Dad, thank you.

Today, I saw my father's photo and felt that I had owed a lot to my father. My father had smashed his back and had a lot of scars. White hair, wrinkles, tired cheeks, loose skin... However, still resolute eyes, still firm expression, even tall and stalwart...==Inadvertently, I saw a father and mother from the QQ space of my brother. A group photo, a kind of sadness in my heart suddenly came, my nose is sour and sour, I desperately suppressed the emotions that are about to erupt, but I can't control my love for my father and mother... == When I was young, my father’s hands in the memory were very warm. The dark back of the sun was like a peak. At that time, we still lived on the black land. The custom there was that the mother was doing housework and the father resisted. Shantou cleans up the same color as the skin. Sunrise and sunset. My father is very strict with me. He does not want me to be as good as the land. In my impression, I rarely have a common language with my father. In addition to letting me study hard, my father still studies, because he thinks that being admitted to college is the only choice for me to get out of the countryside. == In the summer of 1992, I got the admission notice of high school. At that time, I didn’t know how happy my father was. Because the whole village had not been admitted to high school for a long time, the notice of bronzing was gratifying but also helpless. . My father didn't smoke very hard, and he didn't have the slightest embarrassment, and he smiled very comfortably. Only a few spikes of white hair are dazzling. The father who seldom asks for a few relatives, but still can't make up the tuition. The father who had no choice, sold the old oxen who did his best. This time my father slammed the smoke. The figure of the father is tall and tall... == Perhaps it is the father’s harsh life circle, perhaps created by the environment, because of love, I have abandoned my studies. I have always been obedient, and I have a verbal confrontation with my father from time to time. The father was a lot older, and the two skeletons on the forehead of the father who had never frowned were very eye-catching. My father didn't understand that his father couldn't think of it. Since then, his father rarely appeared in the gatehouse of the village. == came out to fight for more than 10 years, every time I called, my mother was picking up, and my father was always listening, never talking to me, maybe not forgiving me. In the past few years, I have reported that I am not worried, and my mother told my father that I have achieved something small. And I heard the mother say that the number of fathers who are going out now is obviously increasing, and in front of everyone, how to tell the children how to make a living. As time went by, I married my wife and children, and I had my own life. I thought I had matured a lot, my father’s words were gradually forgotten, and my father’s injury was never forgotten... == Today, I saw my father's photo and felt that I owed a lot to my father. My father had a back injury and a scar. White hair, wrinkles, tired cheeks, loose skin...but still resolute eyes, still firm expression, even tall and stalwart...

Dad, thank you.

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