What is the main outline of "suona is louder than father's love"?

My mother died when I was 6 years old. I clearly remember a tear hanging from the corner of my mother's eye before her death. Tears are trembling and flashing in the autumn sunshine, full of concern for me and my dumb father.

After the mother left, the burden of life fell on the shoulders of the dumb father. Father makes "tofu pudding brain" every day to maintain our father and son's life. Every night, under the dim light, my father pushes the heavy stone mill in circles, and white soybean milk flows out of the mill seam. The sweat of the bean always wets his clothes. After grinding the soybean milk, my father will put the soybean milk in a crock, put it on the pot, make a fire and wait by the stove for two or three hours.

Before dawn, my father set out, shouldering the burden, leading me and selling "tofu pudding brain" all over the street. Father can't peddle, but only play a worn-out suona to attract business. Sad and melodious suona accompanied me through my childhood. At that time, I enjoyed watching my father play the suona, holding his head high, full of energy and strength, and as tall as a giant.

But gradually, when I am with my classmates after school, there are always people making suona with their hands and making strange noises. My face turned red and white, and I knew they were imitating their father. From then on, for fear of being laughed at by my classmates, I watched my father play suona again and lost the feeling of childhood. I began to try to avoid being with my father. On one occasion, several students, like their father, played suona and gestured at random. I was so angry that I rushed to fight with them. As a result, I was beaten with blood all over my face and ran home crying.

When my father saw me like this, he ran over with a towel and asked me, what's the matter?

I pushed my father away and shouted at him loudly, "Why are you dumb?" Why can't you talk like other children's fathers? "Although my father couldn't hear me, he was stunned by my expression. He seemed to read something from my face and stood silently.

That night, my father played the suona all night, and there was crying in the suona, which seemed to be telling something. ...

In the later days, my father began to try to avoid my way to school by selling "tofu pudding brain". I know that the father must not want to upset his son. At that time, I only had one wish, that is, I was admitted to high school as soon as possible and went to study in the city. In that case, no one will know that I have a dumb father.

Finally, I was admitted to the county high school with excellent results and didn't go home for more than a month. Every time I go home, my father will see me for a long time. Whenever he reaches out to touch me, he will shrink back timidly. He was afraid of my rejection and indifference. My father's face is often full of disappointment, and his eyes are shining with pain, helplessness and sadness ... He is old and his body is not as good as before, but in order to provide me with a study, he still tries to make a "tofu pudding brain" every day. Father always remembers his mother's concern and wants his children to go to college.

At this time, I also feel sad and ashamed of my selfishness and vanity in the letter, but I have never told my father. ...

In the winter of my sophomore year, I caught a cold and didn't go home at the weekend. At noon on Sunday, I was lying in the dormitory. Suddenly, a familiar suona sound came from a distance. So familiar, is it the father? I ran out of the dormitory. At this time, there are snowflakes in the sky.

At the school gate, I saw my father. Father has been covered with snow, like a white jade sculpture. The cold wind rolled snowflakes and kept beating his father's thin body. My father shivered in the cold wind. He held the suona tightly with swollen hands and looked at the campus while blowing.

Seeing me, my father looked very excited and the suona blew louder. Suona is my father's mouth. My father is telling me his love, his concern and his concern. ...

According to the janitor's uncle, my father came before dawn. At that time, it snowed heavily. The county seat is more than 30 miles away from home. I don't know how my father walked through the rugged mountain road. The janitor can't communicate with his father, so he has to stand outside the door. This stop is all morning. That's why my father can play suona. He knew that his son should be most familiar with this kind of voice.

I want to take my father back to the dormitory to keep him warm. But my father didn't move. He just looked at me carefully from top to bottom. Then gesticulating to ask me: the children in the same village said you were ill, so I don't trust you. Come and have a look. My father looked at me and made a gesture: I will leave at once, so as not to let my classmates know.

I felt a heart-wrenching pain, and tears of regret welled up in my eyes. I can't understand my father's mood at the moment, but I know it is sour. I gestured to my father: "Never mind, I want all my classmates to know what a good father I have."

In addition to surprise, my father's eyes sparkled with tears. ...

Later, I finally realized my father's dream and was admitted to the university, but my father's burden was heavier. Every time I write to my father, I will say: Dad, your suona is the most beautiful voice I have ever heard in the world. I will always keep it in mind and live a good personal life!

Fate's failure made the father lose the ability to speak and express his love for his son in words. But his behavior made me deeply realize that ... fatherly love is priceless.