Calling for a late love

The stream is "叮咚", it is rogue; the bird is "喳喳", it is singing; the leaf "沙沙" is swinging, they all sing a song of their own, evoking the attachment of the wish.

Regardless of the replacement of spring, summer, autumn and winter, regardless of the storm, I have been waiting, but can not wait for that late love. When I was young, I envied that I could, like other students, take my parents’ hands to go for a walk in the park. I was eager to ride on my dad’s shoulder as a “saddle” when I was young. I hope that my father would be like everyone else when I was young. I can attend my birthday on time. Since childhood, I have been feeling since I was a child. I have been waiting since I was a child.

It was a morning of the wind and the sun, the flowers exuded a rich aroma, and the trees beat them lightly. However, this beauty is coming to an end soon - the sky is rolling over the clouds, and the raindrops are like naughty dolls jumping down, with the biting cold wind coming. "Come on, the rain is getting bigger." A tall figure, under the raincoat, shouted to my classmate, his daughter with a thick voice. Seeing, she jumped into the car, grabbed her father's waist, disappeared in the rain, leaving behind the hidden car marks.

Recalling this scene, my heart is not a bleak feeling. Although, I was able to return home under the protection of my mother. But I hope that I can feel the temperature of my father like her, and accept the caress of my father.

I remember when I was ten years old, my birthday happened to be my cousin’s birthday. The neon lights are bright, and in the sigh of joy, the aunt brings a delicate and gorgeous gift from the field. We are all very happy. Therefore, I am also looking forward to the next birthday, my father will be on schedule. Until the next day, my friends and family gathered in the courtyard with a smile and a gift. I was delighted, but I was a little anxious, because in the few calls to my father, I only returned "may not go." At that time, the heart that was boiling in joy immediately frozen. Until the end, my father never came, I just looked forward to the cake.

I don’t know how, I always cry in the bed, I am always waiting, I am looking forward to, Dad can protect his own children like other fathers; I can be liked by other fathers. I don't always understand why Dad is so busy at work, so I don't allow a little time for me.

However, I still believe that Dad loves me because it can be revealed in his unspoken eyes. Therefore, I call for that late love and hope that it will come soon...

The third day of the second middle school in Zhangzhou, Fujian Province: Xu Shuzheng