Remember, that year. The fourth day of September. October 21.
This man's birthday.
The family looked at this man with a happy smile. At that moment, my wish was simple. I just hope that he will accompany us in this world in health and peace. There is a response, as far as you can go.
I know that such days are dwindling. From beginning to end, I have this kind of emotion, this kind of broad tolerance and deep love. It all comes from this man and the woman next to her.
Never thought that he would age slowly, or leave one day. When this thought flashed in my mind, I suddenly felt sad and terrified. Because I often feel that I will go forever in the eyes of this man.
In the candlelight, he wears a dark green jacket, dark blue woolen sweater, and a smile on his face. Suddenly, I saw the wrinkles on his face. Wrinkles are real. My hair turned white from the roots. However, there was a layer of dependence in his smile, like a naive child.
Like me, he doesn't like taking pictures. But in the last two years, I suddenly realized that photos are the most direct way to recall youth and sculpt time. Therefore, on this special day, I hope he can leave good memories.
I like the photos of him wearing military uniforms, his eyes are deep and bright, showing the fortitude of a soldier. That was the beginning of a man who thought he was good. He is a very persistent man. Being a soldier, working, retiring, never bowing his head, and even now we are also a soldier's style.
He has relied on his own ability to go to the present, has his own pension, and has a worry-free old age. Sometimes I even feel that my own bones are tainted with the same pride and self-confidence as him. He is a very simple person. Since childhood, he has always taught us to be hard and simple, and to be honest and upright.
Now,He is getting old, he is slowly getting old. Perhaps old age is a fact that every woman resists from the heart and must accept it. However, I still saw his happiness. Sometimes, I even say to him: none of us can compare to you, whether young or old. At that time, he smiled and acquiesced.
He has always been a strict and loving father in my heart. He is open-minded and filial, whether he treats his children or the elderly. He and her respected each other as guests, facing the ordinary plain, helpless, truthful, and contented together. Occasionally, they will have disputes, but the feelings of decades have always appeared at critical moments.
He is an excellent man, he gave all the love and tolerance that a father should give. Under his influence, I was able to receive a good education and material. The bravery and strength he inherited from me showed a weak light in the dark period of my life. As a father, I finally gave him the highest score.
He is an ordinary man. Even decadent. He is a rare man. Because the only one.
At the dinner table, the family looked at him with a happy smile, and he watched everyone smile. At that moment he was like a loved child. At that moment, I saw the suddenly confused eyes of this man. Seeing his sad eyes looking at me at that moment. I know that at that moment, our hearts are connected, without words.
In his life, a man and woman who are important to him have left us. Sometimes I even think about what kind of mood he will be when he misses, what kind of despair and loneliness will be, and how helpless and powerless he is. Whenever I think of this, I feel very happy, because the woman and man who are important to me in life are in this world and by my side.
This man, as the years went by, his face gradually began to grow old. But his eyes were still deep and bright.
This man, he has experienced 64 years of things in the world.
this man,He has become increasingly fragile and forgetful.
This man, he is getting old, he is my father.
This man, I love him so deeply.
Perhaps, loving someone is a simple matter.
Even if he has a personality defect that cannot be corrected, even if he looks unreasonable like a child, even if he adds more bad habits. I can still accept him for no reason, and it is natural to tolerate him. Just because I love him, love him, but there is no reason.
This man is you. Dear father. Happy birthday, dad.
is this October 21st, 2009. The fourth day of September.
This love has nothing to do with all grandness, it belongs only to me and his subtle memories and warm clues, the reincarnation of this life. It's me, connected with his blood. . .
