Grudges, resentments, respect and love..

discontent

I have a very ordinary father, engaged in repair work.

At a young age, he was often not at home all day, night is always a fall sleep, he in my heart like the rainbow in the sky, gradually weakened.Once, in a friend's house to play, the door came the voice of his father, a friend to the full force of the spring storage, jumped out of the door, I will sit in the house alone, almost stopped breathing, stay looking at the door.He is jumping back, in the hands of a new toy box with bouncing rang rang, he deliberately shake, box, let me dazzling.Friend became my idol.

I have some dissatisfaction to his father.

resentment

Father and ate dinner that night a sleep, I lie prone on the bed, hand on his shoulder, climbing throughput to clarify my will, free from my hand him several times, several times rolled over, only reluctantly agreed.But the new toys, like the water of the month, always make up.

Jealous friend again a new toy, I finally couldn't help it.His day off, I took some KuQiang beside him and shook his hand, he did not agree, and began to cry, from request to request, the last hard pulling the stout arms, goes to the grocery store, he suddenly break, I fell down, he called me for the first time.Other people's father became my idol.

I some resentment against his father.

reverence

I started from dad.Father touched my head and said: "good, to pour me a glass of water."I "hum", white his one eye, "escape".Other people's dad much good, can buy toys, brings happiness.

A weekend, I dull to look at television, the screen suddenly become a silvery white, like the universe black hole, suck me.In the evening, I saw my father was carrying a box, squatting in front of the TV, iron things like fingers, one of the flexible set, black hole "sent" by him go immediately.Wow, good job.

I go after primary school, every Friday afternoon he rode to his car salesroom.He really has a divine power, rolling motor as the patient of his hand, compliant for inspection, while the owner was riding "cured" of a serious illness car away.Suddenly broke into the field of vision, a figure of a friend of his father pushing a "disease" bus, raise your smile on my face, the friend's father, take docile post like children, I think: ah, even if again, also from the garage.His father is my idol.

I started to worship the father.

The wind walk warmth, ruthlessly moonlight and some bleak, people can only reluctantly put on your coat.I am sitting in front of his father's motorcycle, hot air.Motorcycle jet the paint coating on the steel, cold I like radishes cold fingers, is going to stick, I sneezed, father suddenly stopped his car, took off his coat and gloves, wear to me, I took a mouth, air conditioning, into the heart, has become a warm blood, flowing body.

Toys can't impress me, my idol in my heart more sure - his father, and his body, how tall, dexterous hands, the business end one by one and the two big eye, a warm.

My fragile heart has been surrounded by love, dissatisfaction and resentment were to melt, gradually show reverence and the bud of love, I will be with the idol, with his love, open the flowers of love in the life on the road.