I want to love you all the time, Mom and Dad - I feel that "Father loves mountains, mother loves water"

Like every child, my childhood came from the tangles of honey and whip. As the youngest member of the family, being oppressed and being pampered is inevitable. The life of honor and disgrace often makes me feel the illusion of seeing the king in heaven. I was still ignorant at the time, and I was crying after being beaten. I don’t understand why my mother was also red-eyed and tears in her eyes. In short, my heart was unbalanced and I was stunned: You said that you are again Nothing to rush to cry with me. Only when the most fat chicken legs are exclusive to me, I feel that my mother loves me.

As I gradually noticed, when my mother was hurt in my heart when I was beaten, my childhood years also disappeared into an unknown dream in a certain summer.

Then, when I grew up, my family began to get into a quarrel. My father always smoked one after another, and my mother shed tears in silence. My family was diluted in such a time.

After that, I read this book, "Father loves the mountain, mother loves the water." Looking at the adult's long-lost memory, but it is vivid and affectionate, I remembered the parents who accompanied me. Through this book, I feel the deep affection and deep embarrassment.

"Look at what you are doing every day? If you don't study well, you know how to play." Mom yelled at me. What my mother said is actually a mobile phone in my hand.

I know how I explain it in vain, so I choose to be silent. But who knows that because of this silence, the family war broke out.

"Speak. All day long, always play, say that you become a nerd and become dumb." Mom said with anger.

I can't help it anymore, raising my voice. "No. I didn't play. When I just picked it up, I lost power."

"Hey. It will talk back, it will lie, I just rushed to the electricity last night, there is no electricity tonight, but you have no electricity when you take it. Who is it?" Mom stared at me.

"I didn't lie to you, I really didn't play, I was just writing homework. How can you think like this." I said with a cry.

"I only said that when you say a few words, you cry, cry, cry, you know crying, what do you do besides crying? Now I still learn to lie to me, you said how I raised your daughter," said the mother loudly. .

Dad heard our quarrel and pushed the door and walked in. After listening to my mother’s story, I angered me “I’m not good at reading, but I’ve learned to talk back to your mom. How do you say hello to me?”

The accusation kept ringing in my ear, and the tears of grievances finally came out. "How do you have to think like this? Isn't it a mobile phone with no electricity? As for pulling out so many things? And, it's not that I have no electricity. How can you not be indiscriminate?"

I, my father, and my mother have been deadlocked like this.

For so many years, I have always thought that I have learned to disguise, I have been faint of affection, but the fact tells me that I am wrong, I am as eager to be loved as everyone else. Tears, this night tells me about my despair

Slowly, crying tired, I went to sleep.

Suddenly, a cold wind blew me, I couldn’t help but shudder, slowly open my eyes, look out the window, the night is deep, and there are countless stars squinting on the black screen, and I It is not pleasing.

Just as I was about to go to sleep again, I accidentally heard the conversations of my parents in the living room. The voice was not too big and just passed into my ears.

"I just checked the phone and found that there was a fault, and it was always charged." "So we are not kidding today?" "Yeah." "Hey! What can I do?" "I see it today." When she took her mobile phone, she was afraid that she would contact bad information, and she would be jealous when she was in a hurry. Hey! I also regret that I was anxious at her. Hey, forget the window, and blow such a big wind. Hey, the child is so angry. Entering the room, certainly not closing the window."

Then she must be blown by the wind now, let me go and have a look. "Well, go, don't let your child freeze." ”

When the voice just fell, I heard a series of rushing footsteps coming and going, getting closer and closer, I quickly lie down and quilt over the top.

Mother gently opened the door, for fear of awakening me. She hurriedly closed the wide open window and helped me cover the quilt. I went out.

I immediately felt a kind of warmth that I had never had before. I think that my family has always been there, but I have ignored it.

Family, flowing in the blood, because we are a family; family, hiding in anxious waiting, because we are a family; family attached to the pill when handing a cold, because we are a family. Now, my father and mother have propped up a day for us. In the future, maybe I can't give a beautiful house, I can't give them a happy old age, but at least, I will always love you - father and mother.

The different experiences of growing up reflect the same care. In this book, the fatherly love of all ordinary people is so great. The love of parents in the world is actually revealed in one line, one letter, one small thing. Maternal love is a warm coat, always caring for your body; fatherly love is a close-fitting vest, always surrounded your heart. Father love mother love is the two heavy clothes on your body, always around you before and after, whether you are far away from the mountains, or at the end of the sea, the father and mother love are tightly wrapped around you. While reading this book, my heart has been shocked by a long-lost feeling, warm, this is a joy, awkward, moving, blame, glad, sad... These emotions are filled with every gap of my heart. Father loves mountains, mother loves water. This is the deepest and most persistent feeling in the world. It is the most valuable wealth in life. It is the source of our inexhaustible nutrition and motivation. It is a precious bag that we cannot forget to abandon. In our trajectory of growth, this family has a trace that can never be erased. We should cherish these imprints, seize time and opportunity, and send back our true love to our parents who have always loved us with life.

Third day: she still doesn't understand