Today is father's day, just in time for school holidays, so I went home early in the morning. Yesterday I was thinking of buying a gift for my father. What should I buy? Thinking about it, he decided to buy two bottles of wine. My father likes to drink two cups, and I buy health medicine, good health, and good, but good.
When I got home, I saw my father sitting on the back seat beside the door reading the newspaper and wearing an old mirror. When my young father unexpectedly also want to wear presbyopic glasses, that had always takes pride in his eyes father, now didn't wear presbyopic, may need to use a magnifying glass to see the words in the newspaper. In the past few years, my father has really aged a lot.
It takes two weeks for the school to take a vacation, and sometimes it's time to study, hold a meeting or watch, or even go home for a month. But as soon as I get home, there will be a lot of laughter. They listened to me talk about the school, and listened to my class, the dinner table, the atmosphere was much more lively. When he saw me coming home, my father got up to help me with the iron gate, but I was faster. I opened the door and went straight in. "Today is father's day. Two bottles of wine."
See me give the wine, father is happy. But mom was pulling her face away, and she didn't stop nagging my dad about drinking. I joked with my mother, "are you jealous because I didn't give you a gift on mother's day? I'm calling to go home, but you have gone to putuo mountain. I'm sorry. Today dad is the biggest, must accompany father to drink two cups." Mother repeatedly said that need not use, laugh. My daughter is a sweet little cotton-padded jacket. Who says no? Because the daughter is more careful, more timid, my careless brother forgot. I called him last night and he said it was bad. Later he said he was going to cook some dishes for his father. He was better than me, and his meals were made by our brother and sister alone at home.
The younger brother brought up the hot meal. It smells good. With a strong bouquet of wine, we raise a glass to wish dad a happy holiday. Then at the dinner table, my father and my brother talked about last night's game. My mother and I were talking about the school, the school, the home, the family...
I looked up at my father, and I found that I did not dare to look too closely, for fear of seeing more white hair. I know the father who is not good at expression, only know the happy father on the face, the heart must want to shed tears.
And at this moment, my tears are not obedient.
