Look back

Looking back, I saw my father's figure.

In the twelfth lunar month, the rough north wind was blowing, and today, it was raining again.

After school, I originally wanted to call my father and let him pick me up. Suddenly remembered that before going out in the morning, my father had a stomachache. So I only took out the umbrella and walked home step by step.

The north wind blew my face like a knife, and a raindrop also jumped into my robes, making me tremble. I couldn’t help thinking of my father. If he was, he would let me hide in his raincoat. in. It is a warm place, there is no wind and rain, no cold, only the warmth of the heart and heart, and now...

I couldn't help but look back. Through the raindrops, there were only a few leaves and endless darkness.

Seeing this, my heart can't help but calm down. I hope that my father can appear here! But thinking of my father's body, I am sensible to understand that this is almost impossible.

"Xiaoxiang..." What? Someone called me.

I look back again. what! Then... that is the father. He shuttled through the cold rain, and drove me quickly, regardless of the accumulated water. Those waters seem to be infected by his eagerness and can't help but jump. The lights in front of the car are extraordinarily soft in the endless darkness, like a beam of light in the abyss, giving hope. My heart has been contracted by this light.

I felt unprecedented happiness at that moment, and I forgot to run in the rain, ignoring the splashing of water on the trousers.

"Quickly, put on the coat and put on the raincoat."

His father’s voice was a little hoarse, but he was still full of concern. I put the clothes on obediently. After I finished, I found out that my father's face was waxy. I asked in a panic: "Father, you are fine." "Nothing." The father said while cleaning the back seat of the electric car with a prepared rag.

I was sitting in the car with a restless mood. The silence of my father made my anxiety more.

In the night, my father spit. The mother said with a little blame on the side: "Let me go, you don't listen." The father's voice shook a little: "I - I really can't worry about my son." I lay on the bed and cried.

Looking back, I not only saw my father's figure, but also my father's selfless love. Even if it is cold and chilly, the wind that is released will not stop the love. It is like an umbrella, leaving the haze to yourself, leaving the sun to the children; it is like a candle, leaving the pain to yourself, leaving the light to the children; it is like jade, leaving all the damage to yourself, and the beauty of the beauty Jade left to us.

The third day: Gu Xiang