The person who loves me the most

What is my most? Seeing this topic, the first reaction in my mind is to fill in the word "love". The person who loves me the most is my father!

Dad’s discipline for me started from my time in the country.

One day at the age of eight, Dad bought a few books with great enthusiasm. I glanced at the big characters on the cover: naughty horses and small jumps. It looks very fun. So, my eye rushed to grab a copy of "Stupid Girl Angel", and then looked at it. "What are you worried about? No one is robbing you!"

Ever since, I read books, and Dad also read books; I often hid in the bed at nine o'clock in the evening and watched "Ma Xiaotiao" with a flashlight. I didn't expect him to see 10:30! He always repeats the story with me - of course, I lose every time!

Those few "Ma Xiaotiao" I carefully wrapped them with papers and hid them under the bookcase. I didn't let them move out of my house no matter how large the number of books in my home.

I still remember the happiness of the little boy who raised his son with his big hand on the cover.

At the age of twelve, the language teacher wanted us to go to the Reader. This is the spiritual food that can be paid for our study in the middle stage. When I got home the same day, I said: "Dad, I want to see "Reader"! Our teacher said that this is useful for learning!" "Reader", right? I will buy it back after work tomorrow!" Dad from the newspaper Popped his head. I am very happy that the appetite for dinner is also surprisingly good.

Who knows that the next morning, it was raining heavily. When I came to school, I was a little impatient. After entering the classroom, a classmate who had already come next to him, a few people took out a white cover of "Reader" from the bag and discussed it. Some of them asked me: "Have you bought it? My dad bought it for me at the newsstand yesterday." I suddenly came up with fire. Why are others getting ahead of the game?

After school, the rain is still falling, still so big. After a whole day of rain, I couldn’t kill my fire, so I kept groaning. As soon as I entered the house, the fire just broke out, but I heard my father say: "The latest issue of "Reader" I bought it for you. Just now the door shop closed, I specially went to the book of Wuning Road. The pavilion bought it." He also dropped a drop of water on his clothes. This drip suddenly extinguished the fire that I pressed all day. Instead, it is a hot spring and a shy heart.

The "Reader" is a white cover with a pattern on it: a pair of big hands propped up a golden sun.

Some people say that fathers like the ropes of the cantilever, the needles of the thorns, and the time to whipping their children. And I said that my father is like a pair of warm and powerful hands, holding up a clear sky for his children...

My growth is inseparable from books! My growth is even more inseparable from the person who loves me the most - Dad!

The first day of Tongchuan School in Putuo District, Shanghai: Zhang Ping