Silent fatherly love
At the age of 6.
On the playground, a little boy learn to ride a bike next to hi father. Without a word of guidance, there wa no comfort. The little boy fell and fell, but hi leg were already wet. Finally, the child at on the floor and cried, crying. My father tood till, hi eye full of didain and indifference.
The child longed for father' encouragement. No; The child longed for hi father' hug, but he didn't. It wa jut thoe empty eye that made the child cold and cruel. Finally, the child topped crying and tood up tubbornly, traddling the car, and began to try again. My father wa already intereted, turned around, took big tride, and left. There wa another metal rubbing againt the ground, and the father jut caually went back down, hi hand trembling. The child tood up, thinking of hi father' indifferent eye, and the two line of tear lid acro hi cheek inexplicably. One tep, two tep, three tep... The father' foottep remained firm.
At the age of 16.
In the hall, the boy wa urrounded by crowd and walked up to the podium. Once again high trophy, again cheer like the tide. With honor in hand, the child truggled to find hi father in the flah of flahing light. There wa only one man in the crowd, except for him. Suddenly, the auditorium eemed empty except for the child and hi father. Still indifferent, till o dimiive. Father' empty eye dazzled the radiant cup. He tood up, walked to hi on, grabbed the trophy, and the father handed it to the teacher in the background without heitation. Two line of hot tear flow down again involuntarily, one tep, two tep, three tep... The father' foottep remained firm.[由www.haoZuowen.Com整理]
Yeterday.
At the chool gate, a young man aid goodbye to hi father. No pleaantrie, no relief, no hug, no word. Looking directly at hi father, hi wrinkle were deep, and hi black hair wa graying. Tear rolled down her eye. In the blur, there wa ome light in hi father' cold eye. The trembling hand reached out to hi own on, and topped in mid-air, and drew back again. Pointing at the door, the father turned back and did not move. Looking at the back of my father. A he neared the corner, hi father fixed it, looked back, glanced at him, and aw hi on. The young man tared at hi father and the tear finally flowed down. In ilence, heart i o warm, one tep, two tep, three tep...
It i today.
The examination room. There i a child who write a ilent father, full of gratitude and pride.
My father, hi feeling like the fine autumn rain, gentle pring breeze, no up and down, jut indifferent.
The ilent fatherly love -- I am grateful for it.