Finally, I picked up the pen that had been placed for some time, and I got rid of the wandering of writing and felt grateful for Thanksgiving.
The same is true of winter in the north. The yellowish leaves fluttered and reminded people of the change in temperature, and people changed from single clothes to cotton clothes. However, the circle of friends reminded me that winter is not boring, and there are festivals worthy of thanksgiving. This is an "ancient" holiday created by the American people, but it is not limited to this, but also celebrated in Canada. Not to mention its origin and customs, I think everyone can find it.
Speaking of gratitude, I can't find anyone who can talk about having a sense of gratitude! However, I am really confused to the extreme, and I have a benefactor, and I will never take out the statutes to "analyze according to reason", but the father's love that seems to be very shallow and clear, and really has no decoration and seasoning!
My father's shallowness to me is really like a clear spring at a glance. The few aquatic weeds really can't be clouded. However, it is this shallowness and clarity that makes my father look different, different from the mud of others, different from other people's flavors but "endlessly evocative".
"You don't have the lively and kind talk you had when you were a child!"
Aside from the topic of work, this was the result of one of my deepest conversations with my father. He also vividly remembers my lively and kind talk when I was a child, and his brain seems to have the ability of a projector, which can be paused, played back, and even enlarged! And I couldn't help myself—the more I recalled the fragments of my memory, the more vague and unclear I became.
From the memories that have not been very vague since I knew things, I was more respectful of my father, and even a little afraid. I only know that he seems to have great energy, and can always solve things that are difficult for me to solve: toys that were difficult to get for a long time when I was a child; textbook problems that were difficult in elementary school; precious and rare learning video materials in middle school - he learned online shopping for me! All kinds of excessive demands and even willfulness in college will try to satisfy me. Looking back now, this was my father's favor for me, my love for me, but I was only immersed in the joy of fulfilling my wishes, and I couldn't taste the sweetness behind it!
My "conflict" with my father erupted in two things.
Rebellion in high school, ignorance to the point of one's own indulgence: skipping class, surfing the Internet... Finally, after he decided to change the text, the literary art and his father clashed for the first time. What followed was the Cold War, confrontation, letter writing, and even self-assertion. Although the road is impassable and eventually leads to the destination - the difference is only experience and obstacles, but only his own gaze completely ignores his father's feelings. He has no ill will toward me for fear that I will go astray. It's all my willfulness!
The path to study always comes to an end, and with it comes the challenge of making a living.
After the muddled end of college, I am about to find a job, and this is not only a place to receive a salary, but also a future direction. In this matter, I and my father actually got into opposition at one point! Now I am ashamed to talk about the details, only my own rebellious escape and my father's helpless tears of heartache, always reminding me of the great harm I did to my father's heart at that time! It ended with my inability to survive in the field and my father's refusal to give up and my choice of my current job. So far, I finally have no regrets, because this is the best thing my father has planned for me, so that I can live the happiest and most satisfying life in the current situation.
Although I do not recall my father's "back shadow" like Mr. Zhu Ziqing leaving home to study, nor do I like Mr. Lu Xun's premature experience of the cold and warmth of the world and the coldness of the world. However, I had never really experienced my father's warmth and love before. I still live in the warmth, it is my father's back that blocks the wind and frost - but it is really curved than before.
Nowadays, I am more "unscrupulous" than before. Because I finally saw through my father's "shallowness" for me, for my "purity", I will always be a child to him. My father's feelings for me seem to be as pure as a child, and there will always be a real imagination but a fish and water. And I am much worse than my father, I am more like an adult in the water, seemingly swimming but a little difficult.
I admire my father, respect my father, and now I am more grateful to my father. Admire my father's consistent love for my mother; respect my father's consistent love for my grandmother; and be grateful for my father's consistent love for me. After all, I am still poor in words, and I can only thank my great father.