My Happy Path Prose

Recently, my child suddenly asked me not to send her to school. Watching the child grow taller every day, it's time to leave some space for her and let her be independent. In the past few years, I have been used to sending my children to school. My child suddenly asked me not to send her to school, and I felt a sense of disappointment. Every morning I send my children from home to the school gate, and then walk from the school gate to the bus stop, passing a tree-lined path and an alley. I am already familiar with this section of the road. I spent many wonderful mornings with me and enjoyed a beautiful scenery. In my heart, I have long called this section of the road a happy path.

Although I don't have to send the children, I still leave home at seven o'clock every morning on time, follow the children and enjoy my happiness.

On the way, you can talk with your child while walking, exchange feelings and happiness between father and son, and learn about your child's learning and thoughts. Sometimes, children have a whim and say something unexpected, which makes you marvel at their rich imagination; Sometimes, children can say an unintentional word to make themselves happy all day; Sometimes, children will try to squeeze out some pocket money from their father and buy a beloved toy or favorite school supplies. I can pretend I don't know, let the child give full play to his coquetry talent, and I also enjoy the happiness and pride of being a father.

On the way, you can see strange figures who send their children to school on time every day and share their laughter. I can walk leisurely on the road and feel the sureness of life from those hurried figures; You can find some strange but familiar figures among the people who go to work on time every day, and feel the comfort of their step-by-step life in the journey of life; Occasionally, I can meet old friends, meet the changes after parting, harvest the warmth brought by friendship, and lament the changes brought by time.

When you cross the alley, you will see another kind of scenery. The vendors who set up stalls always shout for their livelihood on time every day: you can see the young man selling sesame cakes skillfully operating his own craft, and the eyes of passers-by are so eager; You can see people who eat powder and enjoy delicious expressions, which is a great pleasure in life; You can also see women who set up stalls to tell fortune early every morning, enjoying the livelihood earned by selling mouths. ...

An hour in the morning is worth two in the evening. The eldest sister who opens a shop is punctual every day. The young man at work meets him at the intersection every day. Those old people who enjoy their old age leisurely get up early in the morning, or exercise their muscles or order food to prepare a sumptuous dinner for their children who come back from work. Looking at their hard life, I can't help cheering for my life.

Walking alone on this path that belongs to me, I can enjoy my happiness quietly whether it is windy or rainy or sunny. Happiness stays in the cycle of the four seasons, watching the buds bred by the roadside in spring, the lush green in summer, the fruits of the branches in autumn and the frost and ice on the path in winter. Looking at the fathers who send their children to school, I feel that happiness is the warmth transmitted between his solid arms. Looking at my footprints quietly, I feel that happiness is a series of straight footprints left by myself, and it is the firmness that stays on my road rain or shine.