A letter written to my father, telling me about my life and study situation after I entered vocational high school.

Dear Father:

Thank you for your hard work! This is the first thing I want to say to you. You have been busy teaching for a long time, have to make up classes, and travel frequently. You are running around to make money so that I can have a comfortable home. Let me have a good learning environment so that I can get material enjoyment. I was shocked when you used your family's savings to support me in studying in an aristocratic school. Isn’t that what you and your mother will use to buy a house or buy a new car in the future? You even patted my head and said, "Read carefully. The students there are very rich. Don't compare famous brands with others." I know you care about me so much and are afraid that I will be affected by those bad habits, but after all, it is the wish of all parents in the world to hope that their children will succeed and their daughters will succeed. You want me to become a talented person at all costs, but what about me? Don’t just live up to your expectations and leave you disappointed time and time again. After failing to get a scholarship for three consecutive semesters, I had no choice but to leave the aristocratic school. After I transferred to the school where you taught, you worked even harder for me.

I remember that after I transferred to another school, the first time you scolded me was on the third day of school. That time when I went to the canteen to eat, because I couldn't find my rice bowl and was in a bad mood, I had to go home and cook some noodles. You call me and ask me to look for it. Later, after you scolded me, a rice bowl suddenly appeared in front of my eyes. It was sitting on the first table with some soup in it. I felt so ashamed. When I got home, my mother told me that it was because you came to the canteen early to serve me a drink when you saw how hard I was studying. I forgot how I felt at that time. I only remember that it was your duty that day, but you took time out of your busy schedule to carefully serve me the soup. Thinking of this, my heart suddenly felt like the soup, boiling hot and very touching.

Tonight, you are worrying about me again! I will always remember this dark night, with the wind blowing eerily, heralding the coming darkness. When I returned to the entrance of the middle school, the guard stopped me and refused to let me in, saying that I was sleeping out. My originally good mood was disturbed by him, and he kept trying to explain, but it was all in vain. I immediately thought of you as the director. With tears in my eyes and a cry in my voice, I told you that the doorman wouldn't let me in, so you just asked me to wait. Then you rush over. I was too selfish at the time and didn't think about you at all. I was so busy these days that I didn't even have time to eat. I just focused on my own problems. Afterwards, regardless of your status as the director, you asked the doorman why he wouldn't let me in. Just for me, my nose is sour and tears are about to flow. A picture suddenly popped up in front of my eyes: a figure bending down for her son and writing quickly; a figure teaching his son to swim; a smile congratulating his son for winning a prize; a word of encouragement to his frustrated son; A gift for my son who is celebrating his birthday; a feeling of pride for my son...

On this bumpy road of life, I am lucky to be your son, and it is my pleasure to listen to your teachings. I am lucky to have your approval. If as time goes by, there is a gap between you and me, it will be my loss. If you forget your words, it will be my loss. At this time, it is difficult for me to express my heart. I just want to say to you: "Dad, I love you and wish you a happy Father's Day!"

Sincerely yours

Salute

Your son@@