When my eighteenth birthday came, I was not in home. In order to celebrate (庆祝) such important day with my dear parents, I wrote a long letter, in which I thanked him for having raised me for 18 years, and expressed her love for them. Later, Mother talked me when she read the letter, tears were filled her eyes. But Father appeared very cool. After that, he studied it lonely carefully. Then he put it up into a desk drawer (抽屉). I can imagine the scene clear because I know Father. Being a man with few words, he preferred to show his love for me in a silent way.