Who can give me a story or witness about the relationship between son and father? It took me a long time to get old before I realized that I owed my son too much.

When I was two years old and three months old, my father left Jinan and went south to Wuhan to join the flood of the Anti-Japanese War. I was eight years old when I saw my father again. When I first met him, I felt my father was very old He just had his appendix removed and couldn't stand up. He stood there, clutching his crutches. I timidly called him "Dad", and he raised an arm and touched my head, calling me "Xiao Yi". I found him very serious at home, and he didn't talk casually with the children, and there was nothing particularly intimate. He was severely anemic and complained about dizziness all day, but he still stayed at his desk every day and wrote "Four Generations of a Family". He seldom goes to Chongqing, and the happiest time is when his friends come to see him in Beibei. At first, I talked a lot and became very talkative. I often had a bunch of jokes in my mouth, which made everyone laugh their heads off. He has no interest in children's homework and grades, never asks or counsels once, completely ignores them, and adopts an absolutely detached laissez-faire attitude. He agreed. In my opinion at that time, it was almost all for fun. For example, he appreciates my interest in painting, engraving stamps, collecting stamps, singing and participating in social activities of the student union. When he knew that I was elected as the president of the primary school student union in the fifth grade, he couldn't help laughing, thinking it was a very cola thing. Moreover, it is the same comment: this silly boy is in poor health. Occasionally, I play a ball with children, and I look very excited. He stood on the edge of the grass and smiled to show that he was happy. He loves to take me to visit friends, sit in teahouses, go to bathhouses and walk on the road. He always walks in front on crutches, and I follow closely. He never shakes my hand or talks to me. I am short and follow him, and all I see is his legs and feet, and those crooked old leather shoes. In this way, I followed in his footsteps for more than two years until he went to America. Now, when I close my eyes, I can still see those bent high heels. I am willing to follow it to the ends of the earth, without worrying, talking or thinking, but I can understand the whole world.

When I saw my father again, I was already a boy of 15 years old and a junior three student. The gift he brought me back from America was a box of ore specimens, which contained more than 20 lovely small stones, each with a scientific name and a simple explanation. According to his friends, he misses his three children abroad, but he has never written to them. He often writes many interesting letters to his friends' children, such as Mr. Bing Xin's children.

I was surprised to find that at this moment, my father has regarded me as an independent adult and adopted an unusual adult's equal attitude towards adults. When he saw me, he called me "Yi Shu" instead of "Xiao Yi". He held out his hand and shook my hand as if he were my friend. After graduating from high school, I passed the exam of studying in the Soviet Union, and my father was very happy. In five years, he went to the Soviet Union for three meetings and made a special trip to Leningrad to see me.

Although my father really treats me as an adult and a friend and often discusses some serious problems with me, I often feel strongly that I am still his child in his heart. Once, I was going to the northeast on business and said goodbye to him before I left. He was very concerned and asked me if I had a ticket. I said yes, and he said, "Show me the ticket. He knows that there must be a ticket and it is in the right place, so he is relieved. Then he asked, "How many belts did you bring for self-defense?" He said, "No, we have to prepare two pieces for Shaanxi. Two pieces said, "What if that piece is broken? You must catch the blind man and take mine. " These two questions asked by my father made me laugh all the way. Love between people, fatherly love and deep fatherly love are expressed in such a strange way. I once spent a dark night with him by Taiping Lake. I touched his face, held his hand and shed tears on his scarred body. I gave him some hot air in return for my love.

I'm sad and lucky.

Story 2 Entering the era of network information, mobile phones are very common for everyone. But it means a lot to me, because it makes me understand the hardships of my parents, their greatness and their selfless love.

I have been sick since I was a child, and I can't walk as a teenager. Every time I go out, my parents take me. Later, my father felt that it was no good to go on like this, but he made up his mind to keep exercising with me every day. With the unremitting efforts of my father and I, I can finally walk slowly and independently. My parents shed tears of joy when they saw that I had made such great progress. Later, after a period of training, I was able to go downstairs by myself, but my walking posture was not stable and smooth. I am a strong and optimistic child, begging my mother to insist on going out to exercise. Since then, my parents are not at ease, so I have a mobile phone alone.

My mother bought this mobile phone for me in Dafuyuan supermarket. It has a rectangular flip cover with a particularly beautiful style. The ringtone is beautiful chord music, which has the function of taking photos and writing multimedia messages. The most important thing is that the signal of this mobile phone is very good. No matter how far away you call, your voice is always so clear and thorough. I like it very much.

I said happily, "mom, you are relieved this time." It is convenient for us to contact by mobile phone. I can call you at any time if there is anything. " "Yes, but it's important to pay attention to safety," my mother said anxiously.

On a hot summer day last year, I went out to exercise as usual, walked slowly along the sidewalk, browsed the passing pedestrians and cars, and enjoyed the surrounding scenery and buildings. About half the way, I felt my legs were as heavy as lead, and I struggled to move forward. My head was burned by the scorching sun, sweat ran down my cheeks, and my clothes were gradually wet with sweat. At this time, I felt thirsty and my throat was dry. I'm thinking how nice it would be to have a bottle of water. Just thinking, my mobile phone suddenly rang. I quickly picked up the phone and answered it. "Hey, son, where are you?" "Dad, I'm on Jiefang Road," I quickly told him where I was. Then, my father told me that he had brought me water. I'm so happy. This is really timely help. After a while, I saw my father coming quickly in my direction not far away with a parasol. He arrived and eagerly asked, "Is it hot, son?" Thirst, right? "Say, give me an umbrella with one hand and wipe my sweat with the other." Look, it's hot for you. Come out in such hot weather. Come and have some water. "I was so thirsty that I took the cup from my father and drank it plump. My father watched me drink water and said distressfully, "Drink slowly, don't choke. I drank enough water, handed the cup to my father and said, "Dad, have some, too." "I'm not thirsty. Keep it for you. I drank it at home. " Dad said with a smile.

At this time, I noticed that my father's kind face was also covered with sweat. What moved me was that there were tears in his reddish eyes. I know my father is heartbroken for me, because he won't cry easily. I also know that my father is a face-saving person, so I didn't ask more questions, because his eyes have told me that this is my amiable and respectable father.

If my mother is the sea, my father is the blue sky. My mother raised me with her sweet milk, and my father sheltered me from the wind and rain with his generous arms.

What makes me unforgettable and unforgettable is a morning in June. At that time, the blue sky was covered with a faint cloud gauze. After a night rain, the flowers and trees on the earth became more fresh and green. I walked in such a fresh garden and enjoyed everything here. Feeling a little tired after walking for a while, I found a stone bench to sit down and rest, and turned on my mobile phone to listen to music. When I was absorbed, I felt a cool breeze passing by me, which made my body shake involuntarily and pulled me back from the wonderful music. At this moment, I looked up at the sky, only to see dark clouds gathering in front of me, and then thunder and lightning. Suddenly, I felt that a heavy rain was coming.

Soon after I put the phone down, it began to rain. It doesn't rain much. I walked as fast as I could. At this moment, I saw a man with an umbrella in the distance coming in my direction in the rain. It looks urgent and the pace is fast. There seems to be something urgent. I wonder if it's my father. I was thinking that the man had come to me, and his trousers and shoes under his trouser legs were wet by the rain. At this time, the rain is getting heavier and heavier. When I looked up and saw him, my eyes lit up. Ah, isn't this my father? When my father first met me, he gave me an umbrella on my wet head. "Look at you getting wet in the rain. Am I late?" Dad said, immediately hug me in his arms and take out a handkerchief from his pocket to wipe the rain on my face. At this time, I looked at my father's amiable face, which was covered with wrinkles and white hair on my temples. I could no longer control myself. Two lines of tears welled up.

Since the mobile phone is a bridge in the air, it has narrowed the distance between our father and son, deepened my understanding of my father and made me understand the feeling of being a child. I am silently saying, thank you, dad. Your life is not easy. You have lost a lot for me, which makes me feel guilty. My good father, I only have to study hard, strive for good grades and be a useful person to society.

It was still raining, and my father helped me walk slowly on my way home. ...