From ancient times to the present, there have been many earth-shattering and eternal romances, and all these are so far away for an ordinary person. In our real life, there is still a lot of real warmth always wrapped around our hearts, bit by bit.
I am a girl who is not good at expressing feelings. /kloc-in 0/7 years, I never sent my father a birthday wish, even a word? Happy birthday, dad? Such words have never been told to him personally. But I never felt guilty, because I thought my father would never care about such a plain sentence. I always tell my father half jokingly that we are friends of gentlemen as light as water. However, I was wrong.
After a week, I went home for my holiday on Saturday. My mother asked me mysteriously, with excitement in her eyes. You sent a message to your father on Monday wishing him a happy birthday, didn't you? Well, how do you know my heart is beating a little fast? It's an understatement. ? When I was having dinner with your dad on Monday night, your dad's cell phone rang and said it was a text message. He froze for half a minute after turning on his mobile phone. I quickly asked, what's the matter? Your father's expression suddenly softened. I haven't seen his gentle expression for years. He held up the phone to show me. ? Mom said that dad is like a child, constantly shuttling around her, his face flushed with happiness and his eyes shining with excitement. He is really happy.
A feeling of flowing water, whispering in the wind. I can imagine my father's reddish face, a man and his father's determined figure, and his father's softness as a lake. At this moment, I feel extremely ashamed. That's just a text message! In the eyes of ordinary people, it is a very humble six words, but my father regards it as the most beautiful birthday present.
Affection, warmth, tenderness, congratulations, care, no big opening and closing, no grandeur, but it is the eternal glory that shines in life like running water. When a simple message becomes the most beautiful gift in the father's eyes, as a child, why not feel grateful and moved?