看着公交车上 ，携着大包小包的那几个中年男人，看着他们脸上滚滚的汗珠，紧张的表情 ，看着他们衣衫褴褛，土里土气，让我深深想起了我的老爸。前几年，他一个人独自漂泊在外 ，为了我们的家，为了妈妈和我，远离家乡、漂泊在外 ，为的就是把那一包包行李换成比他少很多很多的钞票... 车在前行，看着艰难的他们站在那里，我又想起如今病危的爸爸一个人孤零零的守在家里 ，也许在望着电视机发愁；在这傍晚的时分，也许他正忙碌着准备晚餐；或许正在思念他流落远方的女儿... 这么多年过去了，爸爸双手撑起整个家 ，终日汗流浃背，月月柴米酱醋盐，使整个家庭走到今天 ，最不能忘记的就是爸爸的努力与付出 。如今，我学成归来；如今，我也背着行李远走他乡；如今，我可以独立了；如今 ，我们有了新的房子，新的家；如今，眼看着我们的幸福生活即将来临 ，然而眼前这个突如其来的消息令我震惊，我的脸上浮现出了往日没有的镇定，只为不让你看到我的忧伤... 在已逝的十七个年头里 ，不浪费掉了多少爸爸的爱；在已逝的十七个年头里，不知多少次伤透了爸爸的心；不知道有多少次还记得起给家里回个电话，给过爸爸一声问候......过去的种种 ，只因我年少无知，我想我也应该为亲情奋不顾生那么几次。 陷入沉思中深深怀旧，竟然忘记给他们让个座 ，公交戛然停车，是那几个人要下车了......
我连自己也不明白，如今的坚强是真的还是假的，更加分不清楚 ，眼前的乐观是故作还是假装。随着年龄的增长，我明白了太多太多... 一生还长！路，还长...我 ，还需要成长 。
Looking at the bus, carrying the middle-aged man with big bag, looking at the sweat, nervous expression on his face, looking at their clothes Rustic, so that I deeply remembered my father. In the past few years, he alone drifted alone, for our home, for the mother and me, stay away from hometown, drifting outside, for the package, the bag bag is replaced with a lot of banknotes than him ... Going forward, looking at the difficulties standing there, I remember that a person who is ill now, a person who is alone, maybe I am looking at the TV. In this evening, maybe he is busy preparing for dinner; perhaps I miss the daughter of his distant ... so many years have passed, and Dad has a whole home, and the day is sweating. Today, I have collected returning; now, I also carry luggage far away; now, I can independence; Today, we have a new house, new home; now, look at our happiness life is coming, however, At the moment, this sudden news made me shocked. My face turned out the calm of the past, just for you to see my sadness ... In the past seventeen year, how many Dad do not waste? Love; in the past seventeenth year, I don't know how many times I hurt my father's heart; I don't know how many times, I still remember to give a call to my home, giving my father a greeting ... past Various, only because I am less than I don't know, I think I should also be a few times for my family. I was deeply pregnant, I have forgotten to give them a seat, the bus is going to stop, and the few people have to get off ...
I don't even understand myself, now the strong is really true or Fake, even more unclear, the optimism in front of me is pretending. With the growth of age, I understand too much ... I have a long life! Road, still long ... I, you still need to grow.
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