When I was a child, I often took my father's hand and went fishing by the river. Often climb on his father's shoulder and shout for no reason? Riding a horse? Riding a horse? . Although my dad sometimes gets angry and says: This girl is too naughty, come down quickly! ? But every time I am happy to pull my two calves and run twice.

Once, he ran and stopped suddenly, and something crawled down his back warmly. Hey, hey, I'm sorry, I peed all over my dad. The father and the daughter clapped their hands happily, and the unforgettable hut was full of deep affection and love.

Slowly, I grew up. I seldom go fishing with my father, and I don't want to ride a horse. I often learn to be an adult and hide in my attic, hiding my joy, pain, depression and sadness in my heart and locking my deep love for my father in that tightly closed heart.

Seeing his father's white hair slowly appearing on his temples, his always bright eyes became dim. He looked at the youth far away on the runway of life and reluctantly retired at home. He no longer has the tension and noise of this world.

At that time, he was so brave and confident that he led hundreds of thousands of troops to fight bloody battles in the hot land of Yunnan-Guizhou Plateau, and made factories and buildings stand in this barren land where wolves used to haunt. Nowadays, loneliness and loneliness in his later years are bothering him, so that he often doesn't know what to do.

In the past, he was so cheerful and active, shuttling between foreign aid project fairs, making TV in the desert and planting various vegetables from China in the tropical rain forest of Africa. Now, he always doesn't know what to say in the face of suddenly quiet living environment.

How many times, I tried my best to do what my daughter should do for him. What you can see is still a pair of expectant eyes.

How many times have I really wanted to turn my loneliness and efforts back and tell him? Dad, I love you! ? However, a girl's reserve and cowardice blocked it. Finally, I didn't say anything.

1in the summer of 995, I finally received a notice to go abroad. I forced my excitement and nostalgia to come to my father. He was having an intravenous drip in the hospital at that time. He looked at me for a long time with great nostalgia and expectation and said, son, fly when you grow up, but pay more attention to yourself. ?

? Hey, you should also take care! I can't say anything.

With a feeling of unease, I walked out of the door slowly, and my tears kept falling.

Am I leaving? Don't! I can't go like this. I want to go back and explain to his old man that I have suppressed my feelings that have been buried for so many years.

So, I generate from the heart out an eager call:

? Dad, dad. ? Run quickly to the door of the ward.

Dad twisted his head to the bed and waved his wrinkled hand at me. Finally, I didn't say anything.

For three years, that hand, that dusty hand, has always been in my heart! Sapporo!

1998 Summer, I finally returned to China to visit my relatives. I flew to my father's side with how many dreams I missed and how much love I had in three years. Dad's hair is grayer and his eyes are full of joy. The originally quiet life suddenly became warm and active.

It's rare to get together, and before you know it, it's time to board a distant plane again.

The day before I left, my father gently said to me:? You are really like a leaf gently blown by the wind, and you were blown away by the wind before you could talk to us. ? Say that finish, he smiled gently again. That smile contains so much to say, so much helplessness and expectation.

I was at a loss, yes! Three years, countless words and wordless feelings in my heart, when will it be gone forever? Looking at my father's gray hair and weather-beaten face, I finally suppressed the surging tide in my heart and gave my father a deep kiss on the face. Dad, I love you! ?

Dad turned his head to one side and his shoulder twitched. Son, I've been waiting for a long time. I've been waiting for many days. That's the sentence! ?

He turned his head. I didn't see my father's tears. He held me in his arms, but I cried. In my father's arms, I found the feeling of childhood again, which was so happy and comforting.

Without the call of thunder and lightning, without the passion of rivers, love will always be at home, in that place where there is no need for gorgeous, and in that silent feeling forever.

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