Silent fatherly love

There is always someone who cares about me silently beside me. Although he has no mother's tenderness and no maternal love, but in my eyes my father is like a singer, and there are countless editions of the album, each one is brand new. My father constantly loves me in a new way, and I have lived a colorful life accompanied by this silent fatherly love.

Autumn has passed away, and the cold wind of the red bones is sent. As in the past, I have to go to school every Monday. Although the window at home was closed, I could still hear the sound of the "嗖嗖". The osmanthus tree in the yard had already withered, leaving only some yellow, yellow, green and green leaves. Under the "toss" of this gust, even that only There are no leaves left, and the bare trunk is left there.

"Taro, eat fast" Father urged. I looked at the scenery outside the window, and without a shudder, my father seemed to see my thoughts. I took my school bag and put on my shoes and left the warm little nest. "Taro, wait a minute." My father came with a black scarf hanging around my neck. "Is the clothes added? Be careful!" He touched me. The head "The weather is cold, learning can't be delayed, let's go!" I just left with a soft "snap". When I walked in the corner of the alley, I accidentally saw the familiar figure in front of the house. His hand crossed a beautiful arc, my tears flowed out of my eyes, and my father loved it.

The village is like a sleeping black cat, staying in the corner of the world, and a light is like an embellishment, making the village look more peaceful.

Under the light is the hard sweat that I shed, the tip of the pen beats on the squared paper, the pen walks the dragon snake, and the dragon flies. Suddenly I heard a burst of metal, followed by the sound of water, which was getting bigger and smaller. The key was inserted into the keyhole and the door was quietly opened, followed by a slight footstep. I turned my head and went to the father. He looked at the desk and sorted out the scattered and dense draft paper. He said kindly: "The table lamp lights up and carefully looks at the broken eyes." He adjusted the table lamp and left. I saw a bowl of hot noodles on the bedside table, my tears fell down again, fatherly love - silent.

On the weekend, because I didn't have to go to class the next day, I stared at the TV and went to bed at ten o'clock. I rolled over and turned to the side for a long time. When I arrived at about 11 or 2 o'clock, I didn't know what was going on, and suddenly I heard the door ringing. I am afraid that the "legendary" thief will not dare to do it, and the atmosphere will not dare to come out.

Suddenly a familiar and affectionate voice came to my ear: "I am afraid that it is a "legendary" thief. I can’t do it. The atmosphere doesn’t dare to come out. Suddenly I only heard a familiar and affectionate voice: "This girl, every I love to hit the quilt at night, but fortunately I have this patience every night to help her cover the quilt. Big deal 'sacrifice' a little bit of my sleep! After talking about moving the quilt on my body, the moonlight sprinkled on my father's face. I saw him laughing. His face opened in spring. He gently closed the door and left. The tears rolled in his eyes, and his father loved. silent.

The father's main song "silent" really made me feel the arrogance and deepness of my father's love. I want to make my struggled flowers more beautiful and realize the expectation hidden in the father's love song.

Third day: Guo Shaoqi