On Father’s Day, I write to the man I love!

Written to the one who loves me and the one I love

My father does not have the habit of keeping a diary. If one day you forget everything, let me tell it to you over and over again. , just like the story you told me when I was a child.

Some time ago, I read in The Reader that Li Yan wrote a greeting card for his 45th birthday. The simple text made Li Yapeng deeply moved: "I love you, I will always love you, but If you didn't smoke, I think I would love you a little more. "

Then, Li Yapeng read "Back" by Zhu Ziqing. What a familiar article, each of us learned it in middle school. However, I think everyone in middle school at that time could not understand the deep fatherly love contained in the light words in the article.

When I was admitted to the military academy that year, it was the first time I traveled far away from home, and it was also the first time my father sent me to the station. That year, the station was extremely crowded, but I had grown up, but my father still insisted on helping me carry my luggage. He was no longer as strong as I was when I was a child. In fact, his body became thinner and thinner, and he was even shorter than me. But he took a lot with his left hand and right hand. All the sundries seemed unimportant in his hands. After all, it was nothing compared to the son who was so important in his heart...

At that moment, I seemed to suddenly understand. The back is the back of every father. His hair may have turned gray early, and even if he dyed his hair, it would not be black, but he still has a heart that wants to protect you.

That year when the Wenchuan earthquake occurred, I went to Wenchuan as a volunteer regardless of my mother’s objections. My father said, you are a soldier, this is what you should do! My mother blamed my father for being cruel. Later I found out that my father turned on the TV from morning to night every day and only watched the CCTV news channel! My mobile phone was turned off 24 hours a day, and I held it in my hand when I slept...

When they graduated and were assigned to the army that year, many well-connected senior cadres would transfer their children back to the capital. In fact, with the father’s qualifications, he could definitely provide them. I was looking for a good place, and even my father’s old comrades named me to join the General Staff! I also thought that this matter would definitely fall into place, but unexpectedly, he said on the phone that you must obey the organization's arrangements. As long as you are good enough, gold will shine wherever you go! I hate him a little...

When I went home for the Chinese New Year that year, he, who was always taciturn, took me around to visit relatives and friends. Every time I heard someone say to him, "Old Tao, your son is really promising!" My father was talking about something, but he was happy in his heart and his eyes were full of smiles. When my eyes met, he seemed a little embarrassed and embarrassed!

That year I got married. The night before, my father invited me to drink. I have never been used to being alone with my father. I was a little embarrassed, and my father was also a little embarrassed. It wasn't until he was a little tipsy after three rounds of drinking that he started talking. He said, from today on, you are a man, different from the past. You have your own family. You must shoulder responsibilities, love your wife and children, be prudent in doing things, and learn to think before you act!

That year I had stomach bleeding. I didn’t dare tell my parents, but I still let them know! My father took the train to visit me alone, carrying large and small bags of nutrition in his hands, as well as the eight-treasure porridge he had cooked himself. When he opened it, it was a bit rancid because of the hot weather and the long delay on the road! I complained to him, we all sell these things here, why bother bringing them all the way here? He snorted unhappily. I asked how did you know I was sick? He said he didn’t know until he saw your QQ zone!

That year WeChat became popular. I was a bit of a loser when it came to mobile phones. As long as there was a new model, I couldn’t wait to get it. I basically sent all the obsolete mobile phones home! My father was not very interested in high-tech things like mobile phones, but he was very interested in WeChat, so he took the young neighbor from across the street from our house to learn how to send WeChat.

I can’t remember when every post I posted on WeChat was liked by a man. Later I found out that this man was my dad...

Last year, I became a father myself! My mother came over to take care of our children. Because my father had not retired yet, he had to stay at home. He always wanted to see his grandson in person, but he was too embarrassed to tell me in person! When my son was more than half a year old, I decided to take him back to see him. A month before he heard the news, he found someone to decorate the guest room at home into a children's room...

Today is Father's Day. This morning I posted on WeChat Moments that today is my first Father’s Day! For the first time, in addition to likes, my father also posted a comment. He said: You will definitely be a good father! Instantly, my tears fell down!

In my memory, my father is a man of few words and always very serious in front of me! Although he always smiles in front of others! It has always been difficult for me to understand my father’s harsh discipline on me! Growing up, maybe because he was a soldier himself, whenever I made a mistake, in addition to corporal punishment, I would also be given a written examination! I once asked him during a quarrel with him, am I your biological child? He slapped me in the face, which was his answer...

In fact, my father also doted on me. That was when I was still ignorant. When I was very young, he would let me ride on my horse. Fly on his neck and ride on his back! When I was in kindergarten, he would spend most of his monthly pocket money on buying me shrimp crackers, jelly, and grilled fish fillets. But since I entered elementary school, my father's attitude towards me has changed 180 degrees. ( ) I remember one time I was bullied by a senior kid. Instead of standing up for me, he blamed me for being useless, not like him at all, not a man! When I mentioned that incident to my mother many years later, my mother said that that night my father took a kitchen knife and went to argue with the child’s parents...

I rarely called my parents before, except because I was too busy. I really neglected them and couldn’t think of them! But since I became a father myself and looked at the cute little guy, I suddenly understood what it means to be a parent! I have always called my mother. Maybe most boys communicate more with their mothers, but every time I have a premonition that my father is standing next to my mother. Although he doesn’t say a word, I can still I could feel his presence...

Last year, my father celebrated his birthday, and I didn’t have time to rush back. Later, I saw a message he posted on WeChat, and he said: I’m really afraid of growing old and being with him. The time is getting less and less, because I still have a lot of things to do...

Yes, he is also afraid of getting old, because he is afraid that when he is old, he will no longer be able to take care of me and help me out like when he was young. Even took me into fights. He is afraid that when he gets old, he will no longer be able to rely on me. He was even worried that I wouldn't need his help anymore, because he was afraid that my status in his mind would no longer be that important.

In my memory, he is the man who will never cry out that he is tired, and he is also the man who will always wait for me to go home even if I do something wrong.

I am afraid that one day, my father will really become a shadow and can no longer walk. He will tremble at the door, waiting there for my return. This life is so short, and I'm afraid that you will be old before I can take care of you.

My father does not have the habit of keeping a diary. If one day you forget everything, let me tell it to you over and over again, just like the story you told me when I was a child.

Today is Father’s Day. I know that I, like you, are not good at confessing to the people closest to you in some places. I also know that you will definitely see this article in your circle of friends and read it again and again. Many times, so I want to say to you here: Dad, I love you! Happy holidays!