Feel the father's love

Feel the father's love

If the mother's love is a blooming lily, and its fascinating aroma is radiated in every corner, then the father's love is a jasmine, which silently spits its fresh fragrance in a corner! We have always praised the greatness of maternal love, but who knows the subtlety of fatherly love!

How ordinary the word father is, but how extraordinary this love is.

A jasmine may not have the aroma of spleen, but it will always make you feel fresh, feel elegant, and fatherly love is like this, as quiet as jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will be with you for the rest of your life. I am not a father's own, but the love he gave me from a young age is indeed a little bit of this. In my uncle's mouth, I know how much he paid for me. When I was a father, I raised a person alone. When he earned 30 yuan a day, he had to buy milk powder for me and raised me as a princess. I didn’t let me eat a bit of bitterness. My infancy has passed away in his love. When I was in my kindergarten, he worked hard all day. At that time, I was still young. I didn't understand how hard he worked. He only knew that when he came to pick me up, the sweat on the bronze face continued to drop, but he smiled to meet the test of life. Although I don't know too much, I have at least seen my father's optimistic heart. But once, when my father came to pick me up, I saw that his chin was severely cut and my tears sprang from me. I rushed over and cried and asked my father what happened. He laughed and didn't answer. Later, I learned that it was cut at the construction site by the cutting machine. My father’s love is a ray of sunshine in the spring, shining on my body; it is a cool breeze in the summer, blowing away the irritability of my heart; it is a bunch of fruit in autumn, guiding me toward Success; it is a fire in the winter, warming my cold heart. Father's love, everywhere!

Sixth grade: Liu Xiaofang