In the budding period of youth, we are in the spring of life, blooming like flowers. The students of this period not only have the persistent pursuit of ideals and full of enthusiasm, but also have pure friendship and clear love. Of course, there are also those unavoidable confusions, frustrations, tears and confusion. These elements are intertwined to paint a picture of life's purest, most dreams and passions. Far from the distractions of the world, it is extraordinarily vivid, vivid, fresh and simple. It flows with the desire for truth, goodness and beauty, and the admiration and praise of the best side of human nature. Every spiritual perception and every emotional fluctuation is a deep precipitation of life. In the bloom of life, every experience is like a petal, weaving our colorful life together.
Let the love continue. Three years ago, my father was diagnosed with cancer, and the news hit us like a boulder. His decision was admirable, and he chose to face it bravely and underwent surgery. That long scar, like a scar engraved on my heart, makes my heart ache whenever I think about it. This serious illness made my father lose a lot of weight, and his originally strong back is now slightly thin.
In order to better take care of her father, my mother resigned from her stable but distant job and started working as a helper near home. The father was busy with household chores at home, trying to ease the burden on the mother. Although the roles of the two have changed, their emotions remain deep. Every day after dinner, my mother did the laundry or made sweaters, and chatted with my father to share the bits and pieces of life. She always comforted me: "Your father's illness will get better soon." "In such a warm and harmonious atmosphere, I naively thought that my father had just experienced a minor illness. At that time, I still played outside after school every day after school, as I used to, and I didn't go home for dinner until my parents urged me again and again. Then complete the homework in the company of his father. At that time, I didn't have a deep understanding of my father's illness, and I just enjoyed this ordinary and beautiful time. However, life is not always calm, it is quietly choppy. One autumn night, my mother suddenly said to me, "Son, you should be more vigilant lately, and sleep in clothes at night." She didn't explain why, but I couldn't help but feel a little uneasy. That's almost a year after Dad was discharged from the hospital. As expected, a few days later, late one night, I was awakened by my mother's mournful shouts. I immediately jumped out of bed and rushed to their room. I saw my father's eyes roll and his face turned blue, and I was terrified. Mom was pinching Dad's middle and crying, "Quick! Put on your coat and go to the doctor! I instantly sobered up and shouted, "Dad, wait for me, I'll go find a doctor!" And he rushed into the dark and cold night. I ran wildly, banging eagerly on the doctor's door. "Doctor! Fast! Hurry up! I shouted hoarsely, tears streaming down my face. The doctor quickly packed up the medicine box and pulled me out of the door: "Hurry up, is your father in a bad condition?" I choked up and nodded, tears raging in my eyes. By the time we rushed home, there were already a few neighbors in the house. The doctor skillfully took out the injection from the medicine box, and my aunt put on my clothes and put her arms around me to comfort me: "Don't be afraid, your father will be fine." I stood there trembling and let the tears fall. I don't know how long later, there was a cheer in the house, followed by my mother's crying voice: "Okay, okay, slow down." My aunt also breathed a sigh of relief and excitedly pulled me into the house. Dad had opened his eyes, and his face had regained a little rosy. Mom had tears in her eyes and kept rubbing her father's hands. The doctor put the injection back in the box and comforted her mother softly: "It's okay now, don't be too sad." That night, my mother stood silently by my father's bedside like a guardian angel and never left. Although I don't have any extravagant hopes that my father will be able to break free from his illness, I only hope that my mother's deep affection will allow him to spend more time with us. Even a small moment is worth a thousand words. 