Moving

Moved, it is the spring and winter alternate frozen soil experienced a spring blossom.

At that time, my heart seemed to be awakened by the warmth of the father's love.

I am not optimistic and often complain. Every time I go home from school, I vent my dissatisfaction and boredom to him - father. The father, though working hard, always cared for me with care. "Is the heating recently stopped cold and cold?" The father put a chopsticks in my bowl while asking, but the enthusiasm could not hide. The hoarseness in his voice. I know that he has had a cold for a week, and last night's overtime has cast a bleak face on his sly face, and his face still has a smile. "Cough..." He hurriedly licked his mouth and nose, suffocating his cough and his face flushed. I was a little bit sad and looked at him with some anxiety. He smiled and shook his head. "Eat, eat more," said another chopsticks in my bowl. Looking at him and his nephew, there was a warm current in my heart.

The room where the heating was stopped was exceptionally deserted, and only the friction of the down jacket was creaking. Suddenly, a noisy voice came from the living room, and then the father pushed the door in. "It's very cold? This electric fan will be placed in your house, it will warm up." He sneered, placing the electric fan on the ground, pulling a rag from his shoulder and starting to wipe the button. My heart trembled, only a warm current hit the whole body, and the cold of the genius disappeared.

The father bent his right leg and squatted in front of the electric fan. His slightly fat body seemed to be very difficult. After a while, he stood up and gasped a few mouthfuls, but immediately squatted next to the power supply, flipping a wire and checking. After a while, he simply put a hand on the ground, squatting his right leg to the ground, and continuing to check the safety of the power supply, for fear of a trace of omission. Softly said, "You can write homework without worrying about me." At the end of the speech, he had to cough but hard to stop. After reviewing the electric fan for a while, he finally opened the switch with confidence.

The golden light immediately shrouded the whole house. I looked at my father. The light in the room was gold-colored on his face. The golden brilliance was embedded in each of his wrinkles, and the father's love was shining! At this time, the heat of the father's love warms me, my heart is full of happiness and touch.

The father is always like this, so optimistic, so selfless, he bears everything in the family, but no complaints, still facing life with optimism, still caring for me. Everything he did, brought me moving and motivation.

My father not only brought me the warmth of my heart, but also made me understand that I am optimistic about life, so that my future is warm and full of sunshine.

Third day: Yao Yi