Father. Children
My father is getting older, my children are growing up, I am the father's child, I am the father of the child.
Memories often linger in the past. I think of my father sitting on the edge of the bed when he was ill, his anxious gaze, his anger when he hated iron when his grades were not good, his anger that he hated iron when his work was frustrated, his warm hand on my back when he was sad, his intimate words and hum teachings when he encountered difficulties and troubles in life, and his hard work to bear the life of the family. I know what a deep fatherly love I have. Fatherly love is boundless, and this love is engraved on my heart.
I remember that shortly after I took part in the work, there was a false news that I accidentally fell from a height and was seriously injured and was sent to the hospital for emergency treatment. My father hurried to the hospital, inquired up and down, looked around, and then went to my unit. He saw that I was working in Enron, with a long sigh of relief, and his livid face gradually became ruddy. He didn't say a word. He just walked up to me. Tsai looked carefully and then went back. The figure that is far away often appears in front of my eyes.
When I become a father, when I see the little life around me, a kind of love arises spontaneously, and a sense of responsibility arises from my heart. When I read Zhao Lihong's prose that night, it wrote: the young son fell on the fence on the side of the street. "I think the fence is like a sword piercing into the sky." When he jumped on his son's side, he didn't even dare to look at his son's face. Reading, I have a deep empathy, ah, for a small life that I love, this is a kind of concern that I can't let go, and it is a kind of love that I can never rest assured.
A father's love for his child is like a high mountain and flowing water, falling down wholeheartedly, without any distractions, willingly, with no regrets. At the age of seven, my son was hospitalized with a high fever. I went in and out of the ward anxiously, guarding the child day and night. The child's godless eyes made me uncomfortable, hoping that the child would recover soon. The child leaned against the head of the bed, touched my beard with his small hand, stared for a long time, and saw the doctor come for an injection. He curled his mouth and burst into tears. I hugged the child tightly in my arms, and there was an indescribable pain in my heart. I was willing to let me bear the pain and not let the child suffer like this.
My father loves me, and I love my father; I love my children, and they love me. In the eyes of the father, I am the eternal child; in the eyes of the children, I am the eternal father. This is the way life is. People from generation to generation are happy because of love, enrich because of love, and let survival continue from generation to generation because of mutual love.
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