When I was a child, my father was the motionless mountain peak with a clear sky and a bright future. When I was in storm warning, the mighty mountain peak immediately turned into a terrible volcano, and the volcanic magma ejected from the mountain pass would devour the whole world.
When I was a child, my father was a white cloud in the sky that day, far away and out of reach. Whenever I miss him, the rain will float in my heart. My father works in other places all the year round and will come to see us after the Spring Festival. I am looking forward to the candy he brought us, and I am more eager to feel my father's kiss on my face. He often holds my little feet in the warm bed and gently tells his mother what we don't understand.
In middle school, my father was more like a lighthouse. He opened a window to the world for me. He often tells us what is happening outside, and I won't feel tired if I talk for a few days and nights. He often tells us that knowledge is power, without culture, it is his lifelong regret, knowledge is wealth, and knowledge is a favorable weapon to change fate! My father never said, I'll do whatever you want. He always lets me do it myself. He said, do it yourself and have plenty of food and clothing. Dad never comforts me when I cry. He always criticizes me more and more, saying that this is not good, that is not good, and everything is his own fault.
When eating, he always dislikes my cooking. At work, he always criticizes me for being indecisive. When my relatives and friends came home, he specifically said that I was not good when there were many people. That was not good, which made me lose face and shame.
Whenever he quarrels with his mother, I always turn to her for help. I hate his unreasonable behavior, his temper is too explosive, and I hate that he is not as considerate as other gentle fathers. When I left home with too much dissatisfaction with my father, the image of my father was always so strange in my heart. I hate the way he is mean to me. I hate that he never comforts me and takes care of me. I hate his unpredictable anger. I hate that he always hurts his mother with his hateful words again and again, and tears flow down his face.
Many years later, I also became the mother of a child. I have experienced too much sadness and helplessness in my life. Rough roads sometimes give me a headache. When bad luck comes, I walk out of the fence of fate. When my life is at a low point, I face the bleak life of this world with a proud smile. When I was calculated, I calmly thought about the rules of the game of life. When I was in pain, I smiled and stood in the cold wind of everyone, satirizing their ignorance, but my heart was full of beauty.
Maybe my father was right and I was wrong. Years later, when I saw those sharp and mean people wearing false veils to make huge profits, I didn't blame them, but just laughed it off. When I saw those selfish little people playing all kinds of funny roles, I lost my anger and just lamented how funny the world was! I don't feel wronged when I see that ungrateful hypocrite ignoring his benefactor. I'm just praying for a better life for God!
When I got to know my father, he was old. There is no arrogance, no hurtful words, and he has no prestige. I am delighted to feel the great changes in my father, just like a different person. I wonder what changed a overbearing and rude father. I'm also curious about what changed him from a devil-like father to an understanding father. Maybe life is the best answer. My father saw through life and understood the meaning of life in his leisure time in his later years. More than ten years after retirement in his later years, he fell in love with health care. He often patronizes Yangshengtang, nourishing his heart and nature, and nourishing his spirit and nature! I have also developed good living habits and good mentality.
Father is old, but he can see through everything. I'm mature, too I'm glad to see him now. He is gentle to children, open-minded to life, considerate to his wife, satisfied with money, indifferent to fame and fortune, and more respectful to life ... His father is like the sea, he can bear huge waves and is as calm as a mirror. Father is like a towering tree, which can withstand the wind and rain and protect the seedlings from growing sturdily. Father is more like a mountain. He can see through the vicissitudes of life and sit and watch the changes of ancient and modern times. Father's love is like a mountain, and heaven and earth can be learned. Father loves mountains, and the sun and the moon are auspicious. Father loves mountains. May all fathers in the world be safe and happy!