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A Tale of Absence and Love |
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I have been working away from home for a long time, and I have also been
studying away from home for a long time. We have very few chances to meet.
Now, as I sit in front of the computer, I reminisce about the past while
missing my father. I wonder what my father is busy with at this moment. Is
he also thinking about his distant child? Dad, I miss you very much!
Every year, during the approaching Spring Festival, my father returns home
from out of town. The whole family gathers together to have a reunion
dinner, and the taste feels especially good. Throughout the year, this is
the only time we can be at peace and have the whole family together. I will
never forget the moment when my father suddenly appeared in front of me at
the end of last year: his once balding head became even balder, his hair
started to turn white, his steps were unsteady, and each step felt so heavy.
But when he saw me, my father's steps suddenly became light and brisk. I
went up to him and gave him a hug. It had been such a long time since I had
seen him, and my nose suddenly tingled, tears almost streaming down. Father
touched my head and said, "A year has passed, why haven't you grown up?
You're still so short and mischievous!" As he said these words, the smile on
my father's lips lingered.
My father has always been my strong pillar. When I was a child, I was often
frail and sickly, and my father would carry me on his shoulders to see the
doctor. Near our house, there used to be a river without a bridge, and my
father would always carry me on his shoulders to cross it. Drowsily, I would
rest my head on my father's and fall asleep. Back then, my father's
shoulders were both my bridge and my warm bed.
Perhaps because I was touched by love, in my father's eyes and in the eyes
of our neighbors, I was always a well-behaved child. While other children
went out to play, I would stay at home and help my mother with chores.
During the busy harvest season, the edges of the wheat leaves were
particularly sharp, and I would accidentally cut my hands. My mother would
often tell me to rest on the side, but thinking of my father working outside
and seeing my mother drenched in sweat, I couldn't bear to rest. I found joy
in sharing both the good and the bad times with my family, no matter how
hard or tired I was.
During the summer vacation two years ago, my father unexpectedly stayed at
home. I found out that his legs were swollen and in pain, which is why he
had left his work and come home. As soon as my exams were over, I hurriedly
packed my bags and rushed home. But before that, I didn't forget to buy two
bottles of ointment for reducing swelling from the pharmacy. When I arrived
home, I couldn't wait to examine my father's feet, despite the long journey.
Tears welled up in my eyes as I looked at the reddened affected area. Father
touched my head and smiled, saying, "Silly child, I'm fine! Why are you
crying?" Later, I insisted on helping my father apply the ointment. Unable
to resist my determination, he let me help him. I gently wiped the swollen
area on my father's shin and reminisced about the past. When I used to get
injured, my father would gently clean my wounds in the same way. As I
thought about it, my tears flowed once again.
My father is my strong pillar, and I am my father's hope. In the days to
come, I will study hard. |
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Answer |
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The narrator expresses their longing for their father, whom they rarely get
to see due to their own constant work and studies. Sitting at the computer,
they wonder what their father is busy with and if he also misses his distant
child. They cherish the rare moments when the family gathers for the Spring
Festival, savoring the taste of togetherness. Memories of their father
caring for them during childhood flood their mind, from carrying them across
a river to tending to their injuries. The narrator recalls a recent
encounter with their father, where they couldn't help but shed tears of joy.
They express their determination to study hard and make their father proud,
hoping for a day when he can enjoy a comfortable life and proudly say, "I
have an amazing child!" |
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