Several frost and rain baptism, the years in the face left a few quiet and calm look, thin figure due to the whole day's busy and slightly hunchbacked ...... staring at the man sitting next to me, but suddenly realized: father old.
The impression of the father, always cold as frosty face, not many words full of philosophy, every time I meet him, I always respect and far away. But this morning something happened that changed my view of my father.
Nearing April, there are still four weeks to go before the sports test, but my running score is still far from the full line, and I can't help but feel a little anxious. My father woke up early to accompany me to the morning exercise. Early in the morning on the playground seems to remain the breath of winter, my father in front of the lead, I followed. Quite a bit of biting wind down the collar into the neck, look at the front of the father, he only wore a thin sweatshirt, white sneakers like frost and snow in the runway fluttering. After two laps, I was a bit exhausted, then to the father issued a "distress". "Take a break, I can't run anymore!" "Hold on, there is still a long way to go." My father said firmly. I wiped the sweat off my forehead and had to keep running. This lap seemed very long, I gradually felt my mind begin to faint, and my pace was no longer under my control. As a drop of sweat fell, I collapsed. At this moment I expected my father to reach out with a warm hand and pull me home, but instead he yanked me up and continued to run forward. A large hand gripped my wrist, cold and clammy. I begged, almost in tears: stop, I can't take it anymore! But that big hand still does not relax at all, at that moment, I think the person in front of me is the world's most evil devil.
Finally, I was dragged hard to finish the last lap. That stiff face showed a hint of a smile, but I found it so eerie and terrifying. I walked alone to the green field and fell on my back, not saying a word. The white shoes had come to me at some point. "Four laps, four weeks, don't you just get over it when you're tired and miserable? When you need help, I will give you a hand, but the most important thing is to have confidence in yourself." Hearing my father's words, I seemed to understand his good intentions. But still, I didn't squeak and just looked at the sky silently.
Father once upon a time, the body is very strong, just these years, all day busy socializing, every day to go home to very late, even if living under the same roof, to meet and say, but only a few words of cold greetings. I always think that he gave me too little care, gradually, we seem to have a layer of diaphragm. Until I calmly scrutinize my father's moment, I suddenly understand, in fact, my father is the one who needs the most care! The whole day running between business and cold family, my father is how lonely, how need my love. And I, but blasphemy father's hard work. Looking at my father's strands of gray hair, my heart lit up a huge sense of guilt.
Thinking of this, I immediately got up, embraced my father, and embedded my head y in his arms, letting the tears flow horizontally in my heart. A ray of morning light pierced through the layers of clouds and shone down, enveloping the two people tightly. At that moment, I read the father's love.
Father's love is like a mountain--Reading "Fu Lei's Letter"
With hesitation, I use my own pen to write this after reading, to record some of my insights on this book, to reproduce the touch of the heart.
--Title
Just remember, when the teacher stipulated to read, I am still quite impatient, and even disdain in my heart, not just some letters, who will not write? The first time I read it, I didn't see anything special about it. However, when I slowly able to patiently and carefully look at is, my idea was subverted, that where is the ordinary letter ah! That a letter, that between the lines, are now a strong love. When I look through those letters, I can't help but see the figure of a man who is writing in front of my eyes. Look, he is proudly smiling for the child's achievements; look, he is full of worry for the child's frustration; look, he is dissatisfied with the child's pride ...... his every move and every word.
Fu Lei is a wise, erudite, upright scholars, but he gave me the deepest impression is his children's strict tutelage. I think Fu Lei is a father first and a scholar second. In that one letter, not only his instructions to the children, but also the strict requirements of the children. He would always pay attention to Fu Cong's piano learning, would criticize him, and would also praise and encourage him. Spurring Fu Cong to move forward on the road of art until he becomes a master of art.
My father was also a strict man, if there is always a parent who sings the white face and a red face, then he is undoubtedly the one who sings the white face. There was a time when I resented him for this, and at that time he seemed downright uncaring to me. When I achieved excellent results, he did not praise me as I thought, just faintly instructed me to continue to work hard; when I failed the exam, he did not comfort me, only frowning, serious and I discuss the reasons for the loss. I think if my grandmother hadn't told me that my father would secretly be happy about my achievements and worried about my losses, I'm afraid I would have always resented him. And now, I have come to understand what my father did. It's not that he doesn't love me, it's just that he's used to hiding his love under a thick shell.
In terms of educating children, I think my father and Fu Lei had the same idea. They will use harshness to cover up their warmth, pouring their expectations on their children, and insisting on their own choices even if they are hated by their children. Until they see their children reach the peak of success.
Father's love is not as gentle as mother's love. If mother's love is a clear spring, and father's love, deep as a rock, in the wordless, firm, persistent watch over me, give me the strength to go forward.
"Fu Lei's Letter" touched me much more than these, however, my humble pen can only write some of its shallowest. I think, I probably will never forget this book, will not forget those words, will not forget that a father. Maybe I can't be as successful as Fu Cong, but I can do all I can to keep my father from being disappointed, so that he can be as proud of his children as Fu Lei was.
Here, I can't help but say, "Fu Lei's Letter", thank you, thank you for letting me see that, father. Thank you even more for letting me truly understand that mountainous father's love.
Deep father's love
People often say that the mother's love is great, yes, everyone can appreciate it, the mother's love is delicate to the hand, in fact, you know, the father's love is equally great, just his love is deep, need to experience with the heart in order to experience, even in the life of the little things, you can also feel the depth of the father's love.
Every day after school, my father will always be at home to do a good job waiting for me to come back, not a day off, every time I enter the door, will smell the smell of food, I understand that my father to do a good job of food is waiting for me, every time my heart will always be thinking, "do the chef's daughter can be really happy ah, every day you can eat such a delicious dish.
Daddy is always so painful to me, love me, take care of me, I remember once, I stood on the sofa to dry the clothes, accidentally step on the soles of the feet slippery, "bang" a side from the sofa fell down, my hand was twisted, at that time, the pain in the heart of the pain occupies my whole body, so that I can not help but sobbed, the home on me, and there is no medicine, I can't do it, I'm not a person. A person, and there is no medicine, I had no choice but to endure the pain on the left hand to the bed with no injury to the right hand to call my father, heard the news of my father the first time from the outside rushed back to the pharmacy to give me to buy the ointment of bruises back, my father to give me medicine, then yelled at me: "What is the matter with you ah, drying the clothes will be injured in a fall, how are you so careless ah. How could you be so careless?" In other people's ears, these words are how reproachful ah, but in my ears, these words are full of concern, I cried and said to my father: "I'm sorry, I do not mean it, next time I will not be so careless, will not let myself get hurt again." After hearing this, dad raised his head and gazed at me, there were tears in the corners of his eyes, I knew that dad was heartbroken, that's why he yelled at me like that, after a long time dad opened his mouth and said, "You go and take a rest first, tomorrow I'll go and buy some bones to make a soup for you to drink, so that it will get better a little bit faster." An instant of warmth spread through my body and mind. I sincerely felt that my father's love was so delicate and sincere.
Today I have grown up, but Dad's love for me is as strong as ever. When my mind fluctuates, he is a mentor, guiding me and showing me the way. Dad is like an angel guarding me, reminds me of a song "Angel", the song has a lyrics: "You are my angel, protecting my angel, from now on I have no sorrow ...... like a child depends on the shoulder, like tears depend on the face, you are i, give me dependence, give me strength; Like a poet relies on the moon, like a dolphin relies on the ocean, you are an angel, you are my first and last heaven ...... "Yes, that's right, dad, you are the shoulder I rely on, the face I rely on, the moon I rely on, the ocean I rely on, as long as there is you, there is my most beautiful heaven!
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