What are some beautiful words about the love between leaves and trees?

On the emotional line, I originally thought that the love my father showed in front of me later was all hypocrisy. What are some beautiful emotional articles? Why do you say this? This stems from an incident that happened between us more than ten years ago.

That year, I was five years old. As the Spring Festival was approaching, my father, who had gone out to work to make money, returned home from Hailin City, Heilongjiang Province. When my father saw me, he was very excited. He held me in his arms and kept caressing my face with his sloppy mouth. But I instinctively wanted to get out of the arms of this "strange" boy.

My father was away from home for a long time, and my resistance to him when I was young was reasonable and reasonable. However, dad cares about it. For the past few days, he has been racking his brains with all kinds of thoughts to "please" me, but I still ignore him.

One day, my father happily told me that he went to the water conservancy project near the village and saw that the ice was so thick that you could skate on it. Dad asked me, do you want to go with him?

Before coming here, Dad once told me interesting stories about him and the workers skating in the cold weather of Hailin. Those things are undoubtedly very desirable to a five-year-old boy.

I couldn't resist my father's temptation, and emotionally agreed with him to go skating at the water conservancy project near the village. When my father saw that I agreed, he happily put his big hands on my shoulders and basically jogged all the way to the water conservancy project at the edge of the village.

That day, we had a great time in the water conservancy project. However, the climate in our hometown is after all as cold as the three northeastern provinces, and the ice on the water is not very strong. Towards the afternoon, my father and I were at the river management center. Suddenly, there was a "click" on the water surface, and then I saw a crack spreading rapidly back to us from the distance.

An ominous omen flashed in my heart, and I instinctively ran for my father. However, at this moment, I discovered that my father not only did not come back to protect me, but instead ran towards me from afar, shouting in panic to remind me not to move. My father was confused. He stood where he was and didn't know what to do. Then he cried bitterly.

Fortunately, the crack stopped halfway and did not cause more serious consequences. Seeing that there was no problem, my frightened father walked back nervously, held my hand, and slowly walked from the river management center to the world.

When we reached the safe zone, my father took me into his arms. I noticed that his breathing was very tight. I suddenly escaped from my father's arms, tears streaming down my face. I have accumulated enough disappointment, and I will never pay attention to this man who evades responsibility from now on - how could he be like this, in a critical moment, even ignoring his eldest son, but running away alone?

< p>Dad always tried to persuade me, but I didn’t hear a word he said.

From that day on, something happened that left a dark shadow in my heart, so that for many years, I did not regard my father as a boy who could help me. Of course, I never mentioned that incident to my father again, but my father, perhaps busy at work, had long forgotten about it. Later in life, when he saw me looking strange to him, my father always attributed the reason to his long absence from home.

In a blink of an eye, I grow up. When I was twenty-four years old, after graduation, I responded to the country’s call and went to teach in the mountainous area of ??Jiagong Township, Bianba County, Qamdo Prefecture, Tibet. Jiagong Township is the most beautiful place, especially the Jiabugou Ci Lacuo Lake there. In winter, the water is covered with thick ice, making it difficult to see above. The whole world is as beautiful as a jade sculpture carved from snow.

In my first year of teaching in mountainous areas, several local teachers from Jiagong Junior High School invited me to go skating on Jiabugou Cilacuo Lake, and I generously agreed.

We had a great time that day. What are some emotional poems? It was almost dusk, and we were walking slowly back. Suddenly, there was a "click" on the water, and I was immediately frightened.