Chapter 40 father plus daughter equals memories

Veronica: You wished me sweet memories of the festive season in your Christmas card, I was speechless with joy. I love Christmas; don't know why.This year you were away; the first Christmas away from me.I said to myself, "It doesn't matter, so she grows up. So she grows up!" No more reading Dickens' Christmas stories to you; No more snow scenes; no more teaching you how to light a fire in the fireplace; no more sneaking presents for you into red stockings in the middle of the night; No more dragging your brother down to the Christmas tree to count the bags of presents.You have grown up; your brother has grown up too.You are not by my side; my younger brother is still by my side; in a year or two, it is time for my younger brother to study with you, and the house will be quieter then.Your Christmas will be more and more lively; our Christmas will be more and more lonely.Until the day comes when you all come back with your own children for Christmas, our Christmas will be alive again.But the excitement was different after all.It is said that life is like this.I have no idea.Happiness is what people imagine:

"Heap on more wood -The wind is chill; But let it whistle as it will, Well keep our Christmas merry still. Remember these lines from Sir Walter Scott?Not just Christmas, but all year round.It's really cold outside; I'm getting more and more afraid of the cold, so I have to hide at home more.But I still miss the snow in London.Has it snowed this year?You forgot to mention it several times in your letters, just telling us how you plan to spend Christmas with your friends.Really!Of course I know I am "At Christmas I no moredesire a rose" and you are the age to long for a rose.When I saw you received the roses from your boyfriend that day, your face was so bright, and you smiled so happily, I was shocked. It took me a long time to think of the face you had in your mother's arms when you were a child!I know you're finally starting to imagine what it's like to be happy amidst your sadness.I don't know what love feels like in your heart, it probably feels like that.You won't tell me; I won't ask you.Whether it is success or failure, everyone thinks that their love is the most special and touching; this is good and right; otherwise, who would have the courage to share a bed with a stranger, and it would be much better if he slept year?Everyone wants to receive more Christmas presents than others.You have many, many more Christmases to come, and many, many more presents to come.You wait slowly!In fact, people in the world are waiting for gifts every day, all the time, all the time, but some people can't wait.I just want to tell you: Don't just wait for the roses!There are so many gifts in the world, you will never know which one you will receive.This is the joy of life, but also the troubles of life, no one can avoid it.That poor Gaorge crosssmith said a famous quote that has been passed down to the present: "I am a poor man, but I would gladly give ten shillings to find out who sent me the insulting Christmas card I received this mormin-g." Do you understand ?

Seeing that you are in love, I am worried and happy in my heart.It doesn't make sense.I have no reason to worry, and no reason to be happy.You are my daughter, but I am not you after all.Why should I worry about a rose someone gave you.And happy?Literature is evil; without it, the rose would not be so lovely, nor so terrible.Fortunately, you are studying politics and history, otherwise I would not be able to sleep!People cannot live without politics; once people learn to wear clothes to hide their shame, love cannot do without politics.Politics is the art or science of managing other people.Can love be separated from "management"?To say that a man and a woman get along happily means that these two people know the art of "managing" each other very well.At least I think so.There may be times when it is said that it is dirty. The three words "I love you" sound nice, but it's not so simple if you think about it deeper.It's not that you're cold water; if you figure this out, you'll be easier to be happy.I was also unhappy for a long time before I realized this truth; of course it doesn't matter whether I am happy or unhappy now, in short, I am much more comfortable.Literature teaches you how to say "I love you"; politics teaches you how to interpret "I love you"; history teaches you when not to say "I love you" from what someone says to another person ".

Rest assured, this is how "Sweet Memories" accumulate. Dad's word