Write to my parents' book

Dear mother:

Hello!

Write a book, the first one thinks of you. My first cry is yours; my first sentence is your church: everything I give you.

I said that you are the moon, because you are gentle and loving, you default, but the reasons are very different. You said that the moon is the light that reflects the sun. When you say this, you smiled and glanced at Dad. I don't understand: the husband with masculinity; the strict father who always forced me to test the first; the man who blamed me when I was injured. Can it be called the sun? If you can, his light has already burned me, this kind of love I would rather not.

I remember when I was tested, his disappointing eyes, and the mouth that opened but closed. The lurking anger finally broke out. Why do you always force me to take the exam first? Why do you want to impose a desire that you can't achieve? Why are you so cold to me? These words I hate to say to him, is it annoying? Or don't dare. Then the tears in the corner of the eye will be wronged, angry, sad, and dissatisfied. He just said coldly: "Look up, don't cry, my daughter is very strong." Is this a comfort? I thought coldly: Why is your daughter strong? It’s too arrogant.

I have never said this to him. Maybe he thought his daughter was as cheerful as his appearance. He also had a time of reflection. At that time, he always said that he would talk to me, and the content of the conversation was to defend himself and pointed out that I was also wrong. The conversation should be called a fight.

I only said this to you, and I hope you don't tell him, I don't want to bow in front of that man.

Remember the little bear you sent me on my birthday? I really like it. The dad who sent me to school every day clearly saw me staring at the bear in the window several times, but gave me a copy on my birthday; "The Monte Cristo". Hey, the content of the book makes me wonder. Bored, boring, and boring.

You are different from him, you give me support when I am injured; I am happy with me when I am happy; I am comforted by my sorrow. I really love you!

I wish you health and youth forever, and say hello to him on my behalf!

daughter

September 14

two

Dear mother:

Hello!

Are you talking about it? Dad is really heartbroken after blaming me? But hiding the sorrow under the expression, swallowing the hail of smoke?

You said that the bear is what he wants you to buy? Is he between his father's majesty and not able to express his feelings well? In fact, I also know the deep love of my father. But I am also eager for Dad's smile, and he is definitely a thumbs up.

Do you know? On the second day after I sent the letter, Dad took me to the field to sketch. He also told me that he really gave me high hopes. He wanted his daughter to be strong, stronger and even strongest.

At that time, I hurriedly explained that I was very happy. I discovered that I was not so depressed in my imagination. He gave me the restraint and gave me dazzling light.

There seems to be a hint of embarrassment in my heart. In the past ten years, I seem to have grown up in the process of hating him. I ignored the details of the father and the daughter. I looked at him carefully now and found that the white hair had climbed up to his two eyes. His hair was like the leaves of March, and he was dancing in the wind. He is old and he is weak. I grew up, I am strong. I should be happy, isn't it? I am not looking forward to the day when I surpassed him. When the day is over, I am lost. In fact, I love him too.

Please say sorry to him for me. Please remove the hidden white hair for him. Please make a cup of tea for me.

Love your daughter

September 30