In the distance, his father's back appeared again, and the invisible burden pressed his back, pushing him to forty, leaving deep marks on his face under the cutting of years.
When I was a child, my father's back was so elusive. I never lay on my father's back, nor did I leave a childhood footprint on his back, but that time, I set foot on his broad back.
Many things happened in my family that year, whether it was happiness or happiness, pain or sadness, all of which were reflected in that year. Where are you going? The pain numbs me. ...
The day in June is sultry as a steamer, and his enthusiasm is put into every corner of June. Under the enthusiasm of June, I got sick after all because I couldn't resist it. My constitution is not very good. I have been a "small medicine pot" in the eyes of my family since I was a child. A cold is a common occurrence for me, and this time, the illness after injury flooded in and I didn't want to leave for a long time.
Lying in the hospital bed, I watched every drop, and then sent it into my blood. When the water drops fell, my heart began to pray for my early recovery. With the sound of prayer, Didi finally finished his work. My father wrapped my hand in his rough but thick handbag, and suddenly there seemed to be a fire of fatherly love burning at the junction of my hands. Spread between my father and me.
When I got home, maybe it was because I hadn't eaten for days, and the food I had just eaten vomited out because of nausea. I endured hunger and went back to my room to sleep in a daze. In the evening, my father stopped his busy work and came home, but I was always groggy and couldn't open my eyes in the call of my family. My father's anxious face caught my eye and my heart ached inexplicably. I want to stand up and reassure my father, but I can't. Father helped me up, took my hand and walked out of the house. My legs are weak and it is difficult to stand up. When I stopped, I saw heartache in my father's eyes, but he kept blinking to hide it. My heart was touched by my father again. This is my father crouching in front of me and saying, "Come on up, dad will carry you." . "I wanted to refuse, but my father seemed to see my heart and soon showed an expression that I couldn't refuse. I know I can't refuse any more.
I fell on my father's back, and his thin body stood up slowly. My heart hurts like a needle. My father labored on my back, and the speed was very slow. I know he is tired. I can't help but burst into tears. My father's back holds me up and shields me from all the sand and difficulties ahead. In the hot summer, the busy street instantly turned into a stage for my father and me. ...
My father's back is like a mountain, which propped up my home and supported me when I was sick; Father's back is like the earth, broad and broad; My father's back is like a windbreak, shielding me from the wind and rain ahead.
My father's back gave me strength and love. Perhaps the taciturn father's love is expressed at this moment, as warm as the spring breeze!
I am a tree, and my father's back is a mountain, blocking the damage caused by wind and rain; My father is the pillar of my spirit. His love may not be earth-shattering, but that ordinary love makes me happy and moved.
I am happy because of my father's love and moved by his back.