Happy father's day.

My father rarely expresses his feelings, but after I went to college, especially recently, when chatting with me on WeChat at night, he often asked, "Son, do you miss your father?" Mother beside ridicule, "what do you want? My son misses me! If you miss your son and don't know who is good, just wander around your son's house. " At this time, my heart is full of joy and my roommate is full of envy. I've been away from home for six years, and now it's Father's Day, and my thoughts are flying. I'm looking forward to a faster life and an early return home. Most people are willing to call their father "strict father". I thought so when I was a child, probably because I was afraid! Naughty, afraid of being scolded after getting into trouble-but never afraid of being beaten-my father has never hit me for more than 20 years. Let me see, is it too much for me to call my father "strict father" again? The power of genes is shocking! Not only did I inherit the features of my parents' looks, but even the temperament of the Lao Xu family did not show any difference between my father and me: my father was as stubborn as an ox, and I felt as single-minded. Mom always said we were the same! Whenever I have an argument with my father, I still have to argue a few words, knowing that I am indefensible. I am often so angry that my father pointed at me and said, "If you drown, I will show you what you can do!" " My father was speechless, or too lazy to bicker with me, so he sat on the bed alone, panting, choking in his stomach, and his stomach was broken. My son is the shadow of Laozi, and my father always makes me speechless, so I slam the door and hide in the house and cry. Enough crying, my father asked me to eat, but I still want to eat my father's cooking. My father used to treat me the same way, smiling at each other, and it was all over. Speaking of eating, I like noodles cooked by my father best, but I don't like noodles cooked by my mother. Father cooked noodles, put oil and meat, supplemented by fresh shrimp skin, and the delicious noodles were complete. Moreover, my mother advocates that my father and I are vegetarian, mainly light, so my mother often sees a bunch of dishes like cabbage, rape and kidney beans on her face, which is very boring. Of course, both parents have their own specialties, and the fish cooked by my mother is delicious. Since I left home in high school, my parents have always asked me to make a menu before I go home. Dad's noodles, mom's salmon is a must. My father likes bringing forth the old and bringing forth the new. He doesn't collect famous dishes in the garden like Yuan Mei, a former gourmet. But whenever he eats something delicious outside, he will grind it and eat it with us when he gets home. Grandpa participated in the surveying and mapping of Dongfanghong Reservoir in Dazhao Township, wafangdian city. Since the reservoir was filled with water, his father was still young at that time, and his father was always indispensable among teenagers playing with water. Fishing in the net and touching clams in the water have exercised my water. So far, he has always told me, "People who grew up near the water can't swim. Aren't you afraid of being laughed at when you say this?" . Indeed, I spent most of my childhood at my grandmother's house, often fishing in Dasha River, but I can't learn to swim. But I like fishing! I remember it the most. I was a sophomore that year. I went back to my grandmother's house in summer. My father bought a net. "Today, let you see how your father catches fish!" . So my grandmother, my mother and I were in every corner of the net downstream, and my father rushed down from the upstream and threw stones at the fish, leaving it at a loss. Some unlucky fish suddenly turned over and more fish hit the net. "Close the net quickly!" Dad shouted "Hurry up, hurry up" upstream, and I excitedly shouted "Hey, Pulse, a big melon (in Dalian dialect, refers to crucian carp) escaped from the bottom of the net", and grandma regretted it. From the internet, dozens of fish are jumping around in the net, including willow root fish with green eyes, daughter-in-law fish with red mouth, crucian carp with black back and white belly, and river shrimp with blue nails inside ... The fish gasped with its mouth open, so we quickly poured it into the bucket for fear that it would jump back into the water. Grandma, who is in her seventies, also laughed with us, and the laughter soaked the two sides. The peasant woman who washed clothes stopped to look at us-the water was mixed, so let's have a rest and play together. Dad loves me, not only playing with me, but also providing me with food and clothes. After going to college, every time I leave, it is so unforgettable. /kloc-in September of 0/4, my grandmother and parents sent me to Kyrgyzstan to report. In the evening, I stayed in a small hotel. My father and I sleep together. Father put his arm under my head, "Come here, pillow", and put his other hand on my shoulder. Just like when I was a child, I fell asleep, but I couldn't sleep that night. The next day, I insisted on seeing them off. At the station, mother turned her back. I don't think something is right. I found my mother's eyes were red. I hugged my mother and said, "I promised not to cry," but I never held back. My father came to hug us, covered in sweat, and couldn't tell the difference between sweat and tears. He reminded me of what he had told me thousands of times at home. My grandmother, who has been strong all her life, is also very sad and holds my hand. Be obedient at school and don't fight with your classmates. When I checked in, my father hugged me tightly. "Be sure to pay attention to safety!" A group of people entered the ticket hall, and my mother turned around and waved ... 15 Dragon Boat Festival, and my parents came to visit Kyrgyzstan. I took them to Zhuque Mountain, didn't come back until eight o'clock in the evening, and had a barbecue in a chain store in front of the school. My father also ordered a large draft beer for me, and my mother squinted. "What do you want my son to drink?" "I'm tired today, have a drink." In the past 20 years, especially after the college entrance examination, I have drunk a lot with my classmates, whether we have a good relationship or not, but this is the first time I have clinked glasses with my father, and I have mixed feelings. My father no longer treats me like a child. But I know that even though I am seventy or eighty years old, I am still a child in the eyes of my parents. Eat and drink, talk while drinking, talk about study, talk about postgraduate entrance examination, and talk about life. A cup of big stick soon bottomed out, and my father added another small stick to each other. My mother tries to worry about my father, and my father is very happy. "Have a drink today." The next day, the injury was inevitable. After seeing my parents off at the station, I went back to school and waited for the train carrying my parents south on the dirt playground near the railway. Trains always whistle at Deshengmen intersection. I dialed my father's phone. "Look out the window!" "Where are you?" "Out of the window! On the right! " My eyes followed the carriage, section by section, and I got closer and closer, telepathy between blood vessels. The moment I saw my parents, my mother was trying to open the window, but it was too late. I can clearly see my parents' expressions. Father slapped the glass hard, and the phone only listened to "son! Son! Here! Pay attention to your health-""I see it! I saw it! I know-"I run with the train, my parents run against the train, and the train always runs past, leaving me squatting there alone." In a short span of five or six seconds, the expression of my mother looking close to the window and the picture of my father slapping the window will always be in the depths of my mind, more real than photos. 16 years, I changed my new house and my father was busy. When I came home during the summer vacation, I suddenly found my father haggard and wrinkled. I am no longer a teenager of seventeen or eighteen, but in my heart I will always be the good father who woke up as a child and could tease me with the newly bought toys. The old face is the accumulation of years, the heart is still young and everything is fine. My father and son have the same temper, the same drinking capacity, the same hobbies, the same love for each other, the same love for this family, and many similarities. This is the father and son. I have been in a foreign land for three years. On this day, I wish my father a happy holiday!