Midsummer is always hot and dry, and the galloping summer breeze is inexhaustible. The sycamore casts a long and narrow shadow, and the grass and trees are bathed in sunlight, listening to the sound of hunting wind and traffic.
This is a necessary way to get to kindergarten, which is noisy, crowded with people, misty smoke and dust, and the perennial leaves of the trees beside the road are covered with ash.
I looked back at my father, who was pretending to be fine, with short hair as ink as neat and neat, and followed me with a proud pace, for fear that I would be lost and lost. A turquoise sycamore leaf fell in front of my eyes, and I reached out and grabbed it. The palm-sized sycamore leaves are wrapped in a hazy light gold layer in the sun, and they are very beautiful. I didn't care about the declaration that I wouldn't send it to school, and I excitedly ran to my father's side with a sycamore leaf, "Dad, look! Dad seemed surprised, and then replied, "Yes! What a beautiful leaf. "So, my dad took me by the hand and went to kindergarten.
From then on, on the way to school, there will always be a sycamore leaf that has fallen into the red dust in the misty smoke and dust to be carefully wiped clean, in the midsummer sunshine, or the fragrance of golden autumn, the cold wind in winter, and the vitality of spring are lifted high, in the laughter of the little girl and the promise of the father for the summer of flowing gold and stones, in the smoke and dust to open a piece of coolness and clarity. But the girl grew up and left.
Father and Me" Qin Xiaowu is 9 years old.
Selected from the "Children's Painting Garden" International Children's Calligraphy and Painting Competition.
The paulownia leaves have fallen, and the sycamore trees have sprouted, but I don't know.
It's the middle of summer again, and we come back to this road, and you pick a green sycamore leaf and say, "Look, you used to like to pick this!" "I was in a trance, as if I had gone back in time, but it wasn't. You're not tall anymore, because I'm almost as tall as you, and a few strands of gray hair have been added to my short pitch-black hair. It seems that yesterday you were strong, but today you are old.
I'm grown up, and you don't have to worry about me getting lost anymore. But you are like a hero's end and a beauty's twilight, and you have lost to the irresistible passing years. The sycamore is still green every year, but you are old. The pheasant eagle became a sturdy falcon and wanted to protect the eagle and stand side by side with it, but found that the eagle could no longer keep up with it.
It turned out that the hero was in his twilight. I just wish that time slowed down, a little slower, until I can stand side by side with you, enjoying the summer sun and the winter wind.
The road in front of me is still long and endless, the sycamore is still luxuriant, the wind passes through the treetops, and the sun is just right. Even though I am full of holes and old age, I am still by your side, just like back then, you were by my side.
Essay Review: This article shows the deep affection between the author and his father and the changes of time. The plane trees are still green, but my father is old. This transformation makes the author lament the cruelty of time and the preciousness of fatherly love. The whole text is sincere and moving, and the description is delicate and appropriate. Through the imagery of midsummer scenes and sycamore leaves, the author expresses his deep longing for his father and his feelings about the passage of time. The text shows the ruthlessness of time, but also the greatness and eternity of fatherly love. The whole article evokes the reader's thoughts and memories of family, family affection and time by describing the relationship between father and son.
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