Father, my only wing is with you.

Father, my only wing is with you. Father is faith, and father's love is a mountain standing in children's hearts. Father is to rely on, and father's love is to give people warmth, a home and a safe harbor. Let's share my only wing with you, father.

Father, my only wing is with you. 1 Father, my only wing is with you.

I went to high school that year and my family was penniless. The house leaks when it rains all night, and the family is poor. A heavy hail smashed all the crops in the field, which means that the harvest of one year was destroyed. My father turned gray overnight, not only for his crops, but also for the question of whether to let me drop out of school.

In any case, children should not be allowed to drop out of school. This is my father's promise to me and himself. Due to the embarrassment of life, I am stretched everywhere in school, and I will carefully calculate every penny of poor living expenses. Eat the cheapest in the canteen, and eat half full every meal. Even so, the hard-headed goods in the pocket "surrender" early every month and pay for their lives.

I never take part in some spontaneous activities of my classmates. My "meanness" is my "dead hole", which often makes me powerless to fight back when they attack me. But I also have my own pride, that is, my academic performance has always been among the best, and my basketball level is also among the best in school, which can make me stand up straight and never bow my head.

There will be a basketball match at school. As the main force of the class, I want to play, but a difficult problem before me is, what shoes to wear to play? I envy those dazzling white sneakers on my classmates' feet, including Adidas and Peak. If I could put on those shoes and run on the basketball court, how handsome it would be.

But I only have two pairs of cloth shoes. The pair on my feet and the new pair in my bag were sewn by my mother herself. Although my mother sewed it stitch by stitch, I never felt comfortable. Because it can only step on the mountain road in its hometown, once it steps on the road marked with various signs in the city, its feet are like stepping on charcoal fire, which is particularly uncomfortable. Because when I see people staring at me, I always stare at my shoes first. I saw that they were all wearing beautiful shoes on their feet. I was discouraged at that time. A pair of shoes tells my unspeakable life: a poor "bumpkin". Once my father came, my classmates called me, "Your father is looking for you at the school gate." I asked them how they knew it was my father, and they said, "Because he wears the same shoes as you." Then a large group of unscrupulous people laughed, a bad laugh, the kind that could tear people to pieces. I looked at the shoes under my feet, which were a symbol of poverty and poverty. I hope I can't kick them to the South Pole at once, so they will never come back to my feet.

So I decided to ask my father for a pair of sports shoes. Although I know it is expensive, although I have always been very kind and considerate to my parents. Those nights, I only had one dream: running on the basketball court in dazzling white sneakers. I kept dunking, dunking, and I flew like I had wings!

At that time, I didn't know that my family had been devastated. I still don't forget to humor my father on the phone: "Dad, your son is at the end of his tether!" " Father said nothing about the disaster at home, pretending to be relaxed, and said, "Don't worry, Dad will send you money tomorrow, so that you can have a bright future."

I didn't expect my father to send me money himself. Usually remittance is made directly through the post office. It's all because my father is confused and can't settle accounts. The round-trip fee is much higher than the remittance fee. But my father said that he came in someone else's car and didn't spend any money. "What about going back?" I am still obsessed with my father's stupidity, but he is not annoyed. He has never been troubled in his life. He said with a silly smile, I can see you by the way!

Dream is a dream after all, but reality has turned it back to its original shape. When I asked my father for a pair of sports shoes, he looked embarrassed. He said he didn't have any spare money, and he said he was sorry. "As long as you play well, your classmates will applaud you. Who cares what shoes you wear? " Father himself felt that this comfort was far-fetched, so he whispered it out, as if talking to himself.

I cried, in front of my father. In fact, I can totally expect it. Therefore, my parents have no extra money to buy these luxuries. But I still cried, crying very grievance. Father stood there, rubbing his hands constantly, like a child who had done something wrong, with a blank face. I turned my head and went back to school without saying goodbye to my father.

The dream of sports shoes was completely shattered. I don't think I can lose face in front of all my classmates, and I can't make everyone laugh at me because of my pair of cloth shoes. I decided to quit the basketball team. The teacher came to me and asked me to tell the reason for dropping out of school. I said falteringly, I just want to study quickly.

In fact, they don't know how much I want to run on the basketball court

Just the day before the game, the doorman called to say that someone was looking for me. I saw my father at the school gate. He was carrying a pair of brand-new sports shoes, which were dazzling white and made me unable to open my eyes. I thought I was still dreaming, and I wasn't sure it was true until my father urged me to try it on. Although it's not a famous brand, it's enough for me to put it down. It is so beautiful that I want to call it "the white angel". I can't help asking my dad how he is willing to spend money on it.

My father said that after listening to my wish that day, I couldn't help but go to the mall to inquire about the price of that pair of sports shoes and prepare to go home and give me money. But the price of each pair of shoes made my father gasp. In front of the counter, he stared at those beautiful sneakers, but he was actually looking at his son's wish. It happened that people were moving goods, and they didn't think his father was in the way, so they kept kicking his father aside. My father is a working people, and he doesn't like the way they work, just like children playing house. He couldn't help lifting the goods for them. After moving, the boss insisted on giving him some remuneration, but he refused to accept it. He said that he helped so little, how could he ask for money? But the boss insisted on giving it to him, so he pointed to the pair of sneakers on the shelf, scratched his head and said shyly to the boss, I'll work for you for a week. Can I exchange those sneakers? The boss hesitated, but agreed.

What a painful test that week was for my father. Nothing, the key is to eat and sleep. Because there is not much money in his pocket, his father has to eat a meal every day, and there is only one steamed bread for each meal. There was no place to live at night, so my father had to open a bridge to deal with it. He was bitten by a mosquito and covered in bags. ...

"In this way, the shoes are in hand." Father said proudly. But I left tears again. Father panicked: "What's the matter, aren't you satisfied with this style?" Then I can change it for you ... "I shook my head and expressed my satisfaction. "You are all big boys, don't cry all the time." My father was afraid of my shoulder and said to get home as soon as possible, otherwise he wouldn't be able to go home at night. 100 miles, my father insisted on walking back.

I was in a hurry, grabbed my dad and asked him which mall he was in. I want to return my shoes and change a ticket for my father to go home. My father refused to live or die. I hugged my father and said, Dad, believe me, I can walk without these shoes.

At that moment, I felt that I had grown up at once, really.

In that game, I played in plain cloth shoes. I kept flying, shooting and throwing the ball into the basket, which was extremely powerful and unstoppable. It's like having wings, like flying. When I am flying, I will think of my father. When I shoot, I will think of my father. I want my father to know that I am his best son.

Since then, I have the same nickname as Jordan at school: flying man.

Since then, I have studied harder. Finally, in the summer of the following year, I was admitted to my dream university. I became the "golden phoenix" flying out of our mountain village. I can really fly. My father gave me strong and confident wings.

Father, you are my only wing. Only you can make me fly.

Father, my only wing is with you.

When I called my dad this morning, I really thought it was Father's Day, but as soon as I got through to him and asked me what it was, I asked him what time my mother got home last night. Talk about something else. Finally, I said, today is Father's Day. Happy Father's Day.

He said he was buying snails, while others seemed to be waiting for him to pay. On the phone, I heard him happily say to the other party, "It's my son. Say wish me a happy holiday. "

This seems to be the first time I have called him that on Father's Day.

I remember when my uncle died, he called me and asked me to go back. Naturally, my three cousins also called. But our family and uncle's family have been at odds. Mom called me and said, It's not good for you to bully your father when your uncle is around. You don't have to come. But my father said: Although we are three brothers, your grandfather only has one grandson, and now your uncle is gone. You are the only nephew. Hair is inevitable.

So I went back as soon as I got off work, and my three cousins stood by. The person in charge of the ceremony asked me to wipe my uncle's face or something, so I did.

A year later, Tomb-Sweeping Day. My father was in poor health, but he insisted on going up the mountain to offer sacrifices to his ancestral graves. He stood silently in front of his grandfather's grave. It suddenly occurred to me that he had many brothers and sisters before, and now he is the only one. I am emotional and understand him.

But when I went to visit my grandfather's grave, my father fell down and was ill for a long time. This incident makes me very angry. He must bring a silver ingot, a gold ingot, and a candle with three meats and three vegetables. I said, it's a new era. Fire is forbidden in the mountains. Listen to me. Besides, it was not our turn to go to grandpa's grave before. People in the clan are not going now, so you'd better go. According to my mother, did they bless you? He still stubbornly wants to go, and never goes. A 70-year-old man had a bad fall.

I was furious and said, "My father came to see you kindly, and you let him fall. As long as I don't come in the future, your sacrifice will be abolished. "

Father said, don't talk nonsense!

When my father was young, he seemed very literary. I wonder what my grandfather thinks. My father's brothers and sisters are all studying, and their education level is a little higher than the average person. He can play the flute, which is said to be very good. I have never heard of it. I asked where the flute was. He said he borrowed it and didn't return it, so he didn't want it back. He is talking about my classmate's father and a bully in the village. I have really seen that flute. Very elegant. But my father just can't get it back

He has a gun, but I am the only one in the family who has never fired a gun. He said it was good, too.

He never argues with others and always suffers. My mother said, I just went to eat. As soon as people got home, they left. When he comes back from the field, he must wash, wash and take. When he arrived, he ate leftovers.

My father came to see me by chance, and I said you could stay for a few days. He said that the fields should be watered. Even after the last operation, I went to other places. Finally, the wound became infected, and I watched it for a long time. He is really old, and he still has a long-term vision in his field of cultivation. It is better to plant without pesticides than to buy them.

When my mother's adult commented that my father was too honest and useless, she would finally say that he was a lucky man. He always naively believes many things that are obviously absurd to us. No matter how many blows he received in the middle, he insisted on believing until he was alone. This is his life creed.

So, what my mother doesn't like about me is: "You look like me, but you have the same mind as your father."