Love

I feel that I just know my father.

In my vague memory, there is often such a picture in front of me - in the early morning of the late autumn, a thin man walks back and forth in front of the hospital delivery room, his expression is anxious. With a crisp cry, he seemed to be relieved, eagerly opened the door, rushed in, and greeted a new life with surprise - my birth.

Because I was born in the early hours of the morning, Dad hoped that my talent would shine like jade, and gave me a name, Zhou Chenxi. I was born as the center of the family, and I was treated with meticulous care.

After I started to remember, my father left me with kindness and humor. He always takes care of me with great patience: helping me dress, feeding me, making me laugh, but as time goes by, my father’s image in my mind has gradually changed, I think he is getting more and more to me. Rude.

Something made me deeper this view. That day, I took a shower and wore my pajamas to do my homework in the study. My father frowned and came over and handed me a coat. I was stubborn and refused to put it on. My father put it on me, I took it off again, and my father put it on for me again. When I wanted to take it off again, I slammed, my father was on my arm. I slapped and glared at me with a red face. My tears suddenly filled my eyes, and I couldn’t tell the grievances in my heart. I felt that my father no longer loved me.

Since then, I feel that the gap between me and my father is getting deeper and deeper. He no longer loves to tell jokes, the face that is all day long, often thunders for me. I am thinking painfully: What happened to Dad? Was the father who had loved me so much?

But one thing happened recently. I have a new understanding of my father. In the middle of the night, I got up in the bathroom and found the lights in my dad's house still lit. At first glance, my father was sitting in bed reading a book. The next day, I sneaked into my dad's room and saw a lot of first-aid supplementary books on my bed. At that moment, I stopped. I thought that Dad was hiding in the room every night to watch TV. It turned out that he was to tutor me, and he was reviewing it! Now it seems that which one does not reveal the love for me. Dad still cares about me as much as before, but it is stricter to me.

My new understanding of my father has just begun. My relationship with my father has just begun. I am sure that my father must be the former father. I will also try to be a son who will let him have less fun.

First day: chaos