Growing up with my father - June 2019

Love is silent, illuminating the sky; love is speechless, nourishing the heart. I really want to keep a moment and keep your face. Your growing revelation, such as the waters of the river, has made me inexhaustible. ----Inscription

Grow into a mountain

When I was a child, I often leaned back against my father and sat on the grass, feeling the wind slid through my side. Looking at the sky, my father had some stiff faces, and occasionally a smile appeared. Relying on the father's back, there is always a feeling of peace of mind.

My father is a mountain. For me, sheltering the whole family from the wind and rain. I have long been used to taking everything myself. I never thought that I would get rid of myself one day.

A man should be like a mountain, to take responsibility and bear. My father said this to me.

Nowadays, the straight waist of the past year has been slightly curved, and the dense black hair will fall like leaves.

Dad is old,

Dad, now it’s my turn to be your mountain. I told myself this way.

Grow into a bridge

The old home is on the riverside, and there are bridges between the two sides.

When I was a child, I often took my father, shuttled between the bridges, and stepped on a solid pier. I watched the rivers of the monks pat the river and listened to the sound of flowing water. At the foot is the thick pier, standing on the bridge, can not help but give birth to gratitude.

Father is a bold person, there are not many words, but the words must be done, the temper is lazy, but what is done is the pursuit of perfection. In memory, the father is not asking for help. Anyone who has something to ask for help from his father has never seen his father refuse.

Men should be like a bridge to help others overcome difficulties. My father said this to me.

Since then, I have learned to lend a helping hand when others are confused.

Grow into an eagle

Maybe, my father is busy at work, and I am in the examination room.

June 17 is Father's Day, and after one year is the senior high school entrance examination.

On my fourteenth birthday, my father's hands like sandpaper stuck to my face.

A man should be like an eagle, fight for his dreams! I nodded and tightened my fist.

In this way, I am about to become an eagle.

One year later, the middle school entrance examination is when the young eagle is flying high!

Life is long, long life, abandoned as a hair, leaving behind geometry? The revelation that my father gave me for growth is the wealth that I have benefited all my life.

I really want to say: Dad! I love you! Also, happy holidays!

So let's grow together!

The third day of Tianbao Experimental School in Jiulongpo District, Chongqing: He Aizhou