A story about waiting and growing.
Under the blue sky and white clouds, a father and daughter rode a bicycle, climbed a steep slope, and came to the bank of the river.
The father parked the bicycle on a tree, and the daughter stood it on the side of the road.
Father got off the embankment and came to the river, where a small boat was parked. He was about to leave by boat, but he couldn't help but go back and hug his daughter, and then rowed away.
The daughter stood by the river and waited. After waiting for a long time, her father did not come back, so she rode away. After that, my daughter would often stare at the river bank.
It's just that on the way, the steep slope became more and more difficult to climb, and the wind blowing on the face became stronger and stronger.
She couldn't even move forward, she had to push to get through the ups and downs of this road, but that person still didn't come back.
Gradually, as she grows up, the girl has friends and lovers, and they accompany the girl along the bank of the river where her father disappeared. Because of the new beginning in life, she is no longer lonely, and no longer so nostalgic. Even if darkness falls, she is no longer alone, and she seems to be less afraid.
Later, when she had her own family and children, she and her family came to the river bank again, watching the child pick up the river water, she stood on the bank, and she missed her father who was gone forever.
One day, a long time has passed.
In the vicissitudes of life, she went down to the shore and saw that the river that once flowed was dry and covered with weeds. Spring and autumn come again, just as the years have taken away her youth.
She pushed the bicycle and walked to the depths of the river bank step by step, just like countless times in the past.
Only this time, she wanted to go into the dry river to find it, so she parked the car on the bank.
However, the car was too old and too old to stand.
After much effort, she simply let the car lie on the ground, just like her father's car back then, it had to be parked under a tree to be stable. She entered carefully into the sandy riverbed, where the grass was already one person high.
As she walked, she saw a boat docked in the middle of the grass, but there was no father figure there. She is getting old, lying in the boat, like returning to her father's arms.
Finally, when she opened her eyes, perhaps at the end of heaven, she saw her father standing in front of him waiting for him, and she ran over.
After crossing the barrier of time, the white hair turned into blue silk, and he came to his father and hugged tightly.
This waiting is like a person's life.
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