Collected memory

Collected memory

Time flies, I have passed two New Years on this land called Weifang. In the New Year, many things have been forgotten in the busy study of school, but one thing still makes me remember, it is on the way back to buy the new year's goods on the morning of the New Year's Day.

"Dad, it's awful, the tricycle has no electricity, what should I do?" Looking at the endless road ahead, I was a little helpless to ask my father. The father in his forties is very tough, and the pit formed by the injury on his left face is a symbol unique to his father.

"Don't worry, you sit, I push behind, you just have to control the direction." Father said to me with a smile.

My father’s smile calmed me a lot, but I hesitated and said, “Would you like me?”

"No, you sit down!" Father refused.

The car started again, albeit at a slow pace. In addition to controlling the direction of the handle, I turned my head from time to time to see my father.

The thick and black messy hair was blown by the wind more pine, the skin of the wheat, the nose, the thick lips, and the depression of the left face. This ordinary face is deeply printed. In my heart.

The father licked this back, and the wide hand gripped the edge of the rear compartment tightly. The snow water was beaten on the father's trousers with mud and water from time to time. The thin layer of sweat on the forehead trembled in the wind, and the mouth was slightly open and visible. The mist lingered at the mouth.

Along the way, we stopped and went, and finally arrived home. The New Year is happy, tired, and even happy. I think no matter how many New Years have passed, this will definitely never be forgotten in my heart.

Third day: the head of the hamster