Think about it, do you want poetry, prose, or novels and plays? Please explain one point. (The following is for reference)
Father loves nothing.
"Only a mother is good in the world, and a child with a mother is like a baby …" Whenever I sing this nursery rhyme, I feel shocked and pay deep respect to my mother. In my mind, the great love in the world is not only maternal love, but also our father's love.
My father is a simple and honest doctor. Although his education level is not high, his treatment of patients is a kind of medical ethics of practicing medicine and saving lives, and he is even more caring for our brothers and sisters.
The love between father and son doesn't have to be expressed from the mouth, especially the father, who keeps a straight face all day and doesn't care about the children at all. He won't understand his father's heart until he grows up. Although my father keeps a straight face every day, his eyes are cold and his heart is hot, and he is always worried about the future of our children. How can he play games with us because the burden of life is on him? Because of this incident, my father felt deeply guilty and tried his best to create a better learning and living environment for us. To this end, he made house calls in the hot winter, regardless of the scorching sun and strong wind, and earned a little money to make a living.
Since junior high school, my conversation with my father has become less and less. My rebellious attitude became stronger and stronger, and my grades plummeted. Gradually, I became estranged from my father. No matter how hard I try, I can't cross the barriers in my heart. My father didn't give up training me. He has always believed in my ability, communicated with me and asked me about my study. That night, when he learned that my academic performance was poor, I was ready to be scolded, but the expression on his face was beyond my expectation. I'm ashamed that he would definitely scold me, but he didn't. He touched my shoulder and comforted me and said, "son, failure is the mother of success." Maybe you failed today, but it doesn't matter. You must get up from where you fell. I believe you! " I reappeared a stone of hope from the mountain of despair, leading me forward.
A month later, I returned to China again. The scene in front of me remains the same, except that my parents look thinner and haggard. Seeing that I seldom come back, my father went to the store and bought a lot of vegetables. After dinner, my father saw a new gadget and handed it to me. I am both happy and excited. This is the brightest smile I have ever had, and I can't help crying quietly.
My aunt's house next door chatted with me about the recent situation at home. Hearing this: "After you left, it was hard to see your father buying vegetables. There are only a few vegetables on the table. " Hearing this, I burst into tears again and ran to my father's side and hugged him tightly.