"I know my father's temper. He has always been a very stubborn person. Although he doesn't talk much, the things he has decided cannot be changed by a few words. So even though he has a lot to say, nothing comes to his lips. I couldn't say anything, so I stopped saying anything.
But when I walked not far away and couldn't help but look back, I found that my father was still standing there, waving to me.
This scene reminds me of when I was in high school. Every time my father sent me to school in the county, it was the same scene, and tears filled my eyes involuntarily.
Maybe I really wasn’t a good boy, at least, I didn’t think so. Even though I told myself many times that the money was my father’s hard-earned money, I just couldn’t help it.
My shriveled wallet finally bulged, and the monster that I hadn’t seen for a week was calling me again. After dinner, I went to the Internet cafe outside the school. After five hours of fierce fighting, it was time to go back to the dormitory. As usual, I came to the big banyan tree outside the school and climbed over the wall from there to enter the school.
But the moment I climbed up the wall, the most unforgettable scene in my life appeared. I will always remember that scene in my life. The scene that makes my heart ache when I think of it!
The dim street lights illuminated my father, my old father. He was nestled in the corner, with a broken cardboard box picked up from somewhere under his body. At this moment, he was wrapping himself in cotton-padded clothes again and again, and the scarf he wore in high school was tightly wrapped around his father's head.
Shame, heartache, and regret fill my heart!
Later, my mother told me that when my father heard that I was sick, he desperately wanted to see me. He couldn't buy a seat ticket and was reluctant to buy a sleeper, so he stood for more than 20 hours to come to my side.
In order to save money on accommodation, I squatted in the corner of our school all night...
I cried on the other end of the phone and pretended not to know until my mother told me. Because I know my father's stubbornness, even if I wake him up at that time, he will insist on being there. I quietly returned to the dormitory, but my heart still hurt. Thinking of his actions of tightening his clothes, I felt distressed. I deleted all the accounts related to the game overnight.
People can be ignorant, they can say that they are young, they can say that everyone is like this, but I can't forget the scene of my father huddled in the corner, wrapped tightly in his clothes!
People always have to grow up. I don’t know if it was because of that incident that I seemed to have grown up overnight, but if I could, I would rather not grow up.
Since then, I have never been to an Internet cafe again, and I have never wasted a penny. From that day on, I started to make up for what I had missed in my studies. Because I know that every penny I spend is my father’s hard-earned money, real hard-earned money!
I always thought it was because he was not lucky enough to enjoy life. After that incident, I realized that it was not that he was unlucky, but that he was used to giving all enjoyment to his son... He started working in that icehouse when he was seventeen and lasted until last spring.
Then, he left!
It’s the same notebook, but what my father wrote was not prose poetry, but it was still his life.
To me, it was also a prose poem written by my father. Even though the handwriting was a little sloppy, even though there were some typos, and even though there were daubed and altered pictures, it was the most precious memory left by my father. Unfortunately, he Once I leave, there will no longer be anyone standing there waving to me, and no one will come all the way here just because they hear their son is sick, never again."
There are many stories about fathers. Perhaps the fathers in each story are different, but the deep fatherly love is the same.
On Father's Day this year, many fathers discovered that their children who originally didn't like to go home actually came back, and their children who they didn't have much contact with originally took the initiative to care about them and didn't forget to bring them gifts.
Although it is possible, it is only on this day, but at least it makes many fathers smile happily. When the children grow up, it is naturally impossible to stay with their parents all the time, but as long as the children can think about and remember their parents, they are actually extremely helpful. Satisfied.
The reason why "Prose Poems Written by Father" resonates emotionally with so many people is because, in many people's hearts, their father is a very strong man. Father is different from mother, and mother's love is inclusive. , is warm, but father's love is deep.
Many of us may have never seen the fragile side of our father. In the eyes of many children, it seems as if our father never had youthful dreams, he was never a boy, and he was never protected by anyone. He forced himself to do this for the sake of our family. A man who has experienced many vicissitudes of life and matured
And after I went to college, I slowly drifted away. His love seemed to have graduated when I reached adulthood. Our distance became closer and closer. Gradually, I began to dislike his old-fashioned words. We seemed to have new pursuits. He is no longer the most authoritative person in our lives.
Every father is a poem, a poem worth reading for a lifetime for his children.
"This story is so well written." Mu Qingyou sighed sadly.
Li Yi nodded and said, "Maybe it's because of the truth!"
There are many songs and stories that can resonate with people. In fact, the biggest reason is that they are true.
The fabricated story is never true, so if it is not true, how can it resonate with people?
Therefore, "Prose Poems Written by My Father" will quickly sweep the Internet and become the biggest and most eye-catching highlight of Father's Day.
And this story is indeed the same. It is also a story about fathers. Different fathers, but the same thing is their deep love for their children.
Mu Qing nodded.
In fact, at this moment, Li Yi thought of a song he had recalled earlier, "Father"!
In a way, this story really fits the lyrics of the song "Father".
Li Yi thought for a while, suddenly curled up his lips, and then left a message on the Weibo of the author of this story.
Wang Nanfeng is the author of that story. On Father's Day, many people sang "Prose Poems Written by Father" and went home to eat and talk with their dad.
But he will never have this opportunity.
Suddenly, the message notification sound on Wang Nanfeng’s social account sounded crazily.
Wang Nanfeng was a little stunned for a moment.
Then as soon as I started it, I saw that the unread messages of several friend groups were already 99+.
"Nan Feng, you're so awesome, the dog director actually copied your brand!"
"That seems to be the lyrics of a song, right?"
"Slow down time, don't let you get older again, no way, the dog director has poisoned me again! Let me cry first!"
“The lyrics really fit perfectly with the story of Nan Feng’s father!”
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Wang Nanfeng looked astonished. A famous director like Li Yi was usually very far away from him, but he didn't expect that one day they would meet directly.
He opened Weibo with some anxiety and expectation, and saw Li Yi's message that was liked by many netizens.
(End of chapter)
