The diary of My Dad has a reward

The footsteps of the high school entrance examination are approaching, and the students are desperately studying for the exam, which makes me even more nervous.

But I dare not slack off, even though I am exhausted; I wanted to close my eyes for a moment, but I didn't, even though my eyes were already bloodshot.

I couldn't hold it anymore, and I struggled to lift my eyelids and look out. As far as the eye could see, only the streetlamps stood lonely, emitting a faint light. There was silence all around, it must have been late at night—the chaos of my brain had made it impossible for me to distinguish between day and night, and I studied day and night.

My eyes were so tired and my reaction was sluggish, so I decided to squint for five minutes. But as soon as my head touched the arm resting on the table, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long later, in a trance, a pair of large, calloused hands gently stroked a few locks of hair covering my eyes, and then pushed me: "Child, how can you sleep here?" It's going to catch a cold. "Oh, it turned out to be my father who came home from work at this time of the day.

I didn't fall asleep ......I just feel a little itchy ...... my eyesClosed for a while. "I kept my head down so that my father wouldn't see my bloodshot face.

You're too tired, rest early! If this continues, how can your body withstand it? ”

Oh, I'll go to sleep when I'm done. Dad, you've been busy all day, so let's go to sleep first! ”

The father reluctantly left, and closed the door softly.

But it didn't take long for my door to be pushed open again, and my father brought me a steaming cup of tea: "Drink some hot tea and go to bed!" ”

Well! I took the hot tea, looked at my father's figure as he turned away, and nodded deeply.

At this time, my father's words that often came to my mouth suddenly echoed in my ears: "Son, don't worry, Dad works hard to earn money, no matter what, he will provide for you to go to school." ”

Holding the hot tea in my hand, I felt the temperature of the hot air and the aroma of the tea, chewing on my father's intimate care and comforting words, and my tears could not help but flow.

The hot tea in the cup is light and fragrant, but when it melts into the father's love, it feels extraordinarily fragrant.

Drinking this strong tea that is infused with my father's love, how could I disappoint my father?

You don't even know your own dad and reward?

I'm sorry I can't help you...

Let's take a good look at Dad!!

There are all kinds of warmth in the world, I have felt the warmth of mother's love since I was a child, and my grandmother and grandfather's love for me have never felt the warmth of my father's love, I only know that my father is a person who is strict with me. Dad used to be a private teacher who spread knowledge and love, but because he didn't catch the "last train", he was "laid off" at home and became a farmer. Dad's long and dense hair has a few natural curls, there are a few wrinkles on his face, ** dark, Dad's hands are very rough, and there are thick calluses in the palms, I'm afraid it will be difficult for needles to pierce it.

I'm afraid this is because Dad has worked too hard in the past few years! Dad always wore a washed and faded dress all year round. When I asked him why he didn't buy new clothes, he always didn't answer, and smiled indifferently, he probably didn't know the word "fashionable" in his life.

But one thing not long after the start of this semester made me feel the warmth of my father's love. It was Thursday, my bike broke down after school, and when I got home, my dad didn't fix it after working in the middle of the night, and on Friday morning my dad apologetically sent me to the side of the road and let me run to school with my classmates. That day, my dad had a busy morning fixing my bike and sending me to school, and he left it at the back of the classroom so as not to disturb my class, which I didn't know.

When I came home from school, I was walking alone on the road, and the north wind annoyed anyone, whirring and blowing, and the snowflakes also came out to join in the fun, falling all over the sky, and I had difficulty walking. The snowflakes may have blown the wind and drilled into me. "Dad is so boring, he can't even fix a bicycle in the middle of the night, but he encounters such a ghost weather", I muttered to myself.

I struggled to go home, and when my father saw me coming back, he hurriedly greeted me, "Is it cold?" Are you hungry? "I asked a long list of questions, and then asked:

Biked? I was surprised and said angrily, "What car?"

Have you repaired the car? "Dad told me about the car. Because it's a weekend, you can't get your car back.

I had to go with my dad to get it. When I left the village, my father was afraid that I would get frostbite, so he forced me to go home, and he went by himself. I waited anxiously at home, it was getting dark, the wind was stronger, and the snow was getting denser.

The middle school is enough from our village.

Five or six kilometers away, Dad's eyes are not very good, "How can Dad come back"? I couldn't sit still anymore and rushed out of the house to meet my father. At the corner of the village elementary school, I saw a figure in the distance, I hope it's my father, I thought.

When I got closer, it was my father, but my father had become a "gray-haired" "Santa Claus". When he saw me, he said gently, "It's so dark, why are you coming out?"

Seeing my father being frozen like this, for a moment, a warm current flowed through my heart, my nose was sore, and in the hazy tears, I remembered the scene when my father stood quietly beside me when I was studying, remembered the happy look of my father when I won the award, and remembered the scene when my father asked for a doctor for me on a rainy night when I was sick......I suddenly felt that father's love is no less than mother's love, it is subtle and deep, and can only be experienced with the heart.

The most important thing in writing about people is to be realistic.