An anthology of essays --- the true meaning of love

Chinese Language Class of 2002 Shi Fang

After playing like crazy for nine days of vacation, I returned to school only to find that I had not yet completed the teacher's homework. Watching the students smile with their own works in their hands, I was anxious. But I couldn't think of anything to write. It was the teacher's few words in the classroom that woke me up and deeply touched my heart, so I still want to talk about the ordinary but touching topic - father's love, mother's love.

As my teacher said, I had only half a day left for my parents on the nine-day vacation (or half a day for them to take me out on the street to buy supplies) and ate only one meal at home. But I didn't just want to play with my friends and forget my parents, as the teacher said, I was trying to escape.

When I first became sensible, I knew that war always existed between my parents, and finally one day they could no longer stand each other's personalities and habits and decided to divorce. I was just 12 years old, and my young mind was going to suffer so much trauma. Maybe it was because I was impulsive at a young age, maybe it was because I loved the family so much that I protested against them by running away from home and prevented a family tragedy from happening. They haven't mentioned divorce since then, but I know that their lives of sleeping in the same bed and dreaming are really painful. I don't know if my actions are right or wrong for them, for our family.

Although their feelings were not harmonious, their love for me was never diminished. As I grew older and learned more and more, they sent me to a private closed school for four years so as not to distract me from being distracted. I hated them from the moment they sent me to that high "prison," and I naively thought that they had abandoned me for delaying their respective lives before sending me away. So I secretly swore that I would never pay attention to them in the future, and that I would punish their conscience with my silent protest. Every month, when I go home to get my living expenses, I squander it with my friends, I don't want to stay with them for a minute or a second, and I never turn a blind eye to their concern. They watched my academic performance plummet but couldn't do anything about me, afraid of repeating the scenes of years ago running away from home. I also don't understand why the original lively and cute girl became a lonely "outlier", whether it was love or hate that changed me.

Maybe God loved me as a "poor worm" and let me enter a school in Dalian. When I received the notice, I was overjoyed, not glad I had been admitted to college, but glad that I could be farther away from them. The month of entering the university life made me try many new and exciting things, and I began to face my own life again. In my heart, I secretly swore that I would really live without them, and I would live better than them. But this short nine-day vacation corrected my nine-year misunderstanding. I didn't go home for the first eight days of the holiday, I played at my friends' houses all the time, and on the last day I went home to ask them for some living expenses, asked them to book me a morning ticket, and the next morning I got up early in the morning and went to the train station. They wanted to take me to the train station, and I said nothing, and they knew they couldn't screw me, so they didn't insist on going. Maybe it was providential, but when I was about to get on the train, I found that my beloved watch was not with me (it was a reward given to me by my parents when I took the first place in my freshman year of high school). Just when I was overwhelmed, I saw my parents running towards me in the rain, helping each other and sliding and sliding. Maybe they forgot to bring their umbrellas when they went out, they were all soaked and ran breathlessly to get their watches to me. I don't know if it was rain or tears that kept sliding down the corners of my eyes. Dad touched my head and choked up and said to me, "Fang, forgive my parents!" We know that over the years, your heart is not good, and you have suffered a lot of grievances. That's all the confusion of my parents before, will our family live a good life in the future? Mom also nodded vigorously with red circles next to her. It was then that I realized that tears were flowing from my face, because it was salty and hot, and it came from the heart. The whistle of the train had sounded, and there seemed to be something heavy in my throat, and I didn't have time to say anything before I turned around and got on the train, watching the two figures on the platform getting farther and farther away from me...

I don't know why I know that I still love them and have forgiven them, but why didn't I say a word? Although the teacher only said a few ordinary words in class today, it made me feel a pain that tore my heart and lungs. Why do I hate myself for refusing to tell them what I really think?

If there really is a "Moonlight Treasure Box of the Great Sage of Qi Tian" in this world, then I must find it and let the time flow back to the scene of the station, I want to say loudly to my parents and fathers: "My daughter has already forgiven you, I love you, I love you forever and ever!" ”