Looking back, tears

Another Thanksgiving. The concept of Thanksgiving in memory has been blurred, I never care about it, and therefore I have not put it in my heart. It was not until this year that it was awakened by the gratitude of my memory. Occasionally, a few pictures will flash in my mind. What does it look like? It’s the mother, you hold up a big umbrella for raining for the rain; it’s the father who protects the injured person with his arms open; the mother, you put my cold hand in your warm arms; the father, you put the coat on Oh my shoulder.

Mother, once you, is a beautiful girl, the look of the city, the graceful figure, you enjoy the flowery youth and youth, and now you wrinkles creep into the face, The white hair is inadvertently revealed, the delicate hands become rough, and you transform from a dynamic girl to a hard-working mother.

Father, once you, is a handsome guy, handsome face, tall and straight, indulging in your youth and youth; now you, the waist is bent, the back is not straight, The body is not very good, the old style disappeared, the smile on the face disappeared, and there was a bit of bitterness and boredom. Worried and running around for the whole day. You have turned from a youth full of red light to a father who is working hard.

Mother, suddenly remembered that day, because of a little thing to quarrel with you, but also said that you are a bad mother, I know that my brother has never looked after my feelings. Then I slammed the door without coming back. When I came back, I never talked again. One person was bored and slept in the bed. It was dark and the night was quiet, but I was faintly hearing that you were crying in a low voice.

Father, suddenly remembered that day, because the exam did not test well, you were criticized for a moment, and I was so upset that I couldn’t help but slap a slap in the face, cold tears. Passing my face, I didn't talk, just staring at you, my heart filled with resentment, letting tears fall. In the moment of returning to God, I saw that you smoked silently in the corner, but your eyes were full of sadness and distress.

Mother, suddenly remembered that day, after school, there was no one in the classroom, only left me alone, looking at the heavy rain outside the window alone, sighed and watched the students being picked up by their parents one by one. It is a bit disappointing. "It's so helpless, there isn't a place where I can snuggle." This is my inner feeling. I stared out the door, and there was a shadow in the rain. It was you! The heart passed by a hint of joy and touch, and the warmth rushed up. You bent over and braved the heavy rain and came over to me. I shared an umbrella with me. I clearly saw that your half body was ruthlessly drenched by heavy rain. You gave me the whole umbrella.

Father, suddenly remembered that day, the light snow drifted outside the window, the cold weather forced people to fight, the students dressed tightly and hot, although I wore a lot, but because of childhood The body is not good, so it can't resist the cold. The cold wind blew, blowing my body straight and imaginary. When I walked out of the school gate and looked around, I accidentally saw a vague figure, it was you! "How are you here?" I was puzzled. You smiled at me and shook the coat in my hand. The heart was shaking, and the tears filled my eyes. Hold back the tears and keep it from rushing out, biting your lips desperately and walking towards you. I took the coat, and when I turned around, I cried, and the tears could not stop flowing. Back in the class, looking at the envious eyes of the students, I am so happy that I can have such a father.

Father, the highest is not the mountain, but your back; the deepest is not the gully, but your wrinkles; the warmest is not the sun, but your arms. Mother, the farthest is not the horizon, but your waiting; the widest is not the sea, but your fraternity; the hottest is not the fire, but your greetings. Father, your love, stalwart like Qingshan; broad as Jianghai; mother, your love, holy as ice and snow; warm as the sun.

I want to give you the deepest thanks for this Thanksgiving. Thanks to my heart, I can't suppress it. Thank you mother, your pregnancy in October, thank you father, your many years of parenting. Thank you mother, your warmth, thank you father, your strict education. Thank you mother, every meal of yours, thank you father for your solid shoulders. Thank you mother, your warm touch, thank you father, your deepest embarrassment. Thank you mother, you are always worried, thank you father, you give me a warm home.

Nanjing Yuhuatai District, Nanjing, Jiangsu Yuhuatai Middle School, the second day: Wang Qian