When I was a child, happiness was riding that bike that was wiped clean by my father and showing it off everywhere.
In the memory of childhood, the most common scene is the figure of dad squatting down to clean the car. Every time he comes back by car with his neighbor's children, he will put the car in the middle of the yard. In summer, the sun shines on the car, and the dusty car loses its former light. The basin of water beside the car reflects the sun and seems to evaporate with it soon. At this time, dad took back his right leg and squatted by the car. The rag in your hand is dancing, just like a second hand walking at high speed, dancing with the dust in the air. I've been in that position for a long time. Because my legs were numb, I squatted next to my father. I wiped the sweat from his forehead with my little hand, picked up the water in the basin with my hand and splashed it on my father's face. Father quickly stood up and chased me limping in the yard.
Childhood, happiness is riding a car wiped by my father; Happiness is having a water fight with my father in the yard; Happiness is watching dad crouch there and feeling the deep fatherly love.
When I was in junior high school, happiness was squatting in the yard with my father, wiping my dusty bike.
Every day when I come home from school, my father seems to have become a habit, pushing the car to the middle of the yard and putting the water away. Dad put his hands on his knees and squatted by the car with difficulty. I also squatted down, holding a rag in my hand, thinking about the rag that flew around when I was a child, and wiped it with my father. Now it seems that times have changed, and my father kept changing his posture like I did when I was a child, but I didn't feel anything. I looked down at those trembling legs, as if I saw him, carrying gas tanks and goods, and carrying me to the hospital like a pair of trembling legs. In order to pick me up, he fell heavily in front of me, and his legs were very delicate after the operation, but he still squatted down to clean my car.
When I grow up, happiness means washing the car with my father. Happiness is watching my father squat and thinking about the past. Happiness is feeling the father who grew up.
My father is like a big book without words. I've been watching it since I was a child, and I haven't finished it yet. It's just that every page is full of fatigue and love. Reading has endless power and an indescribable sense of completeness. This thing wrapped by my father's love has been with me since I was a child. Happiness goes hand in hand with fatherly love.
Once upon a time, my father took my little hand through carefree years. Once, my father asked me to stand on my shoulder and see the scenery of the world. Open the palm print, count the years carefully, and inadvertently find that the strong dependence in my heart is gradually dyed white by time. Now, I have grown up, but my father's love is still with me!
In the cold, happiness is accompanied by the warmth of father's love.
The weather was surprisingly cold, and the cabin was crowded with people going home for the New Year, while my father and I could only stand in the narrow space outside the cabin and shake with the ship. When the boat left, I looked at me shivering with cold, and my father's hand loosened the handrail and moved hard in the huge shaking of the boat. When he came to me, my father asked me to put my head on his back. He said, "Dad will shelter you from the wind." My father's hair was messed up by the wind, and I felt his body shaking. Even so, he held me tightly with his already frozen hands for fear that I would fall in the shaking of the ship. I leaned on his back, and the warmth evaporated the surrounding water vapor and turned into two touching tears. ...
In thirst, happiness is accompanied by the care of father's love.
The clock ticked, and I fell asleep in bed after studying in a hurry. Half an hour later, I was awakened. As soon as I walked to the door, I felt how quiet the atmosphere was today. Suddenly, I saw my father holding my kettle gently. I didn't notice the kettle. At that moment, I only saw the dignified and tired body on my father's face, which was so uncoordinated with the light footsteps. I didn't know until I woke up. It turned out that my father was afraid of waking me up and worried that I couldn't stand staying up late. He quietly changed my boiled water into warm ginseng water. My nose is sour, and my tears are fanned by love. ...
Illness is accompanied by happiness and fatherly love.
I got chronic gastroenteritis that year, and I was recuperated by Chinese medicine for more than a month. My father moved a small stool every night and sat in front of the stove to decoct medicine for me. The fire was blazing, reflecting my father's gray hair and wrinkled face. Because of the busy work, my father looked very tired, his forehead wrinkles deepened day by day, and his back was a little wobbly. He kept stirring chopsticks with one hand and rubbing his lower back with the other. I have to stand up from time to time and put my hand on my lower back. The medicine tastes like butterflies, dancing all over the room, which is my father's selfless care. This bitter medicine fragrance, accompanied by dad's love, is meticulous and soft. ...
Life is easy to get old, but youth is hard to stay. Father's love will be fixed on the negative film of the years, and the ordinary and great affection will be interpreted forever and clearly. Happiness goes hand in hand with fatherly love.
Chapter III: Happiness and fatherly love go hand in hand. If a mother's love is like water, then a father loves a mountain. My side is full of eternal fatherly love and warmth.
"Wow" glass crossed the skin and hit the ground with blood. My skin cracked like a sausage mouth. So I was held in the warm arms by my father.
After sewing, I struggled and finally calmed down and had an intravenous drip. At this moment, my father came up quietly and said quietly, "Hao Hao, are you thirsty? Do you want to drink water? " I looked up at my father. His gaunt face was red. I nodded, and my father handed me the water slowly and carefully. As soon as I touched it, the warmth of my fingertips rushed into my heart and warmed my heart. I sipped, and the bright moonlight showed me my father's silver hair. I turned around and wiped the tears from my eyes.
Later, my father asked the boss for leave. He was afraid of waking me up, so he spoke so quietly that he could hear a needle fall. I was moved to think: my father did everything he could for me, and I was really moved to work less for a few days. Finally, he sat next to me, put on his clothes and helped me warm my cold hands with his hot hands. When I take a closer look, my father's dark circles are deeper, his eyes are redder, but his hands are warmer. Dad told me some jokes to ease my pain. I remembered everything my father had done for me and fell asleep in tears.
In the morning, the first ray of sunshine is warm through my window. I saw my sleeping father and left tears of emotion.
What is fatherly love? Some people say that fatherly love is the pillar and indomitable spirit; Some people say that fatherly love is a big umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; And I said that fatherly love is a harbor of happiness and gives me warmth.
My father loves me as much as the endless planets in the universe. My father's love will always be by my side, which makes me very moved. I love my father.
No matter when and where, his father's deep love is always with him, which makes him feel a different kind of happiness.
His family is in a remote rural area, and generations have never read a book. Every morning, his young and strong father rides an old bicycle and carries him on the winding road. When he gets to school, his father will stop and watch him walk into the school quietly. His eyes are full of care and reluctance, and his mouth is blowing with joy and relief. The early morning sunshine wrapped his figure and walked towards the teaching building. He is warm.
The sunshine in the morning is soft and warm, which is the father's love and the eternal temperature of happiness. In this father's love that made him happy, he grew up slowly and was admitted to a good university.
At this time, my father is no longer young and his body is not so flexible, but he still comes to see him from time to time and cooks a lot of delicious food for him. When cooking, my father was careful, gentle and careful, and muttered, "I must cook the best meal for my son." When the father saw his happy eyes and wolfed down his cooking, he always looked very happy. Then he looked at his son quietly, full of love and care, warm as ever, and surrounded him, making him feel the long-lost happiness after leaving his parents again. Because of father's love, food becomes sweeter, because happiness is added!
The smell of food wafts in the room, braving warm smoke, which is the father's love and the eternal fragrance of happiness.
Four years later, he achieved something, and since then, he has gained an extraordinary position.
Later, in a crisis, he changed from a billionaire to a penniless man. Just when he was at a loss, his elderly father came again. Time has aged his father. The dense wrinkles on his face, the slowness of his back and his prominent eyes show the ruthlessness of the years. My father carefully took out a paper bag wrapped in several layers from his pocket and handed it to him. He simply said, "This is the money your mother and I have saved over the years. Come on, son, don't give up. " He slowly took the paper bag, as if he saw his old father in the open field, struggling to hold a hoe and hitting it on the hard land. Sweat slid across his wrinkled face and fell into the loess to be planted. Tears suddenly blurred his eyes, and the paper bag in his hand became heavy in his hand. The paper bag became unusually warm, with the temperature of fatherly love, heavy taste and fatherly love. Father patted him on the shoulder, and his muddy eyes showed firm encouragement and deep concern. Father turned his heart into a warm current, which warmed his heart.
Paper is wrapped in plain kraft paper, thick and thick, which is the eternal simplicity and generosity of father's love.
That father's love accompanied him through the success and failure of life, and let that happiness accompany him all the way.
In our life, happiness is always accompanied by something. It may be accompanied by cold wind or waiting, but it must be accompanied by my father's deep concern and bring us happiness.
Father, let me feel your love quietly and experience the best happiness in the world.
Chapter 5: Happiness and fatherly love go hand in hand. Father's love is a stone, which sparks and lights the extinguished lamp. Father's love is a lamp that leads me to the dawn. Having a father's love is the happiness of our life.
I remember when I was in junior high school, I was discouraged because my grades were not ideal and I couldn't get into a key middle school. In order to give me a good study environment, my father wants to send me to an aristocratic school. However, with our present living standard, how can we afford the high expenses? So my father wants to find two jobs. On the first day of the interview, my father came back very late. I know he must have failed, but my father smiled when he came in. We asked him about looking for a job, and he casually said, "I failed. I will continue to look for it tomorrow." I was suspicious from my father's smiling face and thought with a grain of salt: Can you do it? The next day, my father really found a job, carrying vases for others, and my father used a tricycle to transport them. Seriously, I'm ashamed that my father found this job.
One day after school, I just walked out of the school gate, and my father passed me on a tricycle. In order not to let my classmates joke, I pretended not to know him. Unexpectedly, just as I was quickly avoiding my father, my father's tricycle tripped over the stone in front of me, and the vase on the car was smashed. I saw my father's foot hurt. Passers-by also gathered around, and I vaguely saw my father rubbing his feet and wiping his tears. This is the first time I have seen my father cry. At this time, my heart was sour and I wanted to help my father, but I hesitated. I was afraid that my classmates would cast strange eyes, and I was even more afraid that my classmates would make fun of me ... I didn't help my father. I flew home like a rocket and told my mother. When my mother and I arrived, my father was gone.
At night, with the sound of opening the door, I saw my father's smiling face again. My mother asked me if I was cold and warm, and my father smiled and said, "Nothing." After he left, I muttered, "It's no use!" My mother listened and solemnly said to me, "You can't say that about your father. He has a kind heart. He went to great pains to get you to go to school. You should treat him well in the future. " I nodded my head. For an instant, I had never had a respect for my father, and my eyes were wet. ...
On the day of school, my father saved enough money to help me pay the tuition for junior high school. Yes, my father saved enough money for me to go to an aristocratic school with his tricycle. After receiving the tuition fee my father gave me with his body temperature, I felt extremely happy and tears filled my eyes again. ...
Ah, father. With your love, I will be happy all my life!
Chapter six: Happiness is accompanied by fatherly love. Whenever I walk on the boulevard in the community and recall my father's teachings, I always feel full of charm.
That morning, my father asked me to run. As soon as I stepped out of the house, I was hit by a breeze. The wind smelled of dew and sweet-scented osmanthus, so I couldn't help taking a few breaths and spitting out the polluted air, and my depressed mood suddenly lost a few minutes.
"Just running around in the community!" Dad said, "clench your fist, bend your arm 90 degrees, swing back and forth naturally, and start jogging." . I immediately squared up and followed.
The morning light was dim, and the sunshine at dawn fell happily, touching a sleepy green leaf and scattering it all over the floor. I nibbled at the mottled morning light, and my heart brightened a little.
Twitter!' The birds on the osmanthus branches kept quarreling. "hey!" I roared, and two birds flew away in a panic, but I smiled proudly.
Didn't I say "Heaven rewards diligence"? I worked so hard, why did I only get a few points in the exam? Dad dumped me for more than ten meters, and I quickly stepped up to follow.
"Knock, knock!" In less than half a lap, my breathing pattern gradually lost control and my feet were like sandbags. I had to stop, lean against the billboard on the roadside and say to my father feebly, "I can't run!" " "
"This can't run?" Dad handed me the water bottle later. I quickly opened the bottle cap and swallowed more than half of it, panting like an ox.
"In fact, we should pay attention to the method of running, breathe regularly, breathe through the nose, and swing naturally with your arms open." I nodded, thinking, usually in physical education class, those runners, so that's it.
"There are rules to follow and laws to follow. Learning is the same, just like learning English to remember words. I believe the teacher has taught me the method. But the night before yesterday, if you copied and memorized over and over again, you might get twice the result with half the effort! " Dad speaks softly, but seriously.
I suddenly understood my father's good intention to take me for a morning run.
It is said that father is a book full of philosophy, revealing greatness and integrity between the pages. I also watched Care and Intention this morning. I will not refuse to grow up. I crawled up, clenched my fist, raised my arm, stepped, sniffed, shouted ... and turned around feeling so relaxed. It seems that it is really important to master the essentials.
On the way home, my father and I ran side by side, and I sweated from time to time. The warm golden sunshine shines beautifully on the face, and the birds are chirping, as sweet as pearls and jade falling from the plate.
On the road of growing up, I have fatherly love and lasting charm.