By the Bank of the river where the sun sets, gardenias are already in full bloom. Like broken silk. The Fenhe River is mottled and printed. The wild geese array in the distance is a day of plain white and straight dew. Autumn is coming. Floating in the past, riding the autumn wind, dancing with the golden leaves, floating and scattering, floating into my heart. The continuous fragrance box of gardenia is brewing in the air. With the smell of memories. Bit by bit. In the autumn of unusually cold to comparable winter. Push that back to my eyes. It brings me infinite warmth.
It was an autumn evening with gardenias fragrance. I picked up my schoolbag and left my favorite place, school, reluctantly. Back to my most reluctant place - home. Back home. My brother's crying, my mother's cell phone's TV drama, my father's handling of business, talking on the phone It's a mess! I'm drowsy with the fragrance of gardenias. I have no spirit at all. Dragging a heavy step, I walked to the school gate step by step.
When I went out, I suddenly felt someone calling me. I looked up, but no one saw me. After a while, I saw the tired father in the crowd, carrying a briefcase, white hair mixed with green silk. Let more than 30 fast to 40's father appear incomparably old. But he smiled. I was startled. Did the sun come out from the west? Did dad come to pick me up at school? I asked Dad, "isn't the unit busy today? How can I pick me up..." Dad just said, "no, let's go." He picked me up. I stayed. I haven't been hugged by my father for a long time. The moment he picked me up, I still can't respond. But I unconsciously put my head on my father's shoulder. Suddenly I felt that my father was very tall. Broad chest brings me infinite warmth. Walking is very stable, step by step not fast, not slow, steadfast. With the fragrance of gardenia, I fell asleep. This scene happened to be photographed by the head teacher and sent to Dad's mobile phone.
In the bustling crowd of Taiyuan, a tall body and a petite figure stand out. One is full of white hair, the other is full of black hair. With a briefcase in his right hand and a small schoolbag on his left shoulder, it looks very unlined. It seems like a small schoolbag, but it's the burden of the whole family. It's on his shoulder and sometimes he can't breathe. The man with white hair did his best to protect the black haired child and let him grow up