Feeling father love

Feeling father love

There are many unexpected surprises in a person's life, and my surprise is: I feel the father's love.

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Mom told me that Dad is back.

My family's economic conditions are not good, so Dad has been working outside. Mother takes care of me and my brother at home. Dad is abroad for a long time, and it is rare to go home once. In my memory, only "mother" and "brother", in my memory, the father is just the beard and the heavy slap -

When I was a child, my brother was born at that time. He squatted on the floor playing beer bottles, I looked around, suddenly, the bottle was broken by my brother. The father who heard the sound saw me and the land in a mess. I didn't say anything to give me a slap. I fell straight and my mind was chaotic, and my mother’s call and cry were faintly heard. The body sinks little by little...

Thoughts drifted back to the present, dragging the tired body to the house. We seem to be born with each other. When I can't say a few words, he will start training me... I saw a flower shop on my way home, and my heart is strange: I didn't see it when I left last time. At this time, I saw a sign on the door of the flower shop, which read: Father, I wish you a happy holiday! I walked involuntarily. There was no one in the store, only one back door was slightly open, and there was a small sign hanging on the door, which read: Buy flowers, please come in. I walked in gently and was shocked by the sights in front of me:

The garden is full of yellow roses, and under the thorns, the roses are more charming. At this time, the voice of an old man came: "Little girl, buy a bunch of yellow roses, the yellow rose is a symbol of fatherly love, you can buy a bunch for your father, he will be very happy." I stopped for a while, Immediately said: Grandpa, I bought a bunch of yellow roses. The old man cut a dozen roses directly from the thorns. Gently wrapped me up. Then he turned and took a small card to me. "Write your blessings to Dad on this." Grandpa said with a smile. I hesitated: Should I send flowers to him? But I still wrote what I wanted to say on the card; Dad, I am sorry. Also: I love you.

I took a bunch of flowers and went home. The first thing I saw when I opened the door was my father’s anxious face. When he covered his face, he began to train me: "Where are you going to die? It’s going to rain again, you are still running outside!" My enthusiasm was poured into a basin of ice water. I immediately returned to him: "Where I am going crazy, I don't have to take care of you! I have been doing anything but training from my childhood!" After that, I dropped the bouquet in my hand on the floor.

Although it is morning, but the sky is gray, it seems to be raining. In the sky, the dark clouds gradually gathered, and became thicker and thicker. In a short while, the rain fell. My inner grievances are as raging as the long-awaited rain. I don't know if it is rain or tears. It gathers on my face and gradually mixes into one. The big tree in the distance shook slightly in the wind and seemed to feel sympathy for me. My tears were even more fierce...

Thinking of his roar to me, I suddenly found that the distance between us is farther than I thought, as if it was tens of thousands of light years...

At this time, a person was rushed out of the layer of rain, and the man rushed straight to me, a mother! Although I am very happy, I am still a little disappointed. I can’t help but wonder: What am I disappointed with?

Mother tilted the majority of the umbrella on me and spoke of the past: "The tea bottle is broken, your dad is not blaming you for breaking the tea bottle. It is strange that you don't know how to protect yourself. After you lie in the hospital, He smoked more than 20 cigarettes in a row. After you just went out, he carefully picked up the bunch of flowers and felt distressed for a long time. You know, he is a dull person, he actually loves you very much, but he does not know how to express. When you haven't arrived home today, he is still going to pick you up, and he laughs sillyly and says: I still pick up my daughter for the first time. Your father, actually cares about you. Just, when your dad saw it, he saw it... That card, he was really touched. He worked on the construction site, the boss did not give money, he took more than 20 workers to ask for money, was beaten to death, he also smiled at me: "This time You can buy milk powder for Huihui. He never cried. When he saw the card, he cried. He said that I didn't know when you became rebellious and sensitive; he became irritable and irritable. Your dad really cares about you." My mother hasn't finished talking yet. I have been crying. Is it always that I am wrong? I misunderstood the emotions in the slap?

I took my mother and asked, "Dad?" He just rushed out to find you. You brought this to him. He just went out without an umbrella. Mom said she took an umbrella out of the bag.

I was blindly searching in the rain, and suddenly there was a colic in my stomach: Damn, the stomach was guilty again. I was so painful that I was lying on the ground, and I was unable to open the umbrella. I let the raindrops of the beans hit me. Suddenly, I felt that the rain was a lot smaller. Looking up, my father was blocking the rain for me, and he recovered. His consistent temper: "Do you have a stomach ailment? I said so many times to let you take medicine. You don't listen, every time it hurts, it looks pale..." "Dad" I couldn't help interrupting my father. Roar. "I'm sorry," I clearly saw tears flashing in my father's eyes. "And, I love you." When I feel very simple on weekdays, I feel that I am very heavy.

Dad’s tears finally fell. He held my hand tightly and his lips trembled and wanted to say something. At this time, my stomach hurts much better. The rain stopped, the dark clouds also dispersed, the sun was very bright, and there was a looming rainbow hanging on the side. My mood is suddenly clear.

His words finally came out; Huihui, I love you too!

Dad, do you know that I hope that the year will be said to me for many years.

Suddenly, I realized my father's love. Father love does not want motherly love as gentle as water, father love is only as strong as the mountain; father love does not have the mother's love, the father loves only the voice blame; father love is not like the mother's love. Fatherly love is only heavy. Maternal love is a song that makes people feel comfortable; fatherly love is a book that makes people feel shocked.

Fatherly love is the unspeakable love.

When you understand the father's love, you understand how deep he loves. He will care for you and support you in places you can't see.

There are many unexpected surprises in a person's life, and my surprise is: I feel the father's love.

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The second day: Wen Yanghui