About that time, my guilty inscription.

Time can't erase your back, nor can it erase the tears in your eyes. That time, you cried, and I felt guilty.

I still remember that at noon that day, you came to see me at school as usual. And I came to see you excitedly just after the exam.

You are not seen in the dormitory and canteen, and your interest disappears with the passage of time. "What a countryman! I got lost when I entered the school!" "I complained angrily, but I saw you coming slowly from the opposite side, smiling." Where have you been! " "I am very angry. I have an exam this afternoon! You didn't mean to waste my time! "

You're still smiling. "I made you hot water." "Who told you to bubble? You know how long I've been looking for you! " I'm still angry, but my tone is still much slower. "Let's eat!" You hold my hand. Those are rough, tanned hands. I feel a little distressed.

I read the following table, ah, it's almost noon, so I threw you the meal card in a hurry. "Eat it yourself!" "I left in a hurry.

But soon, you appeared in front of me. You said you wouldn't eat, but you still have something for me. Then he took out a bag of apples. "Where are my milk and biscuits?" "I forgot to buy!" "Who wants to eat apples! Go home if you don't eat! " "Then you go to eat!"

"Don't eat, don't eat, you go!" Say that finish, I hurried upstairs.

That summer, it was particularly hot and irritable. I frowned for five minutes before settling down in the comfortable air conditioner. There are only a few minutes to rest in the afternoon, and I have no intention of leaving the classroom.

Standing on the balcony, I still see you downstairs. Look at the stairs. Do you want to come up and let me eat? Sweat has penetrated your shirt, and you have been standing stupidly and hesitating. I'd like to ask you to blow the air conditioner to cool off before you go, but I'm afraid of classmates' jokes.

Finally, you left. Under the scorching sun, your back is so dazzling that it pierced my heart and left an indelible mark on my heart. It is a lost figure that I have never seen before, and my heart is uncomfortable.

"Dad came back and cried. What did you say to him? " Mom asked me on the phone.

What? A father, a man, will shed tears for his daughter and boys, and will not speak lightly! I froze, in front of me is your back, and inexhaustible tears.

At dusk, my tearful self hated my words and actions, but I only felt guilty about my father. ...