All along, I have been looking for an action that can represent my father's love-smoking.
In the eyes of others, my father is like a soldier standing upright in the wind and rain, and my father is a tall pine tree on the edge of a cliff. In short, my father is a man who can hold his head high. However, in my heart, my father is just an old smoker, a real old smoker. His fingers were browned by smoke, but he still kept smoking a cigarette.
Father loves smoking, as always. I don't know why. No matter at home or outside, he has a strong smell of smoke, which makes me unbearable. Especially near the school, the smell of smoke becomes stronger and more unbearable. I am very anxious at this time, because I am worried that my tuition is not enough, and my father is still smoking his cigarette leisurely, as if he is indifferent to my affairs. Seeing him smoking deeply all day and then spitting it out gently, I couldn't wait to kick him out of the house. This situation really makes me want to cry, but I can't bear to hate it. Is this my father? Is this the so-called "indomitable spirit"? He is so great, what can I say?
Nevertheless, I was sent to school on time, which puzzled me. I seem to gradually realize that while he is smoking deeply, he is also thoughtful and silently worried. Recalling the smell of smoke again, I found a faint fragrance; Seeing the smoke shadow again, I felt a lot of sadness hanging over my father.
afterwards
My father sent me to school again. When I left, he didn't say anything, didn't even leave a smile, and turned and left. In the face of such a cold father, I can't understand it, let alone accept it. Suddenly I had an idea to spy on him secretly. Just as he came to the corner, he stopped and turned his head. His affectionate eyes seem to be looking for something. Oh, I wanted to see his son again, but I didn't see him. He turned his head again and I was finally found by him. Finally, a faint smile appeared on his face, as crystal clear as dew in the morning, as short and as rare. From his eyes, I finally found the best thing in the world-selfless love.
Since then, this exquisite movement has penetrated into my memory treasure house. What a touching look back!
Finally, I completely understood: I don't lack fatherly love, what I lack is discovery. The smell of smoke is full of fragrance, and then look back affectionately. At the same time, I also understand father's love: father's love is like a mountain, father's love is like the sea, and under his cold appearance, there is a passionate sense of responsibility and sincere love for his son.
Where is Father's Love today? All in a wisp of smoke, all in the moment of turning back.