Father's love

Father's love is like a cup of coffee, the first bitter is bitter, but the more sweet the product; the father's love is like a piece of candy, the appearance is hard, the heart is really soft; the father's love is like a book, the surface is plain The book is full of knowledge.

My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I went to the square to practice skateboarding with my parents. I put one foot on the skateboard and the other foot on the ground, but How can I stand still, the more I can't slip, the more anxious my heart is, the more anxious I am, the more slippery I am. I don't want to learn. I said to my parents, "Let's go home." Dad said loudly: "No. I haven't learned yet? How can I go home and do anything without halfway?" I thought: Why don't my mother help me to learn? When I was about to implement my plan, my father seemed to see my heart and said to me: "You must rely on yourself to learn anything, so that you can learn better and faster, and the dependence is too strong. Otherwise, we will compare and see who will learn first, OK?" I dare to speak out, not happy, saying: "Well, than than." Mind: Do not believe, you can learn, a lot of age Put it.

Looking at my father's clumsy body, and constantly sliding the disobedient skateboard, it was ridiculous, "咚", not good, Dad wrestled, then, I saw my father climbed up from the ground without hesitation, hehe Looking at the skateboard on the ground, it seems to be thinking, and it seems to be studying. After a while, Dad stepped on the skateboard, one foot held the direction, swinging left and right, the other foot sliding hard, slowly body It has become so light and beautiful. "I will slip, you see." Dad shouted happily. I sneaked my head and thought that my father could learn. I still can't learn anything. Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.

Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father saw me turning abruptly. I was very distressed. I was busy holding me down and asked me with concern: "What happened." After listening to my remarks After that, he quickly took out the safflower oil from the medicine box, helped me with the wound, and used the mouth to blow the painful place and said, "You endure it, it will start to hurt a bit. When the blood slowly spreads out, It’s not painful.” Under Dad’s “treatment”, I felt much better and my feet didn’t hurt...

what! Dad, I want to tell you, I love you too.

Third day: little baby