That mountain in the rain

The class bell rang, and I looked around before I ran into the classroom. The clouds in the sky are a bit gray, and there is a cold breeze from time to time. My heart is very dull, I don't know how, just like this weather.

The time for a class soon passed, and the students went out of the classroom with their bags. My heart is still uncomfortable, just like a pound of stone on an ant. There was a drizzle outside the window. The students at the school gate were taken away. Only I am alone at the door, as a grass is helpless. I am looking forward to the arrival of my family.

Soon, a familiar figure appeared in my sight. I saw my father riding his electric car that was "high" and slowly coming to me. My father is not tall, like me, driving a pair of glasses, is an ordinary doctor.

The car stopped in front of me, and my father "brushed" to come to me, staring at me eagerly. "Is it okay?" "Nothing." I replied. "Sorry, Dad is late." He hurriedly took off his raincoat and put it on for me. He said, "Oh, I just took one in a hurry when I went out."

In fact, before I read the fifth grade, I always thought that he was a strict father. In my eyes, my mother was in the daytime, dedicated to caring and caring for children; my father was a black angel, dedicated to scolding and teaching children. It wasn't until I couldn't help but hold an Olympiad question. When I asked my father, I changed my opinion. On that night, my father worked hard on the Olympics day and night, only giving me a satisfactory answer for tomorrow. Whether it is daytime or black angels, they are all caring about their children, but the methods are different.

I got a comfort when I put on my father's raincoat and heard my father's soft words. With the father on the electric car, suddenly remembered the father without a raincoat, suddenly, tears flowed in the eyes, the restless heart scattered a few points.

On the way, the rain wet the father's clothes, but I hid behind my father and did not suffer any harm. At this time, I am like a tree relying on Mount Tai, let the wind and rain pass over Mount Tai, and I will not be hurt by half. I think that my heart is exhausted!

Father! You are Mount Tai, I am a tree, the storm is coming, except who, who is my shade under the unobstructed sky?

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