Every time after dinner, the family sits on the sofa reading books and newspapers and saying the news, which is a happy atmosphere. Occasionally, one day, in order to get something, my mother opened the old wooden cabinet that had been standing quietly in the corner. In my memory, it is rarely opened.
I hugged my mother curiously. Ah, it turned out that the cupboard was full of photos of mom and dad when they were young, as well as books, certificates of completion, certificates of honor, etc ... Just then, I saw a thick stack of stationery wrapped in paper bags, which made me unable to see clearly what it was, and it was silently crowded in the most inconspicuous place. I picked it up and asked suspiciously, "What is this?" Mom took a look and replied, "Your father's." I asked my father again. He looked up and thought for a long time before answering: "I can't remember, maybe it's a manuscript." Open it and have a look! " "
I opened it, and there were newspaper clippings of my father's published works and piles of manuscripts written by my father. I'm surprised. Dad not only writes short messages, but also writes novels? I turned my head to my father, puzzled. My father asked me to read it. I read novels, and my father was immersed in the past. After a lot, he still didn't speak, as if to answer me, saying to himself, "I wrote this when I was 20 years old." "My God!" I can't believe I didn't know. At this time, I saw my father's face filled with innocence and brilliance that I had never seen before, as if I had returned to my passionate youth.
"Dad, you wrote so well, why didn't you publish it?" I finally thought of the idea that just flashed by. I saw my father's eyes seem to light up, and then I hesitated. I said, "Writing is my interest and hobby. What I pursue is the fun in the creative process, and I don't have to be famous and married. "
From that day on, my father changed his works as soon as he was free. Looking at the changed work, my father smiled as naive as a child. I asked him why he was laughing, and he said, "Because this is my work". "But this composition is a bit out of date. Aren't you sad? " I tried again. I thought my father would be silent, but I didn't expect him to answer righteously at once: "No" because he was young, so I had this novel, although times have changed. But there was, and there is. I am very satisfied. "Indeed, for my father, once let him have memories all his life, there would be no loss. That's enough.
At this moment, it suddenly occurred to me whether I should write something down now and save it until I am as old as my father and relive it again. At that time, it will also be my "once owned". In my home, there used to be such a pile of ordinary manuscript paper, which witnessed the ups and downs experienced by this family.
Under the influence and guidance of my father, I have also developed a strong interest in writing and my writing level has also improved. The topic after dinner naturally became the topic of writing, and the family also added a lot of literary atmosphere.
I have a home. What is the most precious feeling in the world? That's family. Harmonious family ties build a happy three-person world, which makes the whole family feel happy at the after-dinner party. I love this family and this happy three-person world.