Tell me about the situation

You have worked hard! This is the first thing I want to say to you. You have been busy teaching for a long time, making up lessons and traveling frequently. You are here to make money and let me have a comfortable home. Let me have a good learning environment, let me get material enjoyment. I was shocked when you took home savings for me to study in an aristocratic school. Isn't that why you and mom will buy a house or a new car in the future? At that time, you patted me on the head and said, "study hard, the students there are rich, don't compare famous brands with others." I know that you care so much about me and are afraid that I will be influenced by those bad habits, but it is the wish of all parents in the world to hope that my son will become a dragon and my daughter will become a wind. You want me to succeed at all costs, but what about me? Not only failed to live up to your expectations again and again, let you down. After failing to get a scholarship for three consecutive semesters, I had to leave the aristocratic school with a gloomy mood. After transferring to the school where you teach, you have done more for me.

I remember the first time you scolded me after I transferred to another school was the third day of school. I went to the dining hall that time, because I couldn't find a job and I was in a bad mood, so I had to go home and cook noodles myself. You called me to find it. Later, after you scolded me, a rice bowl appeared in front of me. It sits on the first table and there is some soup in it. I feel very ashamed. When I got home, my mother told me that if you see me studying so hard, you should come to the dining hall in advance and give me a drink. I forgot what I was feeling at that time. I only remember that you were on duty that day, but you took time out of your busy schedule to bring me a bowl of good soup. Thought of here, my heart suddenly became as hot as soup, so touching.

Tonight, you worry about me again! I will always remember this dark night, and the wind is blowing dimly, which indicates darkness arrival. When I returned to the middle school gate, the doorman refused to let me in, saying that I was staying outside. My good mood was disturbed by him, and I kept explaining, but in vain. I thought you were the director. I cried with tears in my eyes. I told you the doorman wouldn't let me in, so you told me to wait. Then, you came in a hurry. I was too selfish at that time. I didn't expect you at all. I'm too busy these days to eat. I only care about my own problems. Then you asked the doorman why he wouldn't let me in, regardless of your position as director. Just for me, my nose is sour and tears are coming down. Suddenly a picture popped up in front of my eyes: a figure bent down and scribbled for my son; A person who teaches his son to swim; Congratulations on your son's winning smile; A word swelled up the frustrated son; A gift for his birthday son; A feeling of being proud of my son ...

On the bumpy road of life, I have the honor to be your son, listen to your teachings and get your approval. If there is a gap between you and me over time, it will be my loss. If I forget your instructions, it will be my loss. At this time, I can't express my heart. I just want to say to you: "Dad, I love you. Happy Father's Day! " "

I am here to convey

welcome

Your son