According to the scientific calculation method, the longest road in the world is to walk around the equator, but I'm not going this way. The road I took was the way my father came home from work. I think that road will be the longest in my life!
My father is an ordinary person, unlike other people's fathers who are directors, directors and directors; My father drives an ordinary motorcycle, unlike other fathers who drive Mercedes-Benz, BMW and Audi. My father is simple in appearance. He is not Gao Fushuai like other fathers. But I like that my father is an ordinary person. I like that my father drives an ordinary motorcycle. I like that my father looks simple. I really like it! I study in a key high school in the city. I go home once a month because my home is too far from school. Every time I go home, I have to take the bullet train to the county seat first, and then take the bus home. However, it was very late when I got home that day, and my father just worked overtime (my father worked in the county), so I drove his car home. This is my first time to go home in his car. Along the way, I discovered things I had never discovered and thought about things I had never thought of. I never knew my father's way home was so dark and uneven, never, really! Along the way, the wind kept blowing on my face, cold in the middle and cold in the middle. This road is a village road, connecting the county seat and the small county seat where my home is located. It's dark and scary There are many trees, so many are creepy. It suddenly occurred to me that my father would be cold and scared, but he would go every day and every year. For family, for life, for me. Thinking of this, I remembered what I once asked him: "Why is your face so dark and your pores so thick?" My tears have gone with the wind and flown far away. I let go of my hand covering my face and I felt it. I really felt it for the first time. At this time, my heart told me to work hard, work hard and study hard. I can't count the number of trees on this road; I can't count how many winds have blown; I can't count how many tears flew away. I cried in that key high school; I have struggled on the ideal road; I have been cheated by life countless times. I gradually don't believe in myself, and I gradually feel that I should not continue to insist; I gradually feel that life is like this! ..... How stupid of me! I am not qualified to say give up at all, really not qualified! Beautiful fireflies fly around and birds sing. I walked the longest road in the world, built the best car in the world and saw the most beautiful scenery in the world. Zhu Ziqing looked at his father's back, his eyes moist. I looked at my father's wet face. Beautiful dandelion! I want to make an agreement with you. We agreed to take the longest walk again on the evening of June 9, 20 15. I hope I will still sit on my father's motorcycle that night and let the wind blow my face, but at that time our eyes were full of tears, tears of laughter, tears of success and tears of love.
Dandelion! This road is the longest! This road is the most beautiful!