My son and my father are a pair of natural enemies, and the father and my father's relationship makes me laugh and cry. I know that my father loves me very much, and I also know that I love my father very much. But we, who are also the eldest son, have our own majesty, and my father also has his own creed. After meeting two completely different majesties, a tension will inevitably arise.

That year, when I was in my second year of high school, my father was seriously injured in the engineering team and his head was on the ground. It is said that he had just saved his life. At that time, I only knew that my mother had something to go to the provincial capital, but I didn't know what my mother did. Until one day when I got home, my grandma helped my mother take care of the housework. My grandma might not be able to bear the torment brought to her by hiding her, so she told me about the injury and mother's care. After listening, I didn't speak for a long time, and my mind was in a mess.

My mother called the house and I answered the phone. I heard my mother's peaceful voice, which was both kind and angry.

"Why don't you tell me about my father's injury?" I asked crying. I heard my mother comforting me all the time. My mother said to me: "It's useless to tell you. I think your father will be fine before I tell you!" The moment of sadness made me cry suddenly. Grandma took the receiver and continued to tell my mother that I sat aside and cried bitterly. At that moment, I felt so pitiful that I didn't have the ability to take care of my father when he was seriously injured.

When I saw my father, my father had almost recovered. There were still many bruises on my father's face that had not yet gone. When my father saw us, he smiled knowingly. I stood in front of my father, not knowing what to say, and tears in my eyes were spinning. I was already very satisfied to see my father appearing in front of us in such a state. During the time when my father was injured, my young heart was always worried about my father's injuries. I was worried that I would lose my father. Children without a father were pitiful and helpless.

Since my father was injured, his temper became extremely irritable. He was completely different from his before. Although his father had a bad temper, he would not be able to stop at all. Although his father's injury seemed to recover from the appearance, the injury caused great damage to his nerves. Sometimes even if you tell him something very ordinary, he could be furious. Then, when I was young, I was too naive and always felt that my father was too unreasonable. So many times, when I was doing it with my father, I would take it back in person as long as my father was wrong.

Later, conscience awakened me, and I began to realize that the reason why my father was so easy to get angry was not because he was willing to do that, but because his physical function made him unable to help but get angry. I began to try to be tolerant, do ideological work for many relatives around me, and tell them to be considerate of his father's "bad temper" and not always blame him. Although I often enlightened her in front of my mother, what I heard most during that time was my mother's repeated complaints, and she always said that my father's words were.

She had enough of a temper. I could understand my mother's complaints, but I blamed her for being unpatiful. I was thinking that the opposition between my mother and her father would not be beneficial to her father's recovery. My soberness is that I did not feel tolerant or patient in front of my father, because I did not have tolerate and patient myself, let alone that my mother has always been with her. Even if my mother is at fault, the greatest person is still her.

His father's injury caused him to bear a lot of pressure, with the psychological burden brought to him by life and the trouble caused by illness. However, no one can understand his helplessness and pain, and he can only recover slowly by himself. As a middle-aged man, he is lonely and helpless. His son is young and does not understand him, and his parents are older and cannot understand him.

When I was in my senior year, my mother went out to work and left her father at home. During the time when my mother went to work, my father not only did not relax, but instead took on more. He not only had to do housework well, but also took into account the farm work in the fields, and also took on the role of our mother.

My father rode a motorcycle to deliver food to me, and in the drizzle, he was soaked all over. I stood at the door of the dormitory and saw the fatigue and haggardness on my father's face. Suddenly, I felt so distressed. Although my father's temper was not as good as before, his love for me did not weaken at all. At that time, I didn't want to see my father again at school, because every time I saw my father giving for me, I felt heartbroken and sad.

My father has changed in recent years, and he has become much softer than before. He has become a grandfather and is more optimistic than before. However, the burden on his shoulders has not been removed, and he is still running for me and my brother. Last time I took care of him, I saw that my father's temples were white. I was joking and told my father about his head. My father just smiled faintly, and he said that it was time to be white.
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