Unspoken words

Unspoken words

There is always someone who lights up a bright light for me in the dark night; there is always someone who is holding up a rain-covered umbrella in the drizzle; there is always someone who is on the road to life. On, guide me to the road ahead... "Thank you, Dad!" But in my heart, I have never said anything, but I can only cherish it in my own heart.

That day, when I was sorting out the bookshelves, I accidentally pulled out the "Hope", and my thoughts had already drifted back to the past, but the tears slipped quietly... I remember that summer, my friends and I were playing in the yard, neighbors. Lin Hongshen said to me mysteriously: "Today is the latest release of Pang Xiuyu's "Hope" by the bookstore, and the author's autograph! You are going to buy one, or you will be sold out!" Ah! After listening to it, I also want to be able to wait to have it. That's one of the long-awaited essays. There are a lot of Pang Xiuyu's winning essays, as well as some writing skills, plus the author's autograph... This is a temptation for me. I can't wait to have it right away!

I just wanted to go home and tell my father, but I didn’t expect the father in the room to have heard my conversation with Lin Hong. I said, “I will buy it for you! You study at home!” After that, Dad rode the car. Just left.

When I was waiting at home, unexpectedly, the sky was so dark, and after a while, a very large bead curtain was pulled up between the heavens and the earth, and there was heavy downpour. Suddenly, a car sound interrupted my thoughts. It’s Dad! Dad is back! I hugged the umbrella and quickly ran out of the house. I saw that my father’s coat was gone. The thin shirt on my body was already soaked, and the rain flowed down my father’s hair from time to time. I immediately went into the house and took out a towel for my father. "Dad, wipe it!" Dad took a towel and wiped the rain off his face. His face showed a happy smile!

After entering the house, Dad immediately took out a plastic bag from his arms and gently opened it. Inside, it was his coat. It was folded into a small square, and then opened again. It was the one I had dreamed of. "My father was soaked, but the book was not watery."

Open the title page of the book, the word "hope" is reflected in my eyes, look at the book that is not drenched, and then look at the drenched father. I want to say something to my father, but I can’t say it when I say it. Let the tears spin in the eyelids. In fact, I want to say: "Dad, thank you!"...

Now recalling, there is always a feeling of moving in my heart... I don’t know the rain outside the window, I hold an umbrella, walk alone on the cobblestone path, when my father bought the book back. The scene seems to come to my eyes. The unspoken words in the sentence can only be treasured in my heart. "Dad, thank you!"...

Second day: love or study