Fatherly love

A warm greeting, an inspiring look, a gentle touch, pulling my heartstrings again and again, saying that the sun in the spring is warm, it is better to say that his love for me is better than that of spring, compared with the world, he is insignificant. Insignificant like a small sand, in my little heart, his mountains, straight into the sky, father's love, always want to put the burden of life on his shoulders, this heavy Love, I have known? But on that night, I understood this heavy love.

The snow covered the whole city, the lights were dotted with the night sky, the playful snow made the city vibrant, and such beauty was turned into nothing in my eyes, and my heart was directly worried about it - father, where are you? ? After the class bell broke through the silent night sky, I ran out with the thunder and lightning. The wind whistling and tearing the night sky, but I didn’t care, just looking for my father in the vast sea of ​​people, my heart was full of Anxious, like the ants on the hot pot, when I saw the figure of my father, there was a tear in my eyes, and there was bitterness and sweetness in the tears. I turned around silently and wiped my eyes. The tears then went to the father, when the pace was particularly heavy, and the heartstrings seemed to be worried about something.

My father seemed to have found me in a vague way, and the body leaned forward until my figure clearly appeared in his field of vision. His anxious mood was calmed down at once, and the pale cheeks were a little bit raised. Red, then he gently stopped me, always asked: "Is it cold?" I shook my head, but at that time somehow, began to twitch and weep, but this subtle movement seemed to be noticed by my father, he did not What he said, just silently lit a cigarette, although he rarely smoked, but still picked up this heavy thing.

The time in the car suddenly solidified, and we kept silent. At this time, I looked up and took care of my father. The weather-beaten face was very old. The wrinkles were like my carvings. The thin hand held the steering wheel, serious. Occupy the entire face, but the eyes are still gentle like water, I never understand, why is it so serious? Why not share with us? But gradually, I understand, he wants to be a qualified husband, wants to be a good father, and wants to be a real man who suffers alone.

Father love is like a light, and when you are confused, it will lead you; father love is like courage, and when you are in difficulty, you are given it; father loves like an alarm clock, reminding me all the time. I can't write this great love with countless fonts. This incident has touched my heartstrings countless times. Maybe it contains a kind of commitment, it is a kind of responsibility. This heavy love is a kind of pay, more kind. Give, there is bitterness and sweetness. The waiting for that day became the 365th day of persistence, and this little love also gathered into the river of growth and flowed into my heart.

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