Family

Mom and Dad:

This is the second time for you to write a pen. For the first time in my life, I feel that there is no text to express my inner feelings. Indeed, you have given me care and encouragement during this long fourteen years. This is a short thousand words to record. Perhaps because of growing up, many things have gradually become clear, and I have learned to worry about people, always worrying about things, feeling bleak, and have learned to have their own opinions. They often quarrel because of disagreement, and they are upset and have no country. The cleverness and innocence of the hour, become unlovable, disobedient, uncompromising... You are all tolerant, just faintly comforting me. "There are ten things in the world, nothing goes wrong, there is nothing to worry about, after all, all Things will pass."...The hard work of countless days and nights is just to make me feel that I am living happily and satisfied. As long as I see my happy smile, you are very happy.

Even so, we will have a day to separate, you will gradually grow old, I will grow up, and you will leave me one day and leave me forever, but always hope that our distance from that day will be forever At the end of time, at the end of the world, at the end of the invisible... There will be one day, I have to leave you, chase my own dreams, live my own life, build my nest, but I will Missing you, that miss will be accompanied by a phone call, a letter, and a long journey back home again and again, gradually becoming a source of sediment in my growing river, a long stream of sand...

In fact, I am a rebellious child? I don't like to talk or like others. I have been talking to me all the time. I don't like the rigid life. I don't like to organize things. I don't like other people to touch my things, and even some hegemony. At that time, Mom is also a strong person. At this point, my mother and I are too similar, so when we are not in sync, you will be very angry, angry and angry, and then ignore me. You never hit me easily, but I am also afraid that you are angry, always I will compromise in the end, make faces in front of you, repent, and then reconcile. Remember the first time you hit me? That day, I and a few classmates went out to play after school. On Friday, with a small amount of homework, I stayed outside and forgot about time. When I got home, it was already half past ten. You frowned, and the body was still a work clothes. I opened my door with anxiety. When I saw me, my eyes were wet immediately. You pulled me into the house and asked me: "What have you done?" I whispered and replied: "I... I played." "You just came back until now, only knowing that you are crazy with others." If you don't like learning at all, you know how to play." You reprimanded me. I was also a fire. I didn’t know why I was getting angry. I yelled, "What happened to me? I played to interfere with you? It’s really feudal." "Interference, you still learn the word, you know how much I have. Worried about you?" You said, and gave me a slap in the face, but at the time, I just felt that the half face was burning. I cried, but I didn't find you crying. Just slammed the door into the room and said: "I hate you!" That time, the only time, I didn't compromise. The Cold War was more than half a month, one day. In the morning, I saw a letter on the desk, a big red apple, and tears came out.

Remember that you wrote in the letter: The more the mother, the mother admitted that it was the mother's fault, the mother was too angry on the day, but the mother really was thinking about your safety, you think, so late, if you are gone, mother should have I’m worried, but it’s all gone, forgive my mother, okay, mom still loves you...

It’s the worry and apology that you’ve told me, so I can’t help but hate myself. Why are you angry? Why are you playing outside for so long? Why are you quarreling with you? Why do you want the Cold War... For a time, the psychological defense line collapsed and life returned to its original point.

Remember "The Father in the Eyes of the Son":

Seven years old: Dad is really amazing, know everything.

Fourteen years old: It seems that sometimes it is not right...

Twenty years old: Dad is a little out of date, his theory and the times are out of place.

Twenty-five years old: The old man is nothing. There is no doubt that it is stale.

Thirty-five years old: If Dad was as sophisticated as I was, he must be a millionaire today...

Forty-five years old: I don't know if it should be discussed with the old man. Maybe he can help me out...

Fifty-five years old: It’s a pity that my father passed away! To be honest, his views are quite brilliant.

Sixty years old: Poor father, you are an omniscient scholar! Unfortunately, I understand that you are too late!

Indeed, sometimes I feel that you are really embarrassed, not at all like the neatness and rigor that the father should have, but only very serious, hiding the feelings of death, it is hard to ponder.

In memory, you always wear a work clothes and are reluctant to buy clothes. At that time, the salary is still very small. You will save the saved money a little. You can’t bear to spend a point, but you are willing to give me a lot of piles. Snacks, I will always remember the old bomber - old air conditioner, when I bought it, I was only three years old, I couldn't breathe in the summer, so I kept squatting to buy air conditioner. You see me always like this, just bite your teeth. Lame, I spent a thousand pieces moving back from the electric city to this air conditioner. It was almost saved from your teeth. In the summers, the heat gradually drifted away from us. The air was refurbished quickly and the life was gradually plentiful. The air conditioner was " laid off", but always Can't forget, every bit of the air conditioner, and those who can't tell the love and touch.

Dad, Mom, always our memory is impossible to transcend our lives. We must also believe that we are a fate when we walk together. It is happiness to go together...

Wen Yingyue, the third grade of the middle school in Changde City, Hunan Province