Little old man, I love you.

Folklore is a story passed down from mouth to mouth by ordinary people.

I brought you a little old man.

I love you:

You never come into my room except mopping the floor. I know you are embarrassed, boudoir! Just like you never call me by my nickname.

It's okay, dad. I know you love me.

Yesterday at school, when I came downstairs, I smelled the cologne of boys, and suddenly I thought of you. That little old man wears perfume. I always laugh at you. I'm not even wearing it. Actually, mom bought it for you. She thinks you stink. We all thought you smoked, so you had to curl up in the kitchen with grievances, guarding the trash can and the bowl that oil stars didn't have time to wash, and be a fairy. Especially after we moved, the kitchen is not as big as before. Every night, I have to wait on me who goes home for supper after self-study at night. I'm full and you smoke in the kitchen. There are stoves, cupboards and liquefied gas tanks in the kitchen less than four square meters, so you can only sit in the gap.

Little old man, it's really hard for you.

Dad, I don't know if all dads in the world are the same, but I know you must be the best among them. Dad, do you still remember that when I was in primary school, all the children in the yard fell in love with our family. They said that Dad was fierce and sometimes beat people, which was terrible. They say you are humorous, friendly and a good gentleman. Hearing this, I always smile and think: Of course, my dad is better than your dad.

Dad, you don't know. You make me as proud as a princess. It must be you who draws handwritten newspapers and writes big characters at school. Who told you to write well? You have to drive me when the school is windy and rainy. My mother nagged, "What if people don't have a father to send them?" You won't go by yourself. " I said, "Gee, I didn't know I had such a father. Yes, little old man. "

You like taking me for a walk. In the past, our school playground was not hardened, and it was full of sand when it was windy, so we either walked east and west along the asphalt road in front of the school or went shopping. The summer wind gently blows on my face, and you and your mother are by my side, so I thought: Let's just go on like this.

Writing here, I suddenly remembered, Dad, how long has it been since we went out for a walk together? One year, two years or three years? I don't even remember. The market in the town where we used to live is now a house on the street, and the school where we 15 live has been merged by other schools. Is it because we moved, or because I study harder every day, or what other reasons? What do you say, dad?

Writing here reminds me of my fierce rebellious period of youth, which seems endless and sometimes explodes like a bomb.

I remember when I was in junior high school, because of that boy, I made a mess with everyone. Dad, you will be invited to the office from time to time to solve those embarrassing things for your bad daughter with my class teacher. Besides, I often bring my bad temper home, and when I'm not happy, I break the dishes, chopsticks, doors and chairs.

But dad, you know what? I can't accept that you always speak for the head teacher. I don't understand why you don't understand me, and you can't stand with me unconditionally as you did when you were a child, just like you and your mother gave my cat Xiaohua away without hesitation, leaving me to cry on sleepless nights. So I began to refuse to talk to you and have a cold war with you.

Dad, you know what? 16 years old was the most difficult time in my life. Even though it has been so long now, I don't want to think about it again. During this period, I have done countless things that make you sad: playing mobile phones, changing boyfriends frequently, plummeting academic performance, and crying to change schools. I remember the day you gave the little flower away, and I cried at home for a whole noon. You tried to pull my hair, but I pushed you away rudely But, dad, I didn't mean to. I don't want to. I just don't know what to say. Dad, when I saw the letter you put on my desk, I really wanted to jump into your arms and cry. However, my proud self-esteem and rebellious personality don't allow me to do that. At that time, I became more and more bitter and indifferent in front of you. I hate that you are on the same side as the head teacher, and that you sent Xiaohua away and left me alone, so confused and helpless, but you didn't stand by my side, Dad!

Dad, I don't know how long you put up with it that night and finally broke out. You rushed into my bedroom and kept criticizing me. That's the first time I remember you being so angry with me. I heard you growl:

"If you have something to say, you can't say it well!"

"Look at you like this! Do you want to go to school or not? "

I didn't speak, and my nose and tears flowed together. I'm afraid you'll hit me. I just sat there and listened to you. I was cold. Dad, how long have you been scolding me? 10 minutes, 15 minutes, or longer? You must be sad, right? You wanted your daughter to be obedient, study hard and put away her thorns, but I didn't. I hurt you, didn't I, dad?

Regret ... Regret ... Regret ... Regret ... Regret ... Regret ... Dad.

I remember one day my deskmate's father had a car accident, and it suddenly occurred to me that you also went to grandma's house in the afternoon. I couldn't get through when I called you. I was really scared at that time. What if something happens to you? Fortunately, you didn't get a call because of the bad signal. When I get home, I will tell you lightly.

"I called you twice and couldn't get through." You have no idea how scared I am.

Dad, I always feel that I don't have enough time to live with you. I go to school every day and only meet at dinner. If you are on duty, I can't see you. Dad, I've always missed you. Are you the same?

Dad, I am a pig and you are a mouse. I am sixteen this year, and you are over forty. You have white hair. Dad, can you give me a few more years? I will try my best to get into college, find a good job, get more salary and give you the best life.

Dad, you have been to many places and taken many commemorative photos, but I think your photo in front of the Oriental Pearl is the most handsome! But you have no time to travel these years, Dad. Please be patient until I turn you into the happiest little old man in the world. I will buy you a new car and take my mother and me on a trip. Dad, I keep my word!

Dad, the world is so big, I am very lucky that you are my father and have given me a healthy body and a complete personality. Others say that my daughter was my father's lover in her last life, so this is my love song for you: Dad, I love you!

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