New Zealand.
On this day, the sun was shining brightly, there was a moderate wind, and the shadows of the trees swayed, making a crisp sound. The sky is barren and the air is dry and fresh. My father likes this weather. He said that such days are suitable for sunbathing and flying. However, it was on this peaceful and warm day that I lost him forever.
I still remember when I was a child, I wrote an essay about him, which my teacher loved so much that she asked me to stand in front of the class and read it aloud. So I trimmed my long hair, straightened the hairpin my father gave me, puffed out my chest, and said with a trembling voice because of pride: "My father is a skydiving instructor. His job is to take tourists down to the ground from an altitude of 10,000 meters. He is like Superman, possessing magical powers, forever They all landed safely. The Tourism Bureau also awarded him a certificate, which is now placed beside my bed. He said that every time he skydives, he felt like he was reborn. I only know that every time I see him talking about his work proudly, I will also feel proud."
I never worried about his safety at that time, who was he? He is my father, a hero who will always come back to me on a seven-color parachute.
But this time, he didn't come back. His companion said that after leaving the plane with a young female tourist, he fell straight to the ground without even opening his parachute, and just plunged into a dense forest and disappeared.
I stood on the grass in front of the forest, looking at the vast green ocean, and felt that my soul had left my body.
Concept: The redemption of boys and girls
