Father, you are the sky I love

Father, you are the sky I love

Dear father:

Hello!

Dreaming back at midnight, the soul is dreaming. In the hustle and bustle of the night rain, a familiar figure shuttles through the pattering rain and gradually clears. It is you, father!

How many rainy nights, you are carrying the muddy car and returning home, close to the house, you only wipe the water on your face and smile at us, without any complaints. It is impossible to tell whether the rain or the sweat is flowing on your face. I only remember that the big water drops of the beans are on my heart, melting the ice and turning into tears.

And watch the wind and rain, and touch the cold and heat. You water this happy home with hard and sweet sweat; you care for this home with your powerful arms. Father, you are the day.

You have never been to the school to pick me up, but I know that you must really want to come, but you are always busy. I understand these, I never blame you. I am rarely at home, and it is very difficult to see you at home, only on rainy days, you are rarely going out. So I fell in love with the rain. This home is affecting your smile. Behind your silent efforts, there is always a mountain that can't support you - love.

All said that men are informal, you really do not ask the chores in your home, you and your mother have always been "women, male outside." But you know that I love to eat bamboo shoots, and I go to the bamboo forest with a bamboo basket that you don't have at all. I heard the mother say this, I smiled faintly. Grandma said that the bamboo shoots and the sweaters were dug up by you, which made you angry and funny, but I was full of joy. I understand that no matter how small the bamboo shoots are, they all carry you slowly loving me!

I have forgotten which summer, the little one I cried when I opened your hair, because you had a lot of white hair on your head, I cried and shouted, "Dad is old, Dad is old. Now..." Now, when the adults mentioned this, they still felt "fun."

When you were young, your mother said that you are "juvenile white", and now, you really have those circle rings on your forehead, and the years have also dyed your hair. Although the day and night rushed through a tough heart, it has worn away the youthfulness and vitality of your youth. This is the trace of life.

Father, you never beat me, and you just smile when you are in trouble, but once you decide something, the nine cows will not come back. Do you remember the name of the screen I gave you - the bare ocean, its origins are like this.

Father, you have propped up this home with your hand, you sheltered us from the wind. Whenever you are not worried about your family, your love will let your daughter ask for it, but don't pay anything back. Father, you are the sky I love, you are the harbor of my heart.

"Grateful heart, thank you..."

The daughter kindly called you "Dad," and my daughter sincerely hopes that you will quit smoking. Smoking is bad for your health, you can hear your cough, your daughter is very upset, you are not just you, you still have us! The daughter hopes that the family will always be happy and always together.

I wish you good health and trouble, and you are always happy.

Your daughter: Qiao Yun

June 10, 2019

The third day of Feifeng Junior Middle School in Xixiang County, Shaanxi Province: Qiao Yun