Dad’s car is always tied with two short red strips of cloth fluttering in the wind, which looks out of place with the constant flow of other vehicles. Seeing such bright red always makes me smile. I feel like it is spreading warmth all the way.

Grandma’s home is in a remote mountain village. There is a custom where two red strips of cloth are tied on the rearview mirror of the car, so that the driver will be safe and sound. Such a deep warmth and deep feeling Of course it was my grandma who cared about me. I have always thought so since I was a child.

As the sun sets in the west, the thick red color spreads across the sky, and even the snow on the roadside is reflected hazily and beautifully. The red cloth strip on the rearview mirror was particularly active today, waving its arms and spinning in excitement. I looked at him and smiled happily. It was New Year's Eve and it was time to reunite with my grandparents. My attentive grandma had to worry about my father again.

A sumptuous New Year’s Eve dinner is naturally indispensable. Under the orange-red lights, the family smiles happily. I walked out of the room alone, ready to enjoy the long-awaited gorgeous fireworks. Occasionally, I noticed a dark figure in front of my father’s car: gray hair, a heavy Chinese tunic suit and some worn-out cotton shoes, standing tremblingly in the snow. . It’s about Grandpa! He slowly bent over, and the tall grandfather in his impression was actually so thin, like a withered old tree, as if the wind would blow it down. My heart aches, much like I used to give my grandpa a hand. But curiosity made me choose to wait quietly. Grandpa carefully removed the red cloth strip from the rearview mirror and stuffed it into his pocket like a treasure. After a moment of silence, he stroked his father's car and pulled out two new red strips of cloth. Could it be that it was Grandpa who had been caring silently for so many years?

In my impression, Grandpa and Dad don’t look like a father and son at all. They never say hello and rarely talk. But every time when they send us home, Grandpa stares deeply and seems to be full of affection. Grandpa He always likes to hold my hand, gently touch my head with his wrinkled hands, and murmur: "What a smart kid, just like his dad..."

Grandpa is thinking He tied the cloth strips carefully, shook his head and took them off. He repeated this several times before tying two knots tightly with satisfaction and left quietly. The beating flame was left behind to warm the cold winter night... My father still had tasks at work on New Year's Day, so we had to leave there. I watched my grandfather's figure in the rearview mirror gradually move away and disappear. This accidental look back made me suddenly understand the deep love in my grandfather's deeply gazing eyes. The red cloth strips fluttering in the wind were still red, warming our hearts. Dad stretched out his hand and gently touched the flame. From the smile on her mouth, I seemed to understand the same deep affection of grandpa.

Accidental discovery (Part 2)

My father is the vast sea, and I am a small boat on the sea. Although I sail in the embrace of the sea all day long, I actually I can't understand the vastness of the sea until that night...

That evening, my father picked up his elderly grandfather from the countryside and discussed renovating his house. Grandpa's life was hard. He worked as a construction worker, worked as a coolie, and used black buns to send his father to the threshold of university... Whenever his father mentioned this, there was a hint of tenderness on his serious face, and there were tears in his stern eyes. Light.

That day, during dinner, my usually serious father became particularly easy-going. It not only talked to Grandpa slowly and calmly, but also gave Grandpa wine from time to time, put vegetables in Grandpa's bowl, and picked out the fish bones in Grandpa's bowl. He also asked his mother to make more overcooked and easy-to-chew rice for the next meal... "Dad, I must You need to eat enough!" my father said softly. I clearly saw my grandpa’s eyes were red.

After dinner, my father said that it was not easy for grandpa to come here once, and asked me to put down my homework and accompany him with him. I sat next to my grandfather, and my father brought him a cup of hot tea, and listened to my grandfather talk about the past events of his hometown... My father sometimes interrupted, sometimes thought deeply, sometimes his face was filled with happiness, sometimes showing nostalgia...

< p>My father brought a basin of water, and after washing Grandpa’s face, he brought a basin of hot water. He gently took off his grandfather's shoes and slowly put his feet in the water and scrubbed them. Grandpa felt a little uncomfortable, so he shook and said, "Your mother said when I came here that my son has a future, so Don't wash my feet anymore, it's a joke." The father stayed for a while and said, "Dad, I am still your son!" When he said this, the father's face was filled with happiness and pride, but the grandfather's eyes were full of joy. Yingying flashed tears of happiness.

After washing his feet, his father helped Grandpa into the room and replaced the towel with a blanket. That night, I couldn't sleep again. A series of my father's actions and words flashed in my mind from time to time. It was an accidental discovery. I was shocked to discover the gentle side of my father. Those things are not accidental, because my father's love for grandpa will never change.

That accidental discovery will allow me to understand the beginning of my father. That accidental discovery will be a key to the door of my life. That accidental discovery will be a valuable asset in my life.

Occasionally, I discovered the gentle side of my father. What I saw might be a silhouette of my father. However, I want to put sails on my little boat, set sail, and study my father's interpretation of "love" with great concentration in my father's sea to start the road to life!

Accidental discovery

My father never cared about my feelings, I always thought so.

Until that accidental discovery——

It was in the second year of junior high school. In order to prepare for the Level 5 piano test, I practiced hard every day, memorized the music score carefully, and played it over and over again, striving for perfection. Finally, the day of the exam came, and I came to the exam room with a nervous mood, imagining what it would be like when I got the Level 5 certificate. After a while I heard my name being called, I walked into the examination room with confidence and started playing. A beautiful melody flew out from my fingers, echoing in that small room... Just as I was intoxicated with the beautiful music I played, an unexpected thing happened - under my feet The pedal was empty, and for a moment, my fingers seemed to lose control. Helplessly, with the teacher sighing, I slowly walked out of the piano room. As soon as I walked out of the piano room, tears welled up in my eyes. After practicing so hard, there was no result, which really made me sad, and the confidence I had in myself at the beginning naturally disappeared.

When I got home, I threw away the practice music scores, tore up the piano practice plan, and sat in the room alone in a daze. At this time, a pair of strong hands put on my shoulders. I turned my head and saw my father standing next to me and smiling at me. "Dad, am I useless?" I whispered. "My child, this was just an accidental mistake. You made the mistake of giving up on yourself after the 'accidental'." My father said, calling me to the piano and said, "Come, let me also enjoy my daughter's music." I opened the I took off the piano cover and started playing. For some reason, the playing was so relaxed and smooth at this moment. After the song was played, there was applause from behind - my father's applause. I laughed, tears streaming down my face again.

I never thought that my father would encourage me when I was most sad and tell me how to face setbacks. In my memory, my father usually left early and came home late, and I never saw him once a day. I used to think that my father never cared about me or loved me, but I really didn't expect that my father was so loving. Some people say that a father's love is deep, and I realized it that time.

In the days to come, no matter what difficulties and setbacks I encounter, I will muster up the courage to start all over again. Because my father’s applause contained encouragement and hope for me, because that applause told me that the catalyst for success is not discouragement after failure, but the courage to start again.

Accidental discovery

Toddlers cannot do without their parents’ hand-in-hand support, which is a responsibility of deep love; couples with gray temples hold hands in the sunset Taking a walk together is the happiness of mutual support; reaching out a pair of helping hands in the vast sea of ??people is the fate of meeting each other by chance. Among friends, support is not necessarily just help, sometimes it is also competition.

She is my good friend. She has a chubby face, but she is cute, her nose is a bit small, and her bright eyes add to her appearance. She is good in everything, but there is one thing that always shouts in front of me: "I am taller than you! I am taller than you!" It's really annoying.

She is good at painting. The scenes of fighting in the sky, fish flying in the shallows, plum blossoms in full bloom, and tigers rushing through the forest are simply lifelike in her paintings. But the important thing is that we all have the same hobby: writing. So I signed up for the essay contest at the same time as him. In the next few days, our spare time was almost spent at the same place. Holding the essay topic in hand, we talked loudly, made associations, and discussed. The elf of fantasy was always reluctant to lower its flying wings...

On the day when the results of the competition were announced, I felt like carrying a little rabbit in my heart. When I heard that she won the award, I was both happy and nervous. If she can win the award, can I? As I read down the list of winners one by one, my heartstrings became tighter and tighter. Without my name, I was completely desperate. My heart seemed to have fallen into a bottomless abyss, and every nerve in my body was in pain. Her - Li Zhihan's condolences sounded in my ears: "Jun, it's okay, there will be a chance next time!" This sentence made me feel like she was making fun of me...

She said in the afternoon She was waiting for me on the playground, but I left alone. I didn't want to, and I didn't know how to face her.

In the evening she came to my house to find me out of curiosity. She happily took out a composition she had just finished and said, "Jun, please help me come up with a topic!" I did not answer. When I saw her big, bright, reflective eyes looking at me deeply, I couldn't help but say: "You are better at writing than me, do you still want me to teach you?" She was speechless. He left knowingly.

I went to participate in the essay competition the next day, and she knew about it. I once told her that the prize for this competition is a good book that I have dreamed of. At this moment, I wish she could come and accompany me into the examination room, although I have not forgiven her. After I came home from the exam, I saw her leaving my house in a hurry. I returned to my room and saw a beautifully wrapped gift on the desk. When I opened it, my heart trembled. Isn't this the book I wanted? I turned over the first page and found a small card: "Jun, I'm sorry." My eyes were moist. It was obviously not her fault, it was my fault in my composition, and I took it out on her. But she still apologized to me, Bao Yanjun, you are so hateful! Sister Hanhan, I'm sorry, please forgive me! I think of the days when I was with her again...

We have been together for six years. For that little thing, I rejected our relationship for these six years.

Sister Hanhan and I are now separated, but sometimes we can see each other a few times. However, even if she stands in front of me, I feel that she is so far away from me...

This is just by chance. I feel: Sister Hanhan is an indelible wound in my heart. Friends, shouldn't they light up each other's sky with a sincere heart? Shouldn't they turn into a shining pearl that shines in each other's heart? But I didn't do it.

Accidental discovery

By chance, I found that the grass in the stone crevice in front of the door had grown a new leaf. It turned out that it also wanted to repay the caress of spring. Occasionally, I heard the first sound of "Mom" from a babbling child. It turned out to be the most beautiful voice in the world. Occasionally, I discovered that love is everywhere!

"Mom, I'm here!" I stood under the eaves in front of the school, my anxious eyes finally shined. Ignoring the cold raindrops, I ran towards my mother's "warm" umbrella. . "Did you forget to bring your umbrella again?" Those reproachful yet loving words rang in my ears again. I said "Yeah" with a smile and got under my mother's big umbrella. In the rain, the backs of a mother and daughter gradually fade away.

I like raining, and I even prefer being under the same umbrella with my mother. It feels so warm. The rain seemed to wash away everything, and my mother seemed to warm everything. An umbrella allows my mother and I to be close together, reliving the feeling of lying in my mother's arms when I was a child. But at that moment, I unexpectedly discovered that my mother’s left shoulder was wet. Suddenly, a sour feeling surged in my heart. Thinking about the past, in fact, every time she picked me up when it rained, one of her shoulders was always wet. However, I didn't notice it, and even if I did, I didn't think much about it. But today, when I see an extremely familiar scene, my heart can no longer be calm, maybe because I have grown up. My mother held up a piece of blue sky for me, shielding me from the wind and rain, while her shoulders were hit by raindrops. Mom, in my eyes, that umbrella is not only warmth, but also hope, and also full of love.

It was another rainy day, and I asked for an umbrella. You agreed, but you still put your hand up involuntarily and held my hand. When I got home, I saw that your shoulders were still wet.

A sofa that is not enough to sit on

There is a sofa at home, which can be said to be the "throne" of our family. , because it has the best location, not far away from watching TV, and right in the middle of the dining table. When I was a child, my father and I often squeezed on that sofa. The sofa was not big, so my father and I could barely squeeze in. There is no room to move when you sit on it, but I still like to sit there, especially squeezed in with my dad. Dad is on the right and I am on the left.

As time goes by, I am getting taller year by year, and I am about to catch up with my father. I am no longer relevant to that "throne" and cannot sit on it. This seat has begun to belong exclusively to my father. . But that day, I accidentally discovered that my father’s left side was always empty, and he would habitually move to the right every time he sat on it. The scene from my childhood seemed to appear again before my eyes, and I wanted to fill that space again. But now I can no longer do it. Because I know that this place has been filled with the air of love, forever, forever¨¨¨

I discovered by chance, my mother’s wet shoulders, my father’s dissatisfied sofa, and the people surrounding me. Love beside you. By chance, I discovered the eternity of love. It’s true that “I have searched for love thousands of times in the crowd, but suddenly I look back and realize that love is in every detail!”

I discovered by chance

When I was bored, I stood there, watching this scene. Mysterious world. By chance, I discovered you, you are actually very beautiful!

“The sea!” I seemed to be in mid-air, looking down at the world. Are those the Paracel Islands? Under the impact of wind and waves, it drifted step by step on the sea surface. Feeling this magnificent ocean for the first time.

Reflection, that is such a beautiful picture! Perhaps no painter can describe it! The green figure of the tree moved in the ripples, being shattered and reintegrated again and again by the wind, clearly imprinted into the embedded shadow of life...

One by one, the halos collided in the water, and in the water Intertwined, scattered in the water...

It’s hard to imagine what the world would be like without wind?

Everything can only remain still.

Maybe without the wind, I wouldn’t have discovered that the backwaters are so beautiful!

Who would appreciate such a stagnant water?

Suddenly, I realized that the Xisha Islands were just debris floating on the water, the ocean was just a sewage ditch, the reflection was just the broken trees on the roadside, and the halo was just the invisible fish in the water. Breathing... Standing there, there are still strange smells from time to time.

But at that moment, you were really beautiful! It is a kind of natural beauty, without any modification or disguise...

Accidental discovery

I walked into the dormitory that day and accidentally discovered a little bird in the dormitory. cried out in surprise.

It apparently flew in accidentally. It flew around this strange place, sometimes flying to the toilet, sometimes flying to the bed. Must want to go out! However, it couldn't fly out. Either hit the wall or the toilet door. After a while, I was already dizzy and at a loss.

I opened the door as wide as possible and went straight to the bird, wanting to help it.

But the bird thought it was in danger, so it immediately flew up and circled in place. It flapped its wings constantly, glanced around, and chirped. "The exit is over there!" I shouted at the top of my lungs and pointed with my finger, but the bird didn't pay attention at all and kept flying around. It's better to rely on itself, I sighed. The bird was very anxious, kept shouting, and ran rampant in the dormitory like lightning. Unfortunately, its fragile body could not withstand the impact, and its wings could not flap. Its body fell heavily on the empty bed like the remains of a derailed rocket.

Already weak, it was now dying, moaning with a trembling voice, its wings flapping weakly, and its eyelids drooped, half closed and sometimes not closed. I looked at it with sympathy and felt deeply sorry for it. Suddenly, the bird miraculously stood up! He flapped his wings with all his strength and flew up. After failing again and again, looking for an exit again and again, the bird never gave up. It must be supported by the firm belief of "flying out", and it is fighting arduously against difficulties. Its eyes reveal determination and courage to win, its wings flap so powerfully, and its chirping sound is sonorous and powerful!

Finally, the bird's strength and perseverance paid off. It found the exit and flew out like lightning. I felt an unruly soul passing over my head. I quickly ran outside and looked up at the sky, only to see the bird flying very high. I was moved by the bird's persistence and bowed deeply to this little life.

Good luck to you as a strong person!

I am grateful for this accidental discovery, which allowed me to witness an unyielding and strong life and listen to a sonorous and powerful song!