Wet tear marks

Why, the tear marks of this cognac are moist? The fate is the face of the father who is getting old. As my father gradually disappeared into my blurred vision, I could not help but sigh: "Look at your back, tears in your heart."

--Inscription

Although my home is not too poor, it is not rich. Most of the economic sources in the family depend on the father, and the father is the pillar of the family. The burden of the family was also provoked by the father resolutely and smoothly. However, he was eroded by the hard work of day after day, year after year, and gradually aging. The irony is that when I found out, it was traced back to one night six months ago.

"Mom, what's delicious? It's so fragrant!" I rushed into the kitchen from the hospital, and I saw that my mother was "applying" her wonderful cooking, and at the same time, the table was steaming. Beef. My eyes stared at the plate of beef and kept the green light, and I couldn't help but stick out my claws. Seeing victory, I saw a green flash, and a pair of green chopsticks knocked on my hand. I retreated my hand in a violent reflex, looking at my mother with pity. The mother was unmoved and only said one sentence: "When your father returns." Then continue to fry her dishes, and the dishes will be full of spices. I slowly walked out, and the night sky outside was already full of dazzling stars. I stared at the starry sky. Soon, my eyes were blurred. I saw a painting made up of stars. Dad was laughing at me.

"Hey." A burst of the door knocked my thoughts. I was a glimpse first, then I looked back and saw a dirty man. I walked over to him and took his rough big hand and said, "Dad, go wash, eat." He smiled and touched my head, then walked to the bathroom. I looked down at my father's hand and seemed to still feel the thick old man on the palm of my father.

I was standing in the same place, my brow was locked and looking at the hand. I don't know when my father came out of the bathroom. Although he was replaced with a white shirt, he still felt the embarrassment of his face. He saw me staying there, and quickly walked over and pushed me and asked, "What happened?" I was shocked and then panicked and said, "Nothing, come in and eat."

The family was quietly eating rice around the dinner table. I kept feeding the beef in my mouth and eating it. And my parents were eating the leftovers last night, and it seems that they still have a taste of it. I inadvertently raised my head and saw a few silver hairs on my father's head. The white hairs were particularly eye-catching under the tungsten light, and the wrinkles in the corners of the eyes seemed to cry silently. I know that it is because of me, it is for this family! I dropped the head of this "highly proud", quietly licking the bowl of salty rice, chewing a large piece of beef, but it was tasteless.

I have to sleep again, and my father’s old face always appears. The dream came again, only to see the father's busy figure, the nose is sour, the drops of crystal will fall. Although I tried my best to restrain it, it still did not help. In the end, "Oh..."

Third day: Zhang Zheng