囧次元动漫 https://www.9ciyuan.com/

Nov. 06 , 2007 My father’s birthday
　　
　　 I don’t care for birthday things. So I seldom sent my father gifts for his birthday, especially when I was very young, exactly before I got married. But I do care for my father’s birthday very much after my daughter, Dengyiming, was born. It’s true that those who are father know what a father feels for his children, therefore, respect and love their father much deeper.
　　
　　 I rarely take a leave when I am at work. But I asked the director of my department for a leave of half day yesterday. I got to my elder brother’s store at 13:00. However, we didn’t set off untill 16:00, because of his business. It’s already dusk when we arrived at my father’s home that was about 40 minutes away from our small city by bus. My wish of taking the good advantage of the nice day to take some photos for my father didn’t come true. I thought that I was the one who really knew my father, and the one who was like him most: kind, always thinking for others, working hard, loving his children within deeply not betraying without.
　　
　　 At the sight of my parents, their blaming words full of love and concern greeted us:"We told you it’s unnecessary to come home, and we know you are very busy in recent days."
　　
　　 I didn’t say anything, just smiling. But there was a voice inside:"Nothing can keep me from taking part in my father’s birthday as long as I am in Zjj City."
　　
　　 My father is now 66 years old. I should have visited my parents more. But sometimes my work keeps me, sometimes my daughter needs me, sometime I have my own tihings. I came to know that it’s a little late that I care for my parents when I was a father. I could do more for them when I was much younger, but I was then unware of the importance.
　　
　　 My father looked like older than the last time I visited him. I knew, it’s because of my younger brother’s business. My father worked harder, so that he could pay his youngest son’s debt of about 370,000 RMB after he had paid the debt of 100,000 for him last year.
　　
　　 My heart hurt at the sight of my father’s grayer and less hair, but I was much angrier when I heard that my younger brother himself played somewhere when my father was very busy. I wondered when my younger brother could behave like a grown-up. Perhaps he forgot his father was already 66 years old.
　　
　　 My mother often complained about my younger brother, but what I could do was just not to talk about him, which would always be the unpleasant resource. The good news was the my parents’ health condition were good. As a matter of fact, it’s not very difficult to pay off the debt in two or three years if my younger brother and his wife worked hard as my father did. I couldn’t help being angry when I thought of that, not the debt, but their laziness.
　　
　　 I appealed my parents many times to live with me, but they refused me. They loves to live in countryside where they have more acquaintances, they have their own busines, and they still want to do more for their children.
　　
　　 My thought was as free as a wild horse while my parents were watching Tv. I didn’t like watching teleplays produces domestically. We talked about things in village during the advertising-time.
　　
　　 In order to catch the earlier bus next day, I had to sleep at midnight, though four of us were talking merrily.
　　 I wished my father will have good time every day, he is a very kind man.
　　 I happened to had a beautiful dream at night. Oh, it’s about some girl I didn’t know.