This is the season when gardenias bloom, and the air is filled with rich fragrance. In the evening, after finishing my homework, I rubbed my sour eyes. I'm so tired. Let's go downstairs!
The night in early summer is still a little cold. I was walking aimlessly when suddenly two familiar figures appeared in front of me. It's mom and dad! These two ...
I followed.
Mom and dad are holding hands, just like a couple in love. I secretly laughed, but I didn't expect mom and dad to have an affair!
"ahhh!" Suddenly, my mother shuddered.
Dad got nervous, took off his coat and quickly put it on his mother. "Oh, it's so cold!" My father tightened my mother's clothes and carefully put the light hair on her forehead behind her head.
"It's okay, it's okay. By the way, it's so cold that the child will catch cold! " Mom is a little anxious.
"When children grow up, they should know how warm and cold they are, and take care of themselves!" Dad said softly, as if he were blaming a child.
My nose is sour, yes, I have grown up, but have I ever cared about my mother like my father?
They continued to walk and suddenly stopped in front of a gardenia tree. Gardenias were blooming one after another, like elves in full bloom at night.
My father stood on tiptoe, took off the branches, tidied up my mother's fine hair, and smiled and gently inserted gardenia into her hair. Her black hair is full of pure flowers, and her mother bows her head slightly like an eighteen-year-old girl. ...
At that moment, my heart was broken. Suddenly I finally understood the warmth of "holding your hand and growing old with your son" and that parents have their own world while working hard for their children. I know how to cherish happiness and give love.
In the season when gardenias are fragrant, I relive the feeling of heartache and think deeply: when I grow up, can I hold my mother with my left hand and hold my father with my right hand, so that a gardenia can grow invincible under the gardenia tree in my life?
Pain loves life.
I am an out-and-out rural child. As long as I can remember, my father has told me many times that rural children are tougher than urban children. For more than ten years, I have grown up in "painful" love.
I don't know if it's God's blessing or other reasons. When I graduated from primary school, I was admitted to a private middle school in the county for free because of my excellent grades.
I still clearly remember that on the day of school, my father rode the old "Phoenix" that accompanied him for more than 20 years and carried the bedding for me. I followed, carrying big bags and small bags, riding all the way. Along the way, the father and the daughter didn't say a word. I know, dad is still in a hurry to go to work. He said that ten dollars would be deducted for absenteeism for half a day.
When I came to the new school, everything seemed so fresh. There were so many people in the school, just like going to the market. Cars, vans and motorcycles are parked at the school gate. Dad leaned his broken "Phoenix" against a small tree, unlocked, carrying a bedroll and walking through the crowd. I followed my father closely for fear of losing him. I was surrounded by adults and had a hard time getting through. Dad helped me find the dormitory and chose a bed by the window. Dad says it's sunny here, it's not wet, and it's warm in winter. As for other comforts, I didn't say a word. I put down my bedroll and turned away. "Dad!" I let out a cry and my father turned around. "What's the matter?" I looked at my father silently, just smiled bitterly, turned around and left again. I held back my tears and made my own bed. Watching other parents help their children clean up their bedding and things, my tears came down, but I wiped them off at once. Dad said that children in rural areas need to be strong.
From now on, every school holiday, I will go home by myself, sometimes by car, sometimes on foot. When I got home, I made my own fire to cook and clean the room, and then I waited for my parents and my brother to come back while reading. This is a habit I have developed for many years and has never changed.
Time flies, and it is three years in a blink of an eye. The mid-term exam is coming today, and I got up at five in the morning. Mom went to work in the factory last night and hasn't come back yet. Dad went to work early. I cook my own rice. After dinner, I go to the examination room by bus. Just as I was about to walk into the entrance of the examination room, a familiar figure suddenly appeared in my field of vision. Never thought, it was dad, who came riding his broken "Phoenix". Suddenly, a feeling of heartache flowed all over the body, tears could not stop, and kept spinning in my eyes. "Dad, why are you here? You are short of more than ten dollars for a day's work! " "No matter how busy the farm work is, I don't trust you to take the exam alone. Come on in, the exam is coming soon. Dad is waiting for you outside. "
Writing here, my tears can't help flowing down again. Dad, don't worry, I will do well in the exam, because you are waiting for me outside. If you entrust me for many years, it will always hurt me. ...