There is a kind of love, it is not publicized; There is a kind of love, which is not good at expression; There is a kind of love that can't be easily understood - it's fatherly love.

  有一种爱,它低调;有一种爱,它不当表述;有一种爱,它不可以随便被别人了解–它便是父亲的爱。

When I wrote down the two words of "father's love", my eyes were full of tears, and I had unspeakable guilt and heartache in my heart. In that Pearl like memory, there is still an unforgettable picture.

  当我们写出“父亲的爱”这两个关键字的情况下,我的眼睛蕴含泪水,心中有说不出的内疚和心痛。在哪天然珍珠一样的记忆中依然闪过着那一段无法忘记的界面。

At that time, I was in the second year of junior high school, and the learning task gradually became cumbersome and heavy. I'm clumsy, and it's time-consuming, painstaking and laborious to learn. Almost every day from 7:00 a.m. to 8:30 p.m., I study in school. When I get home, I have to stay up until 1:00 a.m. to finish my homework. At that time, I was accompanied by a cup of hot tea that never cooled. Every night when I am about to feel sleepy, there will always be a cup of hot tea quietly appeared at my desk, I do not know why never cold. Sipping, sweet with a trace of bitterness, then a warm current Qinren every corner of the body, dispelling my sleepiness.

  那会我正处在初二,学习任务逐渐越来越繁杂且繁杂。原本就愚钝的我,学起來也是费时间、费心又费劲。基本上每日从早晨七点到夜里八点半这段时间全是校园内学习培训,回到家又要经常熬夜到零晨一两点才可以进行工作,那时候每天晚上守候我的是那杯从不容易冷掉的茶水。每天晚上在我即将发困的情况下总是会有一杯茶水悄然无声的发生在我的桌旁,不知道为什么从不容易冷掉。抿一口,香甜中参杂一丝苦味,随后一股暖流沁人心脾人体每一个角落里,驱除了我的睡意。

With such a cup of hot tea every night, I can always lift my spirits and finish my homework as soon as possible to have a rest.

  有那么一杯茶水每天晚上的守候,我一直能提到精神实质,尽量的快点儿进行工作好去歇息。

The deepest memory of one time, is in the corridor outside the classroom, students are frolicking, I am absent-minded walking, someone suddenly called me, when I react to have been knocked down by students, and foot sprain can't move. The school doctor suggested that I go to the hospital to take a film. Before I finished, a figure squatted in front of me: "come on, Dad, take you to the hospital." I pretended not to hear, but I didn't want him to carry me“ Listen, go to the hospital and see if you've hurt a bone. " Dad said eagerly, I seem to be able to clearly hear the slight gasping sound mixed with a trace of heartache. Awkward for a while, in the teacher's persuasion, I let my father carry me to the hospital. To tell you the truth, his back is not comfortable, there is a bit of pain, he is struggling with me, it seems that I struggle, his back will be bent down. After a close look, I found that his back was not as broad and strong as I had noticed before, and there seemed to be a little silver lines hidden in his black hair.