There was an invisible bond between me and my father

When I was a child, my father was the sky, supporting everything I grew up with.

When I was in school, my father was a bank and paid for all my expenses.

When I got married, my father was a preacher and explained my future happiness.

When I had children, my father was an example and taught me how to raise children.

In middle age, my father was worried, draining my energy after work.

Later, my father was missed, and it filled my night and night dreams.

The most expensive car ever sat on the shoulder of the father, the safest place to stay was the embrace of the father, and the most silent love I heard was the care of the father.

Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, and he does not ask for anything in return. Father's love is an obscure, invisible feeling that can only be experienced by those who are attentive.

Three years ago, I went to the police station and cancelled my father's hukou. I was 44 and my father was 80. Today I'm 47 and you're still 80. You sleep, I read!

(At midnight, I was awakened by a dream and dreamed of my father again.) Tossing and turning, having trouble sleeping, write this article. 2021.12.04 AM)