<h1>Fingers of the memory</h1>
| Zhu Mingming Edited | Xiao Yang
There is no better thing in the world than you grew up with me, and I grew old with you. - Caption
original intention
The years have dappled your hair, gray whiskers, one by one, all of which retain the memories of my childhood. I remember when I was a child, you began to tell me that men should aspire to the four directions, and women should be more interested in the world. Since I was a child, you have taught me as a boy, and although I have become a woman on the outside, I have become a strong woman on the road to independence, bravely taking every step forward.
You told me that the past is good, but it is history. Learn to create a better future. Remember that heart-wrenching rainy day? I went to school, it was raining heavily outside, and my little feet stepped into the cold water, and you were in pain. In fact, the school is not far from home, but still stubbornly sent me, when lying on your thick arms, it is really good to be warm on that rainy day. Since then, I have become dependent and no longer have to worry about whether it will rain or not. I think that is not coddling but a father's most equal protection of his child in the time he can accompany.
As the saying goes, a daughter is a father's little cotton jacket, and do you know that from learning to grow up and leave home, you are the only daughter, the daughter's day.
Ever remembered? Every time you leave the house, you drive to each other, and the back of the gradually drifting away is not every time we shed tears from each other, and Er's twist is turned back, afraid of seeing it?
Ever remembered? You told me that women should learn gracefully with their hands up. Because, in this materialistic world, women must not only have talent, but also morality. Talent is talent, virtue is virtue. You told me that society is cruel, and to learn to grow up is to learn to accept. For tomorrow, there is no fear, no scruples, dare to try, dare to challenge, not afraid of setbacks, dare to start. In my heart, you are my mentor in life, my lifelong best friend, and the most loved elder.
Remember when you carried me over the shoulders? How messy is the innocent laughter? A painting there is still faintly in the eye, but you have already grayed your hair, your strong bones, and I have begun to learn to think, and I have tears.
Father's love is like a mountain, deep is the basis of my spirit, a solid arm.
The watchtower of the station
Ever remembered? You said that every time we go home is your happiest moment, and you don't have to wait at the station a few hours in advance. Time is like a long day, and you are still smiling like a flower, have you long ignored the pain of dust and bugs entering your eyes and disturbing your cheeks? At this point, I was sad and began to burst into tears in the corners of my eyes.
Do you know that I am an allergy-prone physique, and all contraindicated food spices are banned every time I go home? Do you also have to prepare my favorite food and the bed quilt with the smell of daylight in advance so that you can sleep well at night to relieve the tiredness?
Twenty years later, silently, the corners of your eyes have been wrinkled, and unconsciously your sideburns have whitened your black hair, and you have bent the person who could once carry me over the shoulders with one hand. And you say that time flies, and dreams are soft. Bloom the flowers of the years, set out for the dream, insist on becoming the ultimate strong man for the dream, and not be afraid of the deep and shallow time. In fact, I know that every time you pass on the family's voice to each other, you are always compromising in your busyness, and you don't have too much extravagance, but only seek to watch quietly and pray for our well-being in this world.
Letterhead in the rucksack
Every time you are in a bad mood and a lonely mood, I always want to listen to your advice when I open your letterhead to my daughter. It's like taking over your confidence, and your voice is still swirling in front of you. Then no longer wandering and falling, striding forward, smiling, every letter in the backpack is your courage in my backpack, even if every word is an encouragement to my life.
Nearly ten years away from home, I always say habits and don't want to go home. In fact, every homesickness is a replay of the illusion in the dream, with a loving face and smiling eyes bursting out of the sky of thought.
I know very well that I am the little princess in the palm of your hand.
Blessed daughter, blessed with you, grateful for twenty years of careful offerings and teachings. Now, you give me the blueprint on the brush drawing, and I haven't finished it all. And for that pair of wings that scratch my heart, I have hope, and I am no longer confused on the road of time.
thanksgiving
You often say that the way of heaven rewards diligence and the virtue of carrying goods. I learned to chase diligence and walk alone in the world. Even if you listen to a piece of music, there is a self-improvement force in it, and this is the pace I chase.
Long red dust, woman, su xin, coarse tea, mulberry ma, wandering the world. Where the family cloth, wooden hairpin hair. In life, may you be your own sunshine and learn to nourish yourself on the way to growth.
Daughter has nothing to be proud of, and nothing to be proud of. But this Father's Day, my daughter still has nothing to give you. I can only hold the pen in my hand, concentrate on painting feelings, and write down the non-stop memories you have given me for twenty years. Turn everything into strength, devote yourself to the cause, just to give you a stable place in your old age. Do your best, and that's what I can promise.
If fatherly love is a poem, I hope that the poem has not been exhausted.
If fatherly love is a mountain, I pray that the mountain will not dry up.
In your story, we are the protagonists, but in your memory we are the ultimate beneficiaries of your pain and happiness.
I love my Father, and I have my Father by my side, and they are all beautiful.
Happy Holidays 2017 and Pray for Well - 2017061719:36
This article is authorized by the author's original author, and reproduction without permission is strictly prohibited
Author: Zhu Mingming, snow as skin jade, the author is from the beautiful Anhui Suzhou, the hometown of China's pear capital. If the world is not a perfect dowry, then let excellence become a habit! Woman, you have to remember that the harder you work, the luckier you get! 2017061809:32