Maybe it's the change brought about by growing up. For a while, I was alienated from my father and even conflicted with him.
Under my insinuation, my father naturally understood something. He would not hold my hand and pat me on the shoulder, but sometimes he was still worried.
Remember that day very clearly. He happily arranged with his friends to go to the bookstore, but my father stubbornly sent me, and kept on saying "social security is very disorderly", "there are many thieves on the road" and so on. I was on the side, but absent-minded. When I arrived at the crossroads, I begged my father to go back. I didn't want my friends to see his honest body. He couldn't help but nod his head reluctantly. I breathed a sigh of relief and walked away without looking back.
The sunshine in March is charming, showing off one's posture with gorgeous coat. This kind of enchanting makes people sleepy. They cover their forehead with their hands and turn around carelessly, but they accidentally find the shadow at the crossroads, which are very anxious eyes.
Step naturally stop, the shadow, so firmly waiting. The sun darkened his forehead. Those eyes keep looking at the distance, his eyes are very concentrated, but some confused, but his eyes have love.
I stood so numb, watching him search for me in the crowd, and relaxed his frown, and smiled easily. The sun at this moment stopped restless, the air, wet people want to cry. I stabilized my mood, controlled my tears and smiled at my father.
Walking all the way, feeling the eyes of love behind me, I suddenly found that I have a lot, maybe it can't hold, can't see, but it really makes you feel happy.
Father's love is like a well, his eyes can't measure the depth, and his heart can't see through the ups and downs. Maybe he will only wait with his eyes of love, but in fact, it is the most real happiness of his children