Father's coat

In the winter, when the father's coat is in the thick coat, it is always unforgettable that night. I remember that it was a cold night, the north wind whistled, the phoenix tree rustled on both sides, and the thick leaves in the distance extended to the front of the house. On one side of the road, there was only a dimly lit street lamp to accompany us. In the alley, only a pair of fathers and daughters set foot on their way home. "Dad, I am so cold!" I said softly. The father looked at me and smiled and said, "Come on, behind Dad, so it won't be cold!" The voice just fell, and the father took a few steps and walked over to me. The wind is getting stronger and stronger, but I am always as warm as I am behind my father. The tall body of his father seemed to be a strong wall, blocking the wind and rain for me, but he himself was silently bearing alone. So only the wind and rain know him, but I know that this is the responsibility of a father, I will be safe. In this way, I took my father's clothes and walked. Even though it was already the case, I still felt a chill, the wind screaming, straight into my sleeve, and scratching my face. I kept rubbing my hands back and forth, chilling. At this time, my father seemed to see my thoughts and was thinking about me. I was amazed when my father slowed down and unbuttoned the coat. After that, the father stopped and took off his coat. He turned his hand and the coat fell steadily on my shoulder. He knelt down, slowly dragging my hand into the two sleeves, carefully buttoning me, and finishing the whole collar for me, patted the shoulder, stood up, smiled and said to me: "This will be cold if it is a big wind, and it will not be cold!" Suddenly, a warm current poured into my heart. I worriedly asked: "But Dad, you will be cold!" The father smiled gratifiedly. He patted his chest. "Nothing, I am strong!" The coat warmed me along the way, making me not at all I feel cold; but when I hold my father's hand, it is cold and cold. I was deeply touched by this great fatherly love. Time flies, and it’s winter again, it’s the season of love. Now, whenever I see the coat in the closet, I will always meditate for a while - that is the best symbol of my father. Because, I know: there is a father, I will never feel cold, always a warm!

Father's coat

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