Sunset flowers again

I remember that the only time I talked back to my father was on a hot evening, and my stubborn character finally obeyed him, which was the reason to change my future destiny.

My father is a man who loves to study the humanities. He likes to read literature books very much. Occasionally, he tells me some historical stories after he is drunk. I always seem to understand but listen carefully. Every time I talk about Liaozhai, I get excited. The storyline is frightening, but I continue to listen with curiosity, always worrying about whether the gods and ghosts live by my side.

Perhaps it is after much experience that I understand what he means by gods and ghosts. Many fragments and stories in his life are always bitter and warm interpretation in the deepest part of my heart, which makes me experience the dignified, beautiful and miserable life again and again.

When I was in high school, my academic performance was very poor. You can tell how many students there are in the class just by looking at my grades. Usually, it is the teacher who asks the parents to go to school and then communicate with each other, but my father has long expected my test results and invited the teacher to my home to explain and guide my study. After the teacher's repeated home visits, my grades began to stand out from the crowd.

Originally, when I graduated from high school, I had an opportunity to go abroad. It is said that going abroad is very promising for my personal development. For this reason, I would like to hear my father's opinion. My father said: I would rather have a twist of dirt in my hometown than love ten thousand taels of gold in another country. One day, you will be just like me. You will give support to all the good ones, and don't forget your roots if you don't go out of the country.

I bowed my head sadly when I was sixteen years old.

Being admitted to university is my only way. I have never traveled far since I was a child. A native-born person is very excited and too reluctant to give up an institution of higher learning thousands of miles away. My mother and family came to see me off, not because I was a college student, but because I was their family. But my father didn't come. I know the customs of our hometown about this matter. Whenever you go out, there is always a person at home.

After a long time, the bare-backed figure finally hobbled out of the sunset. It was my father, with a red envelope in his hand. It was my acceptance letter that I had deliberately left on the table. I think my father should understand why I did it. Even though I had countless reluctance, I looked into those firm and expectant eyes and obeyed him.

I think my father forgave me for contradicting me a long time ago, and he couldn't understand that I couldn't do without him. Later, he insisted on taking me to the railway station before he gave up. However, something unpleasant happened, his fare home was unfortunately lost, and the railway station was dozens of miles away from my home. I could only withdraw money from my living expenses and gave it to my father. In my memory, my father is a man who has never shed tears. But at that moment, I could not help but burst into tears, but my father reproached me that the man did not cry easily. The more he blamed him, the more tears I shed, because no matter whether he was smiling or sad, my father always had deep wrinkles on his forehead.

I am often lost in thought, life is like the circumstances of this train, in the past, if I perform very well, my father will not have any attitude, if I have anything wrong, my father will strictly urge me to study and make progress. That night was my first insomnia, and my heart was unspeakably sour and at a loss. I always recalled what my father told me that he was poor and ambitious, that he was full of spirit, that he was not ugly, and that he was faithful and faithful.

Time is always gone before it is found that it has flowed away very quickly. I am always looking forward to the arrival of summer vacation in my spare time.

Time flies all the year round, and when I get on this familiar train again with satisfactory results, I still remember the past. I can still recall the text of Zhu Ziqing's "figure". The same figure has the same fatherly love, but his father is not as miserable as my father.

For my father, for myself, and for the hometown that once raised me, because I have seen that in that hot sunset, my father has long been waiting for me, but my father, who never weeps, weeps with a smile.

Author: Ma Shi Sanxiao