Warmth in winter

Fatherly love is always neglected - when you are passionately praising your motherly love, fatherly love is ignored by you. Maybe because the mother is more considerate than the father; perhaps for various reasons, the father's love is far less great in your eyes than the mother. However, my father's love, let me feel the warmth of spring in the winter.

The sudden arrival of cold air caught me off guard. Originally, it was still sunny every day. Now, the cloudy sky, and the cold wind that blows on the body like a knife, all make me regret it. Hey, who told me that I was not cold with my mother, I didn’t need to take a cotton jacket, and the result was only frozen. I go to school every day, so I can't go cold.

But that day, my mother called and said that Dad would give me some thicker clothes and a quilt at noon. I am very happy and waiting with excitement. After almost an hour, there was a knock at the dormitory, and I rushed to open the door. "Dad!" I screamed with joy, but the joy was quickly touched by the replacement - my father was riding a car and braving the cold wind, so I brought clothes and quilts for me.

"Nan, is it cold? Is it frozen?" My father's voice because of the cold made me feel so sad, and my father was so cold, but when I came in, I didn't complain about the weather, but cared about me first. "Oh, yes, I bought you a thermos cup. In this way, the water will stay warmer for a longer period of time, and you can drink hot water!" "Dad, are you cold?" I interrupted my father's words. ,ask. "Not cold, not cold." Dad waved his hand. Really not cold, Dad? Your lips are freezing purple. "Daddy and mother are not around, you have to learn to take care of yourself, do you know?" I nodded hard. It turned out that Dad loved me so intimately, and my tears were about to overflow. "So, I am leaving." Dad is leaving, I quickly waved my hand: "Dad goodbye." "Yeah." Said, Dad walked out of the dormitory.

I ran to the corridor and watched my father leave. The wind was cold, but I endured the cold. In the wind, although it is biting cold, how is my heart so warm?