My father accompanied me through the night.

Growing up, I spent most of the night with my father.

When I was a child, because I was timid, I stayed at home as long as it was dark and didn't want to go out. Even if I occasionally have a fever at night, I will ask a doctor to come home for treatment. So when I was a child, I hardly walked at night.

When I was in junior high school, although I was a little bolder, I didn't study at night and always finished school before dark, so I hurried home to have dinner with my parents. So I didn't have a chance to walk at night in junior high school.

In high school, it takes only ten minutes to ride a bike from home to school, so those who come and go in the wind and rain become day students. The study life in high school is no longer as easy as that in junior high school. Every semester, there are endless evening self-study, and school always ends at nearly ten o'clock every night. So the road from school to home has become a dark and long learning road. Every night after school, I packed my books, hurriedly pushed my bike, and ran to the school gate with the crowd, waiting for the classmate's hall to go home together. And when I crossed the road in front of the school gate and walked to the opposite side, I vaguely saw my father standing patiently under the old tree by the dim street lamp, riding a bicycle and looking at the school gate. When he finally saw me coming slowly from the crowd, his dim eyes gradually brightened up. When I go to my father, he will gently say "I came out so early …" and I always say, "Didn't I tell you?" I'll take the pavilion back, so you don't have to come all the way to get it ... "But my father said kindly," It's so late, you two girls walk at night, and your family is not at ease ... "So I stopped talking and waited for the pavilion to come out with my father. When the pavilion came out, I shouted to my father, "Let's go! "Then I rode the pavilion and walked all night. And my father followed silently, acting as our escort. At the gate of the pavilion, the pavilion said goodbye to his father and went home. My father and I rode in tandem through the winding alley. Although I always leave my father far away, I am not afraid, because I know there is my "flower protector" behind me. When I got home, I began to tell my mother not to let my father pick me up. If I talk too much, I will have a little quarrel with my father. In the days to come, my father still picked me up at the school gate, but under my strong opposition, my father picked me up at the intersection not far from home. But every time it rains, whether I bring rain gear or not, my father always wears his black raincoat and waits anxiously at the school gate, for fear that I will ride away carelessly. When the temperature drops suddenly, my father will appear at the school gate with a bag of clothes. When I walked out of the school gate against the cold wind, I felt a warm current spread all over my body, although I had not put on my father's clothes yet. Three years in high school, I don't know how many hours my father waited for me, nor how many times my father went that way. In short, for three years, rain or shine, my father spent that night studying with me.

After I went to college, I studied alone in a place 700 miles away from my hometown, and my father could no longer accompany me on the night road in college. After entering the university, although learning is much easier, I still have to go to the school library for self-study when I have no classes at night. Roommates are almost occupied (my parents object to my college love), and I am alone, so I walk alone for many nights 15 minutes from the library to the dormitory. Looking at the scattered crowd under the dim street lamp, I can't help but think of the night road my father accompanied me through: waiting outside the school gate, walking with my father on the way home, giving me clothes when it was cold ... All kinds of scenes came to my mind, reminding me again and again, and remembering again and again. Looking up at the sky above and looking down at the road below, I know that no matter how I imagine, my father will not appear behind me. But I know that whenever this moment comes, my father's alarm clock specially designed to pick me up is ticking. A semester passed, and I finally had a holiday, and I returned to my hometown with my thoughts for my family. In order not to waste my holidays, I began to work during the holidays. After four years of college and several holidays, I have to work overtime until 9: 00 or even 10: 00 at night for every job I do. Every night before leaving work, my father comes to the gate of the factory or shopping mall early, sometimes he chats with the old man at the door, and more often he stands alone outside the door. After work, I came out with a trolley, walked up to my father and asked, "Have you been waiting for a long time?" Father pedaled and said, "It didn't take long for us to arrive ... shall we go?" So my father and I rode bicycles side by side, instead of leaving my father far away as before, and talking with him about some work problems on the way. Night after night, my father waited at the gate, and I didn't know how to spend every minute in darkness and silence. In short, during my school days, my father accompanied me through the night shift.

? I thought I wouldn't be tired after graduation. My father will pick me up at night. But instead of going to graduate school, I got a job in my hometown and worked overtime from time to time. When my colleagues packed their things and were ready to go home, I was printing materials or construction drawings at the typing club outside; While my colleagues were having dinner with my family happily, my father and I rode on the long, dark and sparsely populated Lan Yan Road. It gets dark early in winter in the north, facing the cold wind in winter, my father walks behind on a bicycle, and I ride a tram faster and the speed is not easy to control, walking in front, recalling the time when my father picked me up at the school gate in three years of high school; Recalling the scene when my father picked me up at the factory gate during the holiday; Thought of these, unconsciously heavy heart, sour nose. As you can imagine, my father just came home from work and heard my mother say that I was still working overtime. Maybe he went out by bike before he entered the house, walked through the winding alley, walked through the dim light road and came to the company all the way. So, I worked overtime and was tired of my father accompanying me to "work overtime". Every night before going to bed, I feel ashamed to think about it. I thought about how to organize my father's night walk with me into a book, so that my father could feel his daughter's understanding of him, which made him feel infinitely gratified.

After changing jobs, I am not so busy at work, but occasionally I work overtime or have meetings at night. If I come home too late at night, my father will still pick me up and take the long Cheng Xiang Avenue or Lan Yan Road.

No wonder at many weddings, the married daughter holds her father's arm, and the father gives her hand to a man who deserves to be entrusted for life, because the man will take her with him in the future. It is said that my daughter was my father's lover in his last life. Indeed, before I found my own happiness, my father was my escort and accompanied me through night after night-the road of studying in high school, ups and downs, and my father accompanied me through it; During the holiday, I was very busy, and my father spent it with me. I graduated, worked, and my father was old, but my father spent the working night with me. There is no darkness in the night with my father, and the night with my father is no longer lonely. ...