Since I entered high school, tears seem to have nothing to do with me. I'm getting older. Of course, I can't tear as easily as before. But that time, I cried.
It was my first year in senior high school. I was going to take the piano band five. I practiced hard every day, carefully memorized the score, and played it again and again, striving for perfection.
Finally came to the test day, I came to the examination room with a nervous mood, imagining when I got the level five certificate.
When my name was called, I walked into the examination room with confidence and began to play. A beautiful melody flew out of my fingers and echoed over the small room Just when I was intoxicated with my wonderful music, an unexpected thing happened. DD, the pedal under my feet was empty, and in a moment, my fingers were in disorder. Helpless, in the teacher's sigh, I slowly walked out of the piano room.
I practiced hard, but I didn't know where I had gone with my confidence.
Back home, I put aside the practice of music, tear up the plan to practice, a person sitting in the room in a daze. At this time, a pair of powerful hands on my shoulder, I turned to see my father standing beside me smiling at me. "Dad, am I useless?" I said in a low voice, "my son, this is just an accidental mistake. You are not wrong, but you are wrong in the self abandonment after the accident." My father said, called me to the piano, said: "come, let me also enjoy my daughter's music." I opened the lid and began to play. I don't know why it is so relaxed and fluent at the moment. After a song was played, there was applause from my father. I smile, but tears can't help but flow down.
I never thought that my father would encourage me and tell me how to face setbacks when I was most sad. My father in my memory usually left early and returned late. I never saw him in one day. I once thought that my father never cared about me and didn't hurt me. But I really didn't expect that my father was so loving. Some people said that his love was deep, and I realized it at that time.
In the later days, no matter what difficulties and setbacks I encounter, I will summon up the courage to come back again.
That time, I cried, not because of accidental mistakes, but because of my father's applause, because the applause was full of my father's encouragement and hope, because the applause told me that the catalyst for success is not the discouragement after failure, but the courage to start again.
That time, I cried, tears washed away the grievances in my heart, made me really understand the connotation of life, taught me how to face the setbacks in life, and encouraged me to raise my confidence again.
That time, I cried and was moved by my father's love. Dad, I love you, really.