Feeling father love

When I was young, I had a high worship for my father's love. Dad's wide shoulders and shoulders always wrapped me up. Sometimes I was thinking: What is fatherly love? I only listen to the teacher’s mother’s love every day. Isn’t the father’s love important?

Once, I was walking down the street, just listening to a thunderous thunder, and it was pouring rain. I propped up the umbrella that I had prepared in advance, and stared at the lower grades without umbrellas. My younger siblings, I saw a tall uncle walked behind them and held up an umbrella for them. The sister only hugged the uncle and shouted: "Dad~" I saw the father’s mouth faintly smiling, not right. What did his daughter say, just gently stroking her head... I looked at the father and daughter who had left, and I didn’t know what to say, but suddenly remembered my own father...

I am thinking on the table: What is the father's love? I kept asking myself the same question, but I never got the answer, but it was also because of that season, I was deeply impressed by what father love is...

That morning was sunny, but in the afternoon it was unprepared. On that day, after school, I looked at others with umbrellas walking past me, but lost for my negligence. "Hey, today is not a good one. On the day, my mother went on a business trip, and my father was in a meeting again, hehe..." The classmates were picked up by their parents. Only one person stood alone under the roof waiting for the rain to stop, but the longer the time, the rain But I didn’t know what to say. Instead, it’s getting bigger and bigger, and it’s getting darker. I’m anxiously anxious, thinking: Hey, forget it, or “rush out of the box”, I’m just getting ready to take the first step. Just listening to a blurred figure in front of me, I saw it getting closer and closer, I looked at it with great eyes, ah! It’s my dear and lovely father, but his hand, how... no umbrella "Come, daughter, hiding under Dad's clothes, because of the haste, the umbrella forgot to bring..." My tears blurred my eyes, "Dad..." I said softly, my throat was choked. I can't speak, I hide under my father's clothes and take me back. Family.

I went home and looked at my father's loving eyes. I finally know what father love is. How great is fatherly love, fatherly love is a tall and majestic mountain, and I am the one who lives on the mountain. I can't live without it. Fatherly love may be owned by everyone, but how many people can understand the love contained in it. What? Feeling the father's love is an indispensable part of life. Let us say to our father every day: "Dad, I love you!"

Sixth grade: Zhang Jiahui