunset, casting red afterglow over the soft greenery of the garden. In an instant, everything around them was visibly darkened. But beside me, there is a warm sun, which is giving me a warm and moving breath like music.

Father, at all times, can always give people the warmth of the sun, even when it is dark, there is a glimmer of light. Father's love is like the grandeur of "flying down 3,000 feet", and the vicissitudes of "old vine trees and crows". It is always destined to be a hidden emotion in the polishing of time and the changes of the world.

Lying on the grass, looking at the clouds in the blue sky with silver edges of the sun, my memories flew to the boundless clouds......

When I was a child, I was my mother's "heart and liver baby", my grandparents' "little ancestor", and the "three good students" in the eyes of teachers and classmates, and all of this seemed to have nothing to do with my father.

Whenever I was sick, it was my mother who took care of me; Sitting in front of the computer late at night, it was my mother who dressed me; When I go out to travel, my mother is worried about my safety. And what about Dad? Does he love me? Do you care about me? Does he really care about me? I've asked myself that more than once.

In my memory, my dad was always serious, like the doctor in the hospital who took a syringe and gave an injection. Whenever I happily showed my father the certificate and certificate, he never praised me, but repeated a topic to teach me: don't be satisfied with a small achievement now, you should take a long-term view. I was disappointed. Daddy! How far am I from your expectations? What kind of me can satisfy you?

I remember that summer, when you saw me fall, you stood next to me and refused to reach out to help me up. The wound gradually oozed red blood, and my heart was sour. If my mom had been there, she would have picked me up and driven me to the hospital. I don't want to turn my head and see your disregard anymore. I gritted my teeth, endured the pain, stood up, and continued walking forward as if nothing had happened. Thought: I can do without you. The blood is still leaking out, and you are smiling, smiling so happily.

Until that day, the school let us go to the lecture hall to listen to the public class of "Grateful Parents". When I got home, I couldn't help but feel a little ups and downs. I habitually turned on the stereo, sat quietly on the sofa, brought a cup of green tea from the coffee table with my right hand, and slowly savored it, the aroma of tea covering my thoughts. "Well, this tea is so refreshing, it must have been made by Dad." I secretly praised in my heart.

My father's love for me over the years has been warm, he will let me eat more when I eat, he will make me a cup of fragrant tea when I come home, he will persuade me to wear more clothes when the weather turns cold, and he will let me use warm water when I wash my face...... It turns out that the strength of family affection is completely reflected in carelessness and gestures! It turns out that my father didn't help me when I fell so that I could learn to be strong! Thank you, dear Dad, forgive me for reading you at the age of twelve.

In an instant, I understood everything: father's love is like a cloud, without decoration, without temperature, so transparent and so pure, it will always float in the sky of your life......

I always think that a father's love is like a mountain, there is no trickle of delicacy, and I always think that only a mother can care for her children in every detail. However, I found that I was wrong

He is the pillar of the family, and all the driving force of our life is his continuous sharing of us; He is my "joke book", and when I am unhappy, he will always open it automatically.