My father

Spring Festival is approaching, transport during the Spring Festival Road, the pedestrian is permeated with a happy face, a wandering heart has long been unable, full of yearning for home.
In the twinkling of an eye, the Spring Festival came, with bursts of spring, with warm winter, comforting each homesick heart. Thirty years, as warm as in spring, a family of three, around which, this is happiness. Father after a morning of busy, preparing a table for the dinner reeky, filled with joy, please waiting for me PolyU DBA.
The seasons of the year, wandering outside, parents' voice appearance often surfacing, memory is the only place. Every festival, dear, as the only son in the family, a day, only the Spring Festival can with his family. Today, father very happy, shouting, pulled my companion, he drank a few cups. Even though the mother was worried about his body, kept discouraged, but a cup of wine is still a little decrease, the father's face gradually rosy. At this time quietly watched his father, only to find, day in and day out, year after year, father slowly old.
Home, let me feel warm. Home, my source of the cherished place, my endless yearning. Lying in bed, thinking in the evening the father, tossing and turning, memory quietly put me back to childhood, back to the father, the mother of youth.
1, when the family is very poor. Father do temporary workers in a factory, the mother side of the work, take care of me. Remember that winter is particularly cold, every time I go to the father's work time, I hurriedly ran out of the house, in the alley mouth waiting for the father came home. Every time when the father, is unable to hold oneself back up, took the father's hand bag, took out a hot steamed stuffed bun, happy in his mouth, delicious and father walk home. Until then, his father changed jobs, mother told me, it is the father of overtime of the hair in the factory, the father not willing to eat.
In 2, father, mother care, I gradually grew up, began to go to school. But home is far from school, so send me by father riding a bicycle, I feel the warmth is not only a bed, and a father his broad thick back, every time the bicycle, on his body, I can always sense the vast especially at ease and peace. Is the father of the solid back and arms, with hard work, take one family life, thanks to his father, let me be light of heart from care growth Cloud Provider.
3, junior high school, I started infatuated with the Internet, always came home very late, grades suffer a disastrous decline. Treat me once again skipping and a failing report, father very angry. And his father have been convinced that "sticks out dutiful son" famous, has been using his famous "push" with me. But for the operator to me, always ignore, still persist in one's old ways, habits. Father also slowly turned into disappointment and despair by expectations.
4, the university entrance exam, I was at home all day facing the computer, No. Because the score is too low, affect the enrollment rate, so that none of the repeat school would take. It was my father rode his old bike, run in the high schools, with a child's heart, touched the headmaster, let the school took me in. When I got the admission to the University, his father saw of her father more than I do, more exciting.
5, just graduated from University, I went to the hospital to do the operation, one month postoperative recovery, every day I lie in bed, inconvenient action, is the father to accompany me to the hospital treatment, asks for leave in the home cooking for me, watching me, hear my voice in the middle of the night, lift me up has been taken care of. When I walk into society, to find work and worry, father to comfort me, I do not worry, do not have the mental burden.
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I thank my parents for giving me the irreplaceable in life -- life! Thanks for their fosterage, feeding. Middle aged, connecting, I also slowly into mature, I was silent for the kindness of parents, please forgive me, a naughty, young ignorance. To dear say to you -- thank you!