Cold rain pattered down and walked on campus with friends holding umbrellas. She suddenly asked me, "would you regret if you would die the next second?" I hardly hesitated, "of course. My parents trained me as an adult. I haven't thanked them yet. How can I go? My parents have been giving me for so many years. I hope I can let them enjoy happiness after I graduate." I continued to say to her, "every time I cross the road, I will be very careful. I always wait until the green light. I'd rather wait one more minute than fight for one second. My friends don't understand that I say I'm afraid of death. I know I want to cherish my life for my parents. If I leave, they will be in great pain. I really think so." I remember one day I didn't send space to talk, and my father called the next day. He said, "yesterday your QQ space didn't update the content, and your mother couldn't sleep. I don't know what you've been doing all day, and whether you're doing well or not. She's used to watching your space say before going to bed every day. She's only reassured when you send new content." When my father said these words, I had mixed feelings. Since then, I will update QQ space every day, because I know that the two people who love me most in the world care about me in this way. When I was in college, I would also write with my father and resort to the pen for small things in life and study. Before long, I would always receive my father's reply. The long lattice stationery and my father's handwriting were so familiar. In his letter, he will convey his mother's advice, such as going to bed on time, eating on time, adding clothes when it's cold in the morning and evening. It seems that he can't be more ordinary. It seems that he has heard the cocoon from childhood, but there is the deepest love in the most ordinary advice. In this world, only those who really love you will really care about your health, your diet and your temperature. My father will also guide me, encourage me, urge me and point out the direction of life for me in the letter. When I graduated from college, I put all these family letters in a wooden box. I know that this is the wealth of my life. The year I went to Xi'an, Shaanxi for postgraduate study, my father sent me to school. He took me around the campus. Outside the school library, he stood for a long time. His father loved books as much as his life and was erudite and talented, but he never realized his ambition. He placed his unfinished wish on me and often warned me to cherish the time of reading and not to waste it. Those days, he went to see the big wild goose pagoda and Terracotta Army with his father. He climbed the Huashan by himself. My father likes to visit famous mountains and rivers very much, but he is nearly old enough to know his destiny and has not been to several places. He loves Wuhan and Nanjing best because there is his favorite plum garden. Even his favorite place, he has never been to, just thinking about it. He bought many CDs of scenic spots at home. He always watched them at home alone and enjoyed the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. In fact, I know very well that my mother didn't come to Xi'an with my father to send me to study because she saved money. The money they saved has only one purpose, to give me school, let me read more books and become a person with achievements. Father is going to catch the train home. Because he is in a hurry, he didn't have time to eat. I walked out of school and put him on the bus. At the moment when the bus drove away, my eyes were wet and the wind hurt my eyes. I was in the same place for a long time and didn't step forward. Only tears fell drop by drop. Later, my father sent me a text message on the train. He said that he bought a big roasted Nang, which was very fragrant. It was just right to eat on the train. I know that after more than ten hours on the train, he must be reluctant to buy another box of dinner. One day I had dinner with a friend. He had been divorced for many years and took a lovely little daughter alone. Her daughter is now in kindergarten. He told me that every day when he came home from work, he would play games with his daughter and watch her draw. When he talked about his daughter, his eyes were warm. "Last night, she was tired of playing, so she lay on me like a naughty cat. I held her, shook her gently, and called her nickname gently. She fell asleep in a moment. I held her and still called her nickname gently, and tears fell down." I can understand his guilt, love and cherish for his daughter. This love is connected with every bone and every inch of blood in his body. In this world, only the love of parents is the most selfless and cannot be betrayed. That is the tenderness in our hearts, which will last a lifetime. Every time I cross the road, I'm always careful. Every time I go far, I'm always looking ahead and backward. Every time I fly, I always pray for peace in my heart... Because I know that if I leave, there must be two people who will be devastated. I always tell myself that my life not only belongs to me, but also to my close relatives. So when I was young, I was afraid of death. I was really afraid.