The father's back is broad and solid, and it seems that his thin body does not quite match, but it is the father with this broad and solid back to hold up a happy home.
Father's back appeared again in the distance, the invisible burden pressed on his back drove him toward forty, face in the years of cutting left deep traces.
As a child, my father's back was so unattainable. I never lay on my father's back, nor did I leave my childhood footprints on his back, but that time I stepped on his broad back.
There were a lot of things that happened in the family that year, whether they were happy or happy, or painful, sad, all manifested in that year, the pain of the separation of life and death so that I became numb,......
The days of June, such as the steamer-like sultriness, the June to every corner of the enthusiasm that he puts. In the enthusiasm of the June I was finally unable to resist and sick, my body is not very good, from childhood in the eyes of the family I am a "small pot of medicine" colds for me as a routine, and this time in the wound after the sick to go as a flood like a raging, a long time with the I am not willing to leave the whirlwind.
Lying in the hospital bed looking at the droplets falling and then sent drop by drop into my blood, my heart with the droplets fell when I began to pray, praying for their own speedy recovery, in the sound of prayer accompanied by the droplets finally finished his work, my father with his rough but thick hand wrapped around my hand, at once as if there is a father's love of the fire in the junction of the hand and the hand burned. It spread between my father and me.
Returning home, perhaps because many days without food, just eat something and vomit out due to regurgitation, enduring hunger drowsiness back to the room into dreamland, evening, my father stopped busy back home, but I was always drowsy, in the family's call in the powerless to open his eyes, my father's anxious face into my eyes, the heart of the inexplicable pain. I wanted to stand up to reassure my father, but I was too weak to do so. My father lifted me up and held my hand toward the house, my legs were weak, making it very difficult for me to walk, walking and stopping I saw the heartache in my father's eyes, but he kept trying to cover it up by blinking. My heart was once again touched by my father. This is my father walked in front of me squatted down and spoke: "Come up, dad carry you. "I want to refuse, but my father seems to see my heart, turned to show a kind of expression that can not be refused, I know, I can not refuse again
I ambushed on my father's back, my father's thin body slowly stood up. My heart, however, ached like a pinprick. My father carried me on his back straining to move forward, the speed is very slow, I know he is tired. I can not help but tears moistened the corners of my eyes, my father's back lifted up the powerless me, for me to cover up all the sand and difficulties that come ahead. The hot summer, the lively street instantly became my father and I double stage ......
Father's back as a mountain, holding up the home, lifting up the sick me; father's back as the earth, wide and broad; father's back as a windbreak, shielding me from the wind and rain ahead.
Father's back gave me strength, gave me love. Perhaps the love of a father who speaks few words is expressed at this moment, like the warmth of a spring breeze!
I am a tree, my father's back is a mountain blocking the wind and rain to my harm; my father is my spiritual support, his love may not be shocking, but that ordinary love makes me happy, let me move.
I am happy because of my father's love, touched by my father's back.