Father as a mountain

Some people say that the mother loves like a meandering stream and sings a song. Some people say that the father's love is like a tall mountain, silent, but extremely heavy.

Going to school every day, Dad sent me to the opposite side of the school, let me cross the road myself; and my mother sent me to the school gate every time, watching me enter the school gate, and then go home with confidence. I went home to tell my mother: "Mom, Dad only sent me to the opposite side of the school, and I didn't see me entering the school gate and left!"

"Dad actually quietly watched you!" Mom said to me, "Just he was not discovered by you." After listening to my mother's words, I suddenly became clear: Dad is not good at expressing his love.

On the night of my tenth birthday, the one who led me to the stage to say the welcome words was my mother. It was my mother who helped me with the candles. Dad is welcoming guests next to the restaurant. When I went to the stage to sing, I was courageous, my mother took my hand and gave me courage; and Dad only looked at me with a smile.

When I learned to ride a bicycle, Mom and Dad took me to the garden to practice. I repeatedly daddy and daddy again and again: "You must not let go! I am afraid!" Dad nodded. I rode on the bike and looked back. My father had already let go. I was panicked, the faucet was not stable, and the brakes seemed to be out of order. I slammed down with the bicycle. Mom immediately ran over and asked me if it hurts here, but it hurts. But Dad said: "A person's life can't always be smooth sailing. Now, this little difficulty has yielded. What should I do if I grow up and encounter difficulties? Do you want your mother to help you?" I stood up angrily, thinking: riding, who is afraid? I got on the bicycle, and I was so angry that I rode a long distance.

Dad is not good at expressing his love, but I have already felt his love. His love is everywhere: when I entered school, when I was celebrating my birthday, when I was riding a bicycle... Dad, I love you.

Third day: Liu Chunli