Today when I want to write about father, I realize that I have no coherent thinking. First strikes me is intermittent memory. I’m always finding any pretexts to put off time, today I’ll sing a song about father’s love.
He isn’t tall enough for sure, but he burdens the whole family with his body. A few years ago, when I was bored, I found some pictures unmeant. Time left the swarthy skin and numerous furrows on his face. These pictures reminded me of other pictures when I was a child, the pictures when he was young. He smiled with puerility, but filled with nice desire of future. Thinking of this, I couldn’t help crying. In my eyes, he could do anything, I can’t believe he would beaten by time. If only I could chop away these years, I will shed the age from his face and hands.
He is a circumspective man for only me. He always forgets many things, but he remembers the hour which I was born, the hour my mother can’t remember. Every year before my birthday, he always reminds me that my birthday is coming. Until I was 15 or so, when I was ill, after the injection, he always put me on his clement shoulder and my pain would offset. But at that time, I took them for granted; now I am aware of how much love he devoted to. I know I have father’s love, it gives me courage to do most anything. Father is my hero. The real heroes of the world are the men who take the time to make a difference in the life of a child. Thanks for being my hero.
Opening up all my pictures in my childhood, it was he who carried me in the arm. Thinking of my childhood, so much is about him rather than mother. At once time, I rushed to a man who wore the same clothes and hugged him and shouted “dad, dad”. When I raised my head, I realized that he was not my father. Every time when he went to the river to halieutics, I always followed him to pick up the fish and shrimp. I love this. Although he is not wealthy, he never makes me feel that I lack something. My childhood is intact and wonderful as others’.
Time marches on, I am growing up, he is old gradually. Now when I go home, I have more own space, I will go out with him no longer and he is not so talkative and prompt. What he always does is when I am watching TV; he comes in and watches TV with me but without any words. I feel I owe him so much, on the Father’s Day in college, I first called him to give him a wish, and I felt his surprise and happiness. In the past twenty years, he has been giving out his love to me, now it is my turn to love him.
There are all kinds of fathers in the world, but he is the best kind. Father, I will accompany you, this is my promise. In the darkest night, I am the street lamps which accompany you. In the unfavorable journey, I am the wings which direct you. In the storms, I am your shelter. I’ll love you till forever comes. |
