A person who only knows how to take and doesn't know how to return is unhappy, because he can never understand the happiness brought by return. Something happened two years ago that made me realize this.

That day, I came home from school, put down my schoolbag and ran to the kitchen as usual. "Wow, crab! I love it! " I can't help crying. I was about to reach for it when I found a note next to it, which said: I have something to do at work, so I will be back later. This is dad's handwriting. I put on an adult posture and am very sensible. When my father came back, I asked to share food with him. My mother also patted my little brain happily and said, "Peng Zhen is sensible." But an hour passed, and two hours passed. My stomach is hungry. Delicious seafood really makes my mouth water. My eyes glance at the plate from time to time and I think, why doesn't dad come back?

Just when I was in a hurry, the doorbell rang and my father came back. I ran to open the door in three steps. I saw my father's hair disheveled and his face was tired, and his eyelids seemed to be hard to open. As soon as he took off his coat, he leaned back on the sofa. Looking at my father's appearance, I am really distressed. Although he has worked overtime for work these days and has no spare time to accompany me and love me, I admire him very much and am very touched by his persistent spirit in his work. Thinking of these, my heart is intertwined with a beautiful feeling, which makes me unable to restrain my desire to repay my father. I ran to the bathroom and got a hot towel for my father. I walked up to my father and handed it to him and said, "Dad, please wipe your face." Then I brought a pot of hot water to iron my father's feet and relax first. Then I peeled the crab that I had been thinking about for a long time and gave it to my father. I took out a bigger crab from the plate, opened the big shell first, and took the crab yellow out with chopsticks and sent it to my father's mouth. Unexpectedly, one of my little moves made my mother wet her eyes. My father grabbed my hand and stared at me deeply. Those deep eyes are full of endless satisfaction and encouragement. He murmured to me, "My daughter has grown up and is sensible."

At this time, indescribable feelings welled up in my heart. I didn't expect my father to be so happy with a small gesture of concern. My father is so easy to satisfy, even if we pay a little from the heart, it will bring them comfort. My father's generous palm held my hand tightly, and I felt a warm current pouring into my body from my father's generous palm, deeply realizing the happiness brought by the return.

It turns out that reward is also a kind of enjoyment.