? Last autumn, my daughter went to college. After work, I learned to write some recreational words and post them in the WeChat circle of friends, which gradually attracted the attention of some relatives and friends. My father also saw it, and sent out big red envelopes again and again to give encouragement. I was a little ashamed, so I quickly shirked it. Dad, come on. This is just a joke. Don't be serious. I'm glad you can see it. If my father replies to me, I dare to send it if you dare to write it. Try it if you don't believe me. Naughty tone like a child.
? Seeing my father happy, I became interested. I revised and sorted out the articles posted on the Internet, put them into newspapers and periodicals, made them into veritable types, and then photographed them and sent them to my father. My father is very happy. He called to ask questions, chatted and sighed with emotion: "If you were a child, you would work hard now ..." His words came to an abrupt end, paused in a relaxed tone and said: "Well, my daughter is good, very good."
? My heart seems to have been hit by a ruler, and it hurts. I know that what my father swallowed back was once eager hope and those helpless disappointments. I also know that if the second half of the sentence is changed by heart, it is to coax me euphemistically for fear of annoying me.
? Father is a serious and rigorous person. As for me, I was lazy and willful, impatient and unwilling to work hard since I was a child. For this, I was beaten by my father. My father was an engineer at first. He had a transparent long and thick drawing ruler, which was my usual tool for beating. Later, I learned Lu Xun's "San Tan Yin Yue", and I also called it a ruler.
? The earliest beating of Otawa was related to my laziness. I will pick up the pencil and draw little people all over the paper, but I just can't finish writing a page of math problems. At this moment, a ruler smacked on his head, and there was a loud noise in his ear: "What are you doing?" ? Dawdle like a pig! "I looked up unconvinced and retorted," Can pigs do math problems? Father was angry. "I told you not to work hard. I told you not to work hard." "So, I only listened to the ruler scraping, and I cried.
? I often get distracted when I do things, and I think about things in my hand. My father drew a good picture, strung the door curtain with colorful plastic pipes, interspersed with different colors to spell out beautiful patterns. I was absent-minded and strung in a mess, which completely failed my father's creativity. Father was in a hurry, cursing and waving a ruler. "I told you not to be serious, I told you not to be serious!" "
? At that time, I was deeply dissatisfied with my father's beating behavior. They are all minor ailments, which do not hinder generosity. How did my father do this? If you play too much, you have a gap with your father. You can try to avoid him. Later, I went to school in other places and strolled on the playground with my classmates during the evening self-study time. I don't know how my father knew about it. I made a long-distance call and scolded him. Words are harsh, and every sentence is like a ruler. I cried and cried thousands of miles away. Since then, my father and I have become more alienated.
It was not until I came back to work after graduation that my father urged me to work hard. I retorted impatiently, "Dad, I have grown up and have my own ideas. If you are your eagles, I will be a lazy little turtle. " Do you still want to hit me with a ruler? The little turtle can never become an eagle again. "My father was speechless for an instant and walked away silently, never answering again.
? Over the years, my father occasionally nags a few words, but obviously, he teaches less and less every year, and I'm afraid I don't like to hear it. I gradually changed my tone, and my parents' authority became a whisper. In the big class of society, those problems that I call small problems, those lazy, not diligent and not serious, have become countless gaps, which cost me a heavy price. I also began to reflect on and miss my father's ruler, the most direct whipping and teaching of my loved ones, and the deep expectation and love behind them.
? However, the father was frightened by his daughter. He became more and more friendly and spoke to me carefully. When he was no longer young, he shouted at me and waved a ruler at me vigorously. My father has changed the way he loves me. Either way, it is like a ruler, bearing the father's full affection and expectation for his daughter, and it will always fall in her heart.