When I was writing this essay, I thought about a lot of things with my father, and I wanted to put the bits and pieces together, but I was afraid that I was too pretentious and couldn't bear these too sensational words, so I still had a lot of regrets in my heart, and of course I will never forget it. I will prove this with practical actions. Just the day before I revised the manuscript, I handed a snack to my father. When I saw his old face, I felt inexplicably sad. A passerby next to me saw it and said, "Is your son quite filial? He doesn't look like my son..."
I think that many times it requires both parties to constantly explore and understand each other, and relationships are often built on this basis. And this essay I wrote is to tell you this truth.