Father is a deep poem, only a long time to savor to read .
It is rare to have a really long talk with my father, and I always feel that he is getting more and more serious and stereotypical. There is a deep generation gap between myself and my father, and I feel that in my father's eyes, I am no longer a good child.
I used to be my father's pride and my mother's pride. In the past, from time to time to help my parents do a small thing, this time my parents face will always wave with a happy smile, my heart is also overflowing with happiness.
I don't know when, I learned to be silent, I learned to talk back, I learned to close the door heavily to show resistance to parents, gradually, I thought I grew up, I like to hide my heart, deliberately keep a distance from my parents. How many times I saw my father's expression of desire to speak, see my father's eyes showing melancholy helplessness and incomprehension, I am proud of my so-called independence, I am more and more silent, my father is more and more serious and stereotypical up. I also gradually blame my father for not understanding and not caring about himself.
But after that moment, I finally read the poem of my father.
Once I remembered a stomach ache, I thought it would get better when I woke up, but I didn't expect not only no relief, but aggravation, although it was a little hard to bear, but I could get through it.
Until the night is really pain unbearable, my first thought is still the wordless father, I thought, "Although he is usually temperament is a bit big, he is still very concerned about me." Perhaps it really is in times of distress that one remembers how good someone is? I began to regret the rebellious act I had done to my father, but what use was regret in the present? However, the city was preparing for the inspection of the civilized city, and my father was a dutiful civil servant who worked long hours every day, and considering how busy he was, I changed my mind and turned to think of my mother, but what good was she, anyway?
Eventually, I still dialed my father's phone, he heard the news to come, the sky rustling down the rain, thought my father could not get out of the way, I began to fall into endless contemplation, a vegetarian seat and urgent footsteps deep interrupted my thoughts, when he came into my room, I stared into his eyes, that is how a pair of eyes ah, eyes full of blood, but from it reveals a kind of father's love! The light of the father's grim face seems to have a trace of anxiety, it seems that he was in a hurry to come over, then in the middle of the summer, the body of the shirt has been soaked through, slightly white hair is still hanging beads of sweat. My father opened his mouth to say something, and was silent for a while, and then asked me about my condition, (my father used to be a doctor), under my father's care, I finally got a little better, after which my father left again in a hurry. The ice between us broke in a flash.)
Father, only after you read it, you will suddenly realize that the truth of it is so profound, father is a poem, a good and timeless poem, father is a mountain, a mountain with a big heart, father is a sea, a sea full of deep feelings, in fact, the sun and the moon in the sky are in love with the earth, it is the expression of a different way only, the moon with it's soft moonlight illumination of the earth, and the The sun is with light and heat, nourishing the earth, when through the phenomenon to see the essence, you will find that the sun and the moon's intention is the same, the father's love and mother's love is also the same. Father will not use language to express, only with action to convey, although sometimes you can not see, but you will find that the fine taste of the father as tea, has a quiet fragrance.
Ah, father, you poured so much love on me, but I have not been found, I now how to regret, but it has been difficult to make up for it, so let me be your father in my life, as you take care of me to take care of you.
Parents give comfort, etc.