(Junior high school clumsy, right to entertainment.) ）

At the age of 14, he is already a young man. However, among the growing footprints that he grew up in from childhood to adulthood, there was a footprint that was once stained red with blood, but this red footprint that was once stained red with blood was also covered with golden love.

His brain always distorted his thoughts, often reminding him of that day six years ago......

At noon that day, at noon on May 12, 2008, the sound of reading aloud came from that classroom, reverberated like water between the wide schools, and finally disappeared into the air like water.

In the classroom, a male teacher walks back and forth on the podium, and below the stage are dozens of students who are burying their heads in their studies. In the sound of reading, no one noticed that the watch on the teacher's wrist was making a terrible "click" sound.

The hour hand dragged the heavy body, howled, sighed, moved between '''2'' and ''3'', and directed the minute hand, slamming into ''28''.

The earth began to dance wildly, shaking, swaying, and slamming again, as if a giant beast had awakened after sleeping in the ground for eons of age—while the school was groaning in pain.

That terrible moment -- 14:28......

''Run.'' The male teacher yelled. The students ran out. The teacher jumped over the podium, protecting the overwhelmed students.

The students escaped unharmed. However, an even more chilling thought hit his head: where was his son?

In a corridor that had not yet collapsed, there was a rush of footsteps. The male teacher scurried down the corridor, eagerly searching for his son.

As its veins and blood leaped wildly, his son came into view.

In front, an eight- or nine-year-old boy sat on the ground, and this boy was the 14-year-old boy now. The boy, when he saw his father in front of him, seemed to be smiling with tears on his face, but he couldn't seem to stand up. However, at this moment, the huge stone slab on his head was dangling precariously.

The male teacher ran even more frantically.

''Bang! There was a crisp and terrifying sound—the slate on the boy's head had fallen off and was smashing at the boy.

The blood of the male teacher is rushing like the water of the Yangtze River and the Yellow River at this time. The male teacher's eyes were red and he rushed over like a rocket.

With both hands, the male teacher jerked the boy to a safe place under the dam outside the corridor, and he himself was buried under the rubble with a bang.

At that moment, the boy and the male teacher looked at each other. The boy's eyes were full of fear; The male teacher was full of joy.

At that moment, the hourglass of time seemed to stop flowing, and the dust, the stones, hung in the air, and the dust in the atmosphere did not move, becoming clear, attached to the father's body, on the stone slab behind his father; Attached to the boy's face, the boy's tears.

At that moment, a bright red blood gushed out from his father's back, hot and cold, splashed on the stone slab and splashed on the boy...... Among them, the only thing that could be heard was the father's whisper before he died: "Son, work hard......''

With the end of the trembling, the memory was interrupted.

Since then, there has been one more footprint in the boy's growth, and his father has held hands and walked through the hurdles. That footprint means that his father can only accompany him here; That footprint also represents the future road, and he can only walk on his own......

The footprint, stained with bright red blood, was wrapped in brilliant fatherly love, and it became red and radiant.

In the future, he will not forget this footprint, because whenever he looks back, he will realize that in fact, he has always been surrounded and inspired by the strong fatherly love, and these fatherly love were given to him by the footprint in his growth!