Find a psychological drama with the theme of gratitude ~ ~!

Time flies like water, from small to large, nearly 15 years, as if I have never written anything to you.

How many times, in my sleep, I overheard your whisper. I know your health is not good again.

But these, you never told me.

Mom and Dad, are you doing the hardest work in the world? Why did the silver thread climb over your head? Why are there traces of time on your faces?

Dad, you're only in your early 40 s, and your hair is thinning. Once I sat next to you for dinner, I saw your dazzling white hair at first sight, but I could do nothing;

Mom, you are still young, but your health is not as good as before. Every time you don't let me do housework, I know you are very busy and tired at work recently, but there is nothing I can do.

I can only pick up the rice in the bowl, finish my homework quickly, and then cry softly while taking a bath in the bathroom.

Mom and Dad, do you know how helpless I am crying? I feel really useless, how useless, how can I make you work so hard.

Mom and dad, after all, once upon a time, you began to get old.

Mom and Dad, you have a well-hidden youth photo, but you don't know it. I found it by accident.

How young you are in the picture. In the natural background, my father is holding my mother's hand, but smiling gently.

But now, you don't mention it anymore.

Dad, you used to watch cartoons with me. Remember, every night at 5: 30, you see Doraemon is more exciting than me. Every time we watch Doraemon on the sofa, something new can be created, and then we all tremble with laughter because of Nobita's useless laughter, and we have no strength at all. Then mother looked at us helplessly while holding the dishes to be washed.

But dad, Doraemon is still on, but we seldom have time to sit together and watch an cartoon or TV series and laugh as happily as before.

Mom, you used to read stories and nursery rhymes with me. Remember, every time you come to see me at my grandmother's house, I always tell you the children's songs I learned in kindergarten and pester you to tell fairy tales. You were happier than me, and your mood changed with the ups and downs of the story. Then my father smiled and hugged me and my mother, saying that we were a gift from God.

But mom, there will still be fairy tales of princes and princesses, and people who come out of kindergarten will still sing children's songs in a low voice, but we rarely have the opportunity to read stories or say something interesting and chat happily as before.

Dad, in the past, we would secretly go out to play without telling our mother, go shopping and watch movies, and then sit in KFC and drink coke and eat French fries, so someone looked at us holding hands and smiled enviously.

Mom, we used to fold lucky stars together and put our wishes in them. Finally, it took a long time to fold 100 1 and put it on the bookshelf. All the people who come to my house always envy me that I have a mother who can play with me when they see that bottle of colorful stars.

Dad, we used to hide our mistakes from each other. Then mom found out and pretended not to know, and then every time mom found out, she said we didn't collude.

Mom, we used to make handicrafts together. At that time, all the handicrafts I took out were very beautiful. I always say that I have a beautiful mother who can make handicrafts, and I am a happy child in the world. Then my father will say that I can kiss up at such a young age.

Mom and Dad, why have we become a little distant? The temper is getting worse and worse, and the words are getting more and more impulsive. We seldom talk completely once.

I don't know why I have become so headstrong. I know clearly that I shouldn't say this sentence. You are right, but I still can't help losing my temper and showing my face. Finally, I made a mess.

Sometimes because of these things, we quarrel more and more frequently. Even once, dad, you almost hit me.

Mom and Dad, what happened to us?

Mom and dad, it's afternoon. Mom is sleeping and dad is busy in the kitchen. How quiet it was this afternoon, so quiet that there was only a slight sound of boiling water except the typing sound of fingers falling on the keyboard.

How long has it been since we talked?

The gap between us seems to be getting bigger and bigger, and the gully is getting deeper and deeper, just like the wrinkles on your face and the white hair on your head. Over time, the rivers merged into the sea, sketching out the scars with nowhere to hide.

I always thought you were young. You won't get old.

But now, I can only tell myself that you are really old.

I can stand beside you now. I am no longer such a timid child hiding behind you.

I took the stairs with you and got nothing. You are breathless with fatigue.

I have taught you some operations several times, but you forget them once.

Once, mom, you stood in front of the mirror and casually said "I am old", but I could see the sadness and loneliness on your face.

And that day, dad, you were so depressed in front of the computer and called yourself so stupid. Even with such a simple typing, I stood in front of you for a long time, holding back my tears and laughing, saying, whoever says you are stupid, I will fight for it.

The hands of the clock are ticking. I sit in front of the computer doing nothing, but I remember a lot.

So much, so much.

For example, the rainstorm that lasted for several days that year flooded the way out. Dad, you carry me on your shoulders, step by step across the water that doesn't reach your waist and take me out. It's been so long that I forgot what you and your mother were like at that time, but I still remember clearly that the moment you carried me behind your back, your back was like the most solid backer. No matter how dangerous and difficult it is, I don't have to worry about anything as long as I firmly rely on you.

For example, mom, you will watch me stay up late and stay with me on the pretext of knitting. Where do you knit sweaters? Stand up and make me a refreshing cup of hot tea, heat a thermos bottle to keep me warm, and let my father prepare supper for me.

For example, dad, you can cook so many delicious dishes. You will buy shrimp, because I said dad's salty shrimp is delicious, and it took me a night to cook it for me; You will clean all the bones of the fish and make fish cakes for me, because I said eating fish is too much trouble. My mouth has become so picky. Last time I had lunch at school occasionally, I was in a particularly bad mood and I was hungry at noon.

For example, mom, you obviously don't like me reading novels and comics, but every time I pass by the bookstore and look up at someone else's new book, you always give in to my request and buy it for me, and then stand by and watch me dance with a smile.

For example, dad, you will give up a good TV series without reruns because you want to take me back to cram school. You always wait for me at the teacher's downstairs 10 minutes in advance, and you are afraid that I won't see you at the door when we finish school early. I said you didn't have to pick me up. You said you didn't trust me to be outside alone at night. I was all you had.

For example, mom, every time you dictate Chinese words to me, you always sit next to me with my book and read it word by word like a student, so the words are very uncommon and you often turn over such a big Chinese dictionary.

For example, when dad tried to hit me so angrily that day, you held your right hand so high, paused in the air for a few seconds, and finally retracted your hand. I was shocked that day, but I also saw you turn around and walk away quickly. Tears never escaped my eyes for a moment.

For another example, we had just quarreled last month, and my eyes soon filled with tears. I told my mother I was sorry. You wiped my tears with a towel and said, "Never mind, just don't do this in the future." I believe you can do it. "

Mom and Dad, do you know? In fact, every time I quarrel with you, my tears are because I hate myself, which makes you disappointed and sad. I really hated myself at that time and even said those words to you who loved me deeply.

Mom and Dad, do you know? Every time I get that unsatisfactory result in the exam, I know that my knowledge is not solid, but I still find various excuses to say it is a mistake. I'm not looking for a reason not to be scolded. I just don't want you to worry about me and let you down. I just want you to know that your daughter can really do it.

Mom and dad, my tears drop by drop on the keyboard and between my fingers, cold.

Mom and dad, I want to cry when I think about how hard you have worked.

Mom and Dad, I want to cry when I see your white hair.

Mom and dad, I want to cry as soon as I see you are so sad that you can't eat.

Mom and dad, I have a lot to say, and I have been hiding them in my heart.

Mom and dad, I want to earn a lot of money and then take you to many countries and beautiful places that I want to go but have never been to. Take your father to Rome, take your mother to Paris, and my favorite Prague.

Dad, I want to find the best conditioner in the world. I want your hair to be dark and thick.

Mom, I want to take you to the best hospital to treat your heart so that you are not so tired.

Mom and Dad, I still have a lot to say. Mom and Dad, I still have a lot of things to do.

But mom and dad, mom and dad, I can't do anything now. I can only cry and think, grow up quickly and make money quickly. Don't make mom and dad so hard and tired.

Mom and Dad, will you wait for me? When I become so powerful that day, I will stop time and you will not be old.

Mom and dad, you'd better get busy.

Mom and Dad, I have rehearsed some words for a long time, but every time I see you, these words get stuck in my throat and I can't speak.

Mom and dad, I'm sorry. Please forgive my willfulness.

Mom and Dad, I love you.

Love your daughter the most: little darling.

June 65438+10/October 65438+March 2007