Dad, thank you for letting me be your daughter.

On Sunday, June, 2065438 17, the weather was fine.

Dear Dad:

Almost everyone will say that the daughter is the mother's little cotton-padded jacket and the daughter is the father's little lover in his last life, as if this is the perfect family relationship between parents and children. After the age of 20, time gradually made me understand that the simple and ordinary mode of getting along is also a kind of parent-child. I may not be my mother's little cotton-padded jacket, nor your little lover, as long as I am your daughter.

When the lunar calendar is approaching October, you called me one night and said in a very ostentatious tone: I will go home tomorrow morning.

"Well, then what?"

"What do you want to eat? I bought it from the street and sent it to you. "

"Let me think about it. I want to send you a WeChat. "

Last year, I was most proud of teaching you to use WeChat, which is a high-tech thing for you. I speak every word seriously, from registering an account, adding friends, sending pictures, sending voices and recording small videos, while you sit next to me and listen carefully with a stool. In this regard, our little niece expressed her doubts: Aunt, why do you always repeat what you said?

"Because her father is stupid!"

All little girls can be strong and grow into what she wants to be. But her wish that the men around her are not old has never come true. Hey, dad, you're really getting a little old. When did I realize this? You like to ask me when I open the computer online shopping every weekend: What if the quality is not good?

"Go back, I have the right to return."

I learn everything quickly. Compared with other friends, I spend the shortest time. It seems that this superpower is not inherited from you, because I taught you a simple online shopping program for a week. Later, you listened to your mother's advice and gave me a list of things you wanted to buy every time. As long as I am at home and have the energy, I will definitely take you out shopping, okay? What I like best is that every time my mother chooses a dress to try on, you will say: this looks good. Then go to the counter to swipe your card.

I have never experienced the tenderness of a man and the love of an era, but I seem to see that young time from your eyes.

Everyone says that the poor raise their daughters and the rich raise their children. You have been putting this idea into practice for so many years, until your brother often wonders if he has been picked up. My brother and I are at home at the same time. The night before, we will discuss what we want to eat the next day at the dinner table. I always have everything I want to eat. My brother always buys according to my mother's mood. In this regard, he will stare at me: Girl, my parents are biased.

Later, my brother grew up, got married and had children. Every time I see him talking to his little niece, it's like seeing young you and young me. I don't know if it's influenced by your being a doctor. Your patience is so good that I don't think any father in the world will beat his children. In the past 20 years, you haven't even said a word with a little emphasis to me, but my brother said that you spanked me when I was a child. I can't imagine you scolding others angrily.

I can already see the wrinkles in your eyes when you laugh. "No, you are so obedient, why did you hit you?"

Everyone says that strict father is a loving mother, and I only have a loving mother and a loving father.

Children in the village have envied me since I was a child. They envy me having a father who can be my good friend, and they like you very much. So in the past few years when I was studying abroad, they often went to our house to have dinner and chat with you, and then called me and said, Your father is really great. There is no pressure to talk to him. No wonder you live so freely.

"Freedom" is the best gift you gave me in the footsteps of time.

I am your youngest child, I am your only daughter, and you regard me as the apple of your eye. Everyone knows that you have pimples. Even my uncle's brother-in-law pinched my cheek the first time he saw me and said, Oh, my pimples. Many boys in my class will call me "Big Miss, Little Princess". Even in high school, some people in my class called me "Miss Big". Now I still joke at the party: Hey, little princess, eat more meat.

No matter where my home is, Huizhou or Hangzhou, the place I want to go back is where you are. I have been an anthomaniac since I was a child. I don't want to go as long as I see beautiful flowers. You built a small garden for me. I used to live in my small village, but later I moved to the yard in Hangzhou where we live now. It's just that I only stay at home for a few days all the year round. Even so, you let me see them bloom in your own way, photos.

Walking in every corner, I have seen the desert and the ocean, but I love the flowers you took.

You have always been my father worthy of showing off, so I asked you in a joking tone: Dad, are you a little proud to have a daughter like me?

In the face of such a problem, you always nod and say: yes, yes.

Actually, I know if you don't tell me. I clearly remember that every time I go home and meet my colleagues in your community, when you introduce me, the light in your eyes flashes: This is my daughter, studying in Tianjin. Take me to the train station. When you meet a community security guard on the road, you will say hello and send your daughter to school. She has started school.

I remember many such things.

This summer, when I graduated, everyone in our class felt sorry for leaving. You called me and asked me what I was eating. You are so capable that you understand all my little emotions. On that day, I walked back and forth on the school stone road as usual, chatting with you about my feelings when I faced this last college time. That scene is very similar to when I was in trouble four years ago.

Do you remember what your parents did that impressed you?

I wrote below: "Probably during the military training in the university, he sent me to school, accompanied me to get a camouflage suit, then watched me gather in the sun, and then proudly said that I was dismissed and lazy. I laughed at him. With so many people standing together in the same clothes, how can you tell which one is me? He either said it or saw it. The fact is that I am really lazy, and even the little tricks that the recent instructor didn't see were seen by him. This is not touching at all, but I always remember it and am impressed, because I don't think anyone will ever see me in such a huge crowd again. "

Of course, you will never know these things. I grew up writing, and there seems to be nothing I love more than this. You like reading my articles on other platforms. Later, I changed my pen name slowly and frequently, and I have my own readers, so I no longer focus on a certain platform, but the awards and red certificates I took home prove to you that your little daughter is still working hard in places you can't see.

Where does my love for words come from? It comes from your love for books and grandpa's love for books, which made me believe one thing before I saw the true face of the world: if the heart is free, people will be happy.

I have never expressed my gratitude to you, and I still depend on you.

You are a father who knows fashion. When I was a child, every time I saw other girls wearing beautiful clothes, I tried to buy one for me, ignoring the difference between myself and other girls. After school, every weekend when I am free, you start to take me to various clothing stores. Before college, I didn't wear skirts. You bought me jeans and jeans of all colors and put me in the closet. Classmates and friends went home for dinner and filled a room, talking and laughing. Besides calling me out and handing me a pack of snacks for them to eat, you also let a group of us play there.

When you leave, you say to each of my classmates: Thank you for coming. My girl has a bad temper, and sometimes she does bad things. Please remind me more. At the end of the day, one of my girlfriends cried. She turned to me and said, You are really happy. My father never cared about me.

You drank a little wine that day, and there were many guests, which is inevitable. I've been listening to you talking, and your figure is a little wobbly, so I'll help you: okay, dad, you're drunk, go to sleep inside. The uncle next to him said, "Your father is happy, not drunk."

In this world full of temptation and rebellion, you protect me so well that I wonder if I can still smile every day after leaving you. I hesitate. Instead, you told me in a positive tone: Don't worry, my raised daughter can live well everywhere.

I don't believe in fate, I believe in you.

From studying in the north four years ago to working in the south this summer, you gave me 100% confidence and support. No parents don't want their children to be with them, but you said that you had to experience everything when you were a child, so you didn't know what you wanted. I have never studied the existence of paternal love for maternal love. At that moment, I realized that this was a father's love for his daughter, and I would miss him wherever I went, so I let go.

I remember you always told me that every time I saw a girl about my age, if she was in trouble, she would want to help her because he would always think of me.

Although I am the treasure in your palm, I was taught by you. I think I am willful but not arrogant. I was always happy when I was a child and when I grew up. I am lucky 95% of the time. What about the remaining 5%? I can spend it at any time. I am more lively, cheerful and comfortable than when I was a child. Generally speaking, I am a three-good student in life. I often feel that it is especially good to be alive. In my eyes, many things are beautiful. I have a lot of energy and love, and sometimes I can use them to infect others. I am really happy.

You always like to tell me some chicken soup tips like a friend. A girl's real rich state should be well-informed, with many friends and no shortage of food, clothing, housing and transportation, but she will still be very happy by a beautiful dress or sweep away the haze because she has eaten delicious food. She will forgive the world for watching a good movie and listening to a good song, and will not make a fuss, but she will still be the happiest herself.

Thank you for giving me the most perfect life and experience in the world, which makes me a little naive.

Because of you, I have grown into a good girl.

Dad, thank you. Thank you for letting me be your daughter.

I love you very much. This is a secret that everyone knows.