In my heart, my mother is strong and keeps everything in order at home, while my father "lets go". As long as I can remember, I have never seen my father do housework or cook once. However, during the period when my mother was ill in bed after the operation, what my father did surprised me and I couldn't help but want to give my father a compliment.
This is probably the first time my father has cooked. It's embarrassing to watch my serious father busy making soup for my mother. My father studied the recipe carefully, and I couldn't help secretly worrying about my father's pretense of calmness. "My father has never cooked, and even if he has a recipe, he is unlikely to make a delicious meal." I thought about it and prepared to "rescue".
There is a smell of paste, I smell it. It came from the kitchen. I ran to the kitchen, only to find my father looking at the menu selflessly. I rushed over, immediately cut off the power supply, and opened the window to smell like paste. My father looked at my helpless eyes to react. My father smiled and said awkwardly, "Who hasn't failed in the past? Try harder and you will succeed next time? " Then he pushed me out of the kitchen and started a second attempt.
I don't know how long it took, but a smell attracted my nose. I just wanted to ask dad if he made it. Dad brought out a dish and it was dripping. I can't help but give my thumbs up and praise my father.
I worked hard all morning, eating the dishes cooked by my father. I seem to understand a lot. Isn't my father's spirit of not giving up, being brave in trying and facing failure optimistically exactly what I need now? Only by turning the grief of failure into the motivation to set sail again can we sail and sail without fear of the baptism of wind and rain.
Give your father a compliment because you will learn a lot from it all your life. Only by learning these things can we go further and further in the journey of life. ...