Hibiscus Three Musketeers
Caption/Datang
Anchor/Lu Lu Editor/Liu Yunuo
If you are assigned an essay, the title requirement is "write an essay about father's love or maternal love, choose one of the two, the topic is self-drafted, and the number of words must not be less than 800 words." What would you want to write first?
I think most people write about motherhood just like I do, because there are so many things that can be written. Mom prepared delicious meals for us every day, did our laundry and mopped the floor without complaint, came to school to deliver umbrellas on rainy days, prepared us warm coats, tied us beautiful pigtails...
Mom's love is visible and tangible, and compared to Dad's implicit love, writing an eight-hundred-word essay on maternal love is a breeze.
When I was a child, I didn't stick to my father, and when I grew up, I left home, and I rared to meet and talk to my father. Every time I play a video, I call my mother, and after the video with my mother, my mother will always say, "Talk to your father." What is there to talk about with a daughter in her twenties and an old father in her fifties? "School" long and short and mother said, the girl's heart and mother to talk, the rest, like a template of dialogue and father said.
"How are you doing at school, are you tired of training?"
"I'm not tired, I'm fine at school."
"Well, then your mother and I will be relieved."
"Well, you should take care of your body at home and come home when I have the New Year." ”
After a brief silence between the two people after saying this template, Dad took the initiative to say, "Then you and your mom say, I'm working", and then the phone was transferred to mom.
I know dad loves the kids and loves me. But I just haven't found the right way to open my father's love, until today's brother plays with my father's mobile phone, let me help him find a photo from the gallery as an avatar, I found out, it turns out, love is here!
When I opened the album, I was surprised to find that my father's album contained my photos, which my father downloaded from my circle of friends one by one.
Another thing that also made me feel very emotional was that day I took the car of an uncle from the same village, he was wearing the summer gymnasium uniform issued by the army, and the joy and pride on his face were colorful.
I had heard my mother say that my uncle's son was a soldier in Tibet, and his son often bought him clothes to become a soldier. Every time I used the excuse of "I don't like people who are not soldiers wearing military uniforms" to prevaricate my mother. By implication, I wouldn't let my dad wear a gym suit too.
But it wasn't until that day, when I saw with my own eyes the pride on my uncle's face, that I knew how stupid my previous actions and words had been. I "explicitly forbade" my parents to publicize that there was a daughter from military school in my family, and I had never bought military supplies for my family for six years. "One person becomes a soldier, the whole family is glorious", but I ruthlessly deprived my parents of their glorious rights.
So I bought my dad two sets of summer workout clothes in the car that day, and later these two sets of clothes became the most common clothes worn by my dad. Mom quipped, "Your dad would love to wear this dress every day."
Where is the clothes worn, it is the pride that Dad can't say. It was the child he had worked hard to raise, the first female soldier in the town for more than a decade, and his honor as a military family member. How could he not like it?
Gradually, I understood that my father's love is a long-term love under silence.
This love seems rough, but it is not. It is consistent in its growth minute by minute, silently guarding the children. In the process of growing up, children feel the sense of security from their fathers and move forward bravely. Father he was like a beacon, sometimes far away, but always when it was necessary to point the way.
I would like to conclude with one of the most tacky and romantic words in the world:
Dad has worked hard, love you!