Father love is speechless

Spring is coming to autumn, the years are flowing, my father’s face is getting older, my father’s hand is rougher, my father’s thin body is even thinner, and my father’s father always stays with me, I always lie on my father’s loneliness. Sleeping peacefully in my arms, my father carrying me to tell me about my beautiful childhood.

Once upon a time, my father stopped playing with me. I thought my father no longer loved me. He always went out early and went home. I was so eager for my father to recite me again. I miss my father’s warm back and warm palm. That was the time, let us feel the father's father's love again.

I remember that it was a stormy night. I happened to be working night shifts. The branches outside the window were rustled by the wind, the raindrops hit the eaves, the rain grew bigger and bigger, the fear that never had happened to my heart, my sister was not there, I should How come home? I didn’t bring rain gear. This time I’m dead. It’s so dark on such a big rainy day. Looking at the other three or two pairs, I have to look forward to the rain and stop. It’s bigger than 滂沱 I won’t listen! "I knew this before, I took an umbrella, and it was unlucky." I complained in my heart.

Suddenly there was a figure in the rain, scared me, I shouted, "Chou, don't worry, wait for me!" Apparently my father heard my voice, "Don't pretend, coward /" Father shouted, it turned out to be a father! I thought it was a bad person? I quickly rushed into my father's arms, so warm, tears mixed with rain, only salty.

"Dad, this rain, how come you come!" Father said: "The rain is so big, I don't come to you, how do you go this coward?" I laughed, full of happiness, our father and daughter walked together in black In the rain, there was silence in the surroundings. I could only hear the sound of the rain on the ground. My father gave me the raincoat and I wore an umbrella. Although it was summer, it was very cold at night. In order not to let me freeze, my father would Rain, because the rain is too big, the umbrella can't stop the rain, my heart is full of scars, my father's love, no matter where I am, I won't be alone...

I accidentally saw my father's old hands, covered with blue-purple rivers, gully, like chiseled, the cracks on the fingernails stretched all the way to the roots, together, like the tree's annual ring, this When my eyes are wet...

Sichuan Guang'an Oriental Elementary School Grade 5: Liu Siyuan