Some people say, "Mother gets old inch by inch, while father gets old suddenly." ”
When he was a child, his father was an omnipotent superman, with his broad shoulders, he silently guarded the home and sheltered the family from the wind and rain.
When I grew up, I learned that my father was just flesh and blood. Even if you are bent by life, you are strong enough to carve out a path to hope for your children.
One day, wrinkles crept up the corners of his father's eyes, and a trace of white hair drilled out of his sideburns, looking at his father's faltering back, he suddenly felt that his father was old, as if he had aged in an instant.
Once, my father protected us growing up. Now that my father is old, it is our turn to be his dependency.
On Father's Day, be sure to go home to accompany your father, even if you can't go back, don't forget to say to your father: "Dad, I love you!" ”
In the middle of summer in June, everything is green, and we also ushered in a different kind of warm festival - Father's Day.
Father, what a kind word, fatherly love, what affectionate attachment.
He sheltered us from the wind and rain, showed us the way, held up the clear sky for us, and from the croaking to the time of growing up, this love never went far.
Gorky said: "Father's love is a masterpiece that shocks the heart, and if you understand him, you also read life." ”
So, what does fatherly love look like in your eyes? It is to gently hold your little hand and lead the steady warmth of toddlers; It is to lift you up on your shoulders, that happy moment that is high on top;
It is the back that frequently looks back after sending you to the long-distance train; It's when you're wearing a wedding dress to get married, and he suddenly wet his eyes and is speechless...
We grow up slowly, but the people who love us become old, the thief of the years, unknowingly steals too much, and what it can't steal is the most precious, like the warm memories, like the thick love.
May you read love sooner, and may you learn to cherish it sooner!