My father is a traditional Chinese man. He didn’t say things like “I love you.” He always holds his feelings very deeply inside.. But I never doubt his love. My father has his way to express his love, he does everything for me as much as he can. This painting recorded one really hot summer day my father was fixing my house.
我和爸爸的沟通变得越来越少。每次电话里好像都在重复一些话。爸爸从来不会说我爱你一类的话，感情藏得很深。有时我也会想爱真得很难说出口吗？我们只有一生啊，难道要等到没有机会的时候再说吗？
我们离的太远了，在地球的另一端，我的思念如潮水，时涨时落。这张相片是爸爸第一次来美国，因为我买了人生中的第一所房子，好像是1896年建的，很老很旧。爸爸说来看我，可是在美国的每一天都在帮我修房子，从早到晚。
我还有什么好说的哪？想起父母，只有内疚和煎熬。“君不见高堂明镜悲白发，朝如青丝暮如雪”，什么时候可以在他们身边尽孝啊？这幅油画真是有感而作。
