A picture of life that can be seen everywhere in daily life. Dad and daughter are traveling together. They are riding a car, laughing and laughing along the way. When climbing a hill, the small wheel is in front and the big wheel is behind. It is conceivable that the daughter rides happily. She was driving, perhaps singing a newly learned nursery rhyme, and behind her, her father's loving gaze followed closely. Later, when they rode to the lake, the father stopped and leaned the car against the tree. At this time, the little girl looked back and found her father standing there, and hurriedly rode back, parked the car there, and asked her father coquettishly. With his arms outstretched, his father leaned down to kiss her and walked to the shore alone. The father looked at the lake, suddenly turned around and ran to the girl, picked up the little girl, looked at it, kissed it, and then reluctantly put down his baby, rowing a boat by himself and gradually disappearing from the girl's field of vision.
Without the big wheels, the small wheels struggled to climb the slopes. Without the big wheels, the small wheels looked a little lonely. Without the big wheels, there was only a car mark left when turning back. It will be windy, it will rain, and there will be leaves.
Later, I had friends, a lover, a family, and a baby of my own. Just passing there, I still miss it, and I look forward to being able to make a small wheel again and ride forward carefree.
Later, gradually, when I looked back, only my own wheel marks were left. Standing by the lake, suddenly not far away, my father was on the boat, waving and smiling.
Until one day, thick snow accumulated on the lake, walking down step by step, some breathing, the snow gradually submerged the body. Suddenly I found that my father's boat was there, I walked in gently, and lay in it, as if I was lying in the warm embrace.
Later, I found that my father was standing not far away, and then I ran hard and hugged deeply.
8 minutes, every second moved me, but at the beginning of the short story, the father and daughter ride together, the small wheel in front, the big wheel in the back, but it hit me suddenly at the moment I saw it.
Who is it, who will be behind you so quietly and silently, you can see it when you turn around.
Who still remembers who was behind when he staggered and learned to walk as a child.
Who still remembers, who was wronged outside when he grew up, who always opened his arms for us behind him.
Behind the love, love quietly.
When we are intoxicated by the beautiful scenery in front of us, who will remember that there is always someone behind us who loves us quietly. It took too long after turning back. They always open their arms for us with a smile, not too tired, not too annoying.
Who has been loving us quietly and silently, for so long, since before we breathed the first breath of this world, and never stopped.
At the end of the short story, the girl sees the process of her father running hard, and the girl is getting younger, but it does not let the girl return to the age of separation from her father, but returns to the time of youth. This age is just right, we are no longer naughty or rebellious, we begin to feel distressed about the embrace behind us, we also want to shelter them from the wind and rain, and we also want to spread our arms to embrace this warm embrace.
Turn around, look back, look at the arms behind me.
Eight winters ago, my father and I flew to Xinjiang to reunite with my mother and celebrate the New Year together. The night before New Year's Eve, I had a fight with my father (I can't remember exactly what happened). On New Year's Eve, I was stubborn and I was still angry, so I didn't go to the supermarket with my parents. I watched TV in the house alone. Dad went straight to the kitchen to work. Mom came to me with a bag full of snacks and two bottles of apple juice in her hand. I didn’t like to drink since I was a child, and I asked my mother why I bought apple juice. Say, your dad said you like apple juice. At this time, I suddenly remembered that on the plane, the flight attendant asked me what drink I wanted, and I casually said apple juice, and my dad who was sitting next to me remembered it. At that moment, I was suddenly very sad.
The night before the summer vacation this year, when my father was lying on the bed preparing to go to bed, he called me into his house and asked me if I had anything to eat or buy, and then said a bunch of my favorite things. , asked me if I wanted to eat again before I left. Ask yourself, I must not be able to name so many of my dad's favorite foods.
My father is a careless person, but he is so careful with me that he even remembers my favorite snacks; my father is very busy with work and usually rarely comes home, but whenever I come home for vacation, my father will come home to accompany me whenever he can spare time. I, even though I had to get up early the next day, would chat with me late and talk a lot with me.
Dad promised to take me to Qinghai Lake to play, but for various reasons it never came true. When there was still a week to go in the summer vacation, my father said that he would take me there. Although I kept saying no, it would be the same again next year. But my father still insisted on taking me there, in order to fulfill my many years of wish. We got up early that day, and when we passed the monuments along the way, my father would tell me stories from a long, long time ago. At the end of August, it was a little cold by the Qinghai Lake, and the rapeseed flowers were all gone, but I thought it was a beautiful day. On the way back, I fell asleep in a trance in the car. My father stopped the car and covered me with him. clothes, and then drove on by myself. I knew my father must be very tired.
Many people around me say that I have a love affair with my father. In fact, the true love of my father is an emotion of loving my father and disliking my mother, and jealous of my mother's possession of my father's love. And as much as I love my father, I also love my mother. The way a mother loves me is direct and explicit, which is the characteristic of women expressing their emotions; while the father's love is implicit and deep. A father's love for his daughter is the first and most direct girl's love for another creature from another planet. know.
Some people say that the daughter is the lover of her father in her previous life. She is very fortunate that she met her father in her previous life, and that she is the most distressed daughter of her father in this life.
Dad, thank you, thank you for always standing behind me so I can see you when I look back.
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