Dad's hand

Out of Luo Zhongli's "Father", set in Zhu Ziqing's "Background".

Whenever I see my father's big hand, I feel warm. I remember when I was young, every time I walked with my father, my father would take my little hand and hold it tightly. I was happy to jump and dance. We are like two birds, I am a bird, my father is a big bird, the big bird protects the bird, and I love the bird.

Whenever Dad tells me a solution, the big hand will open up on my book. He points and points, draws circles, and the big hand is always moving and turning around. It is kind and kind and kind.

Whenever my test scores are not good, my mother always finishes, and my father is a helping hand to me. His hand is a savior, touch my head, pat my shoulder and say: It doesn't matter, I will work hard again next time!"

Whenever you walk in the snow and ice, clapping your father's big hand is a feeling of happiness, a feeling of happiness, a feeling of beauty, a feeling of warmth, and that is a kind of dependence.

People say that the father loves nothing, my father is the same, not that can speak, but his hand can make me understand my father's hard work.

Life is getting worse every day, and my father is getting old. When I was young, his hands were big, white and fat. But now, his skin is slack, he bid farewell to me for me. The era entered middle age.

Father love is the mountain, care for the fire of life; father love is the fire, ignite the lamp of hope; father love is the lamp, illuminate the way forward; father love is the road, lead your life, the father turns his hands into mountains, Turning into fire, turning into a lamp, turning into a road, turning into a little bit of fatherly love, with me for a minute and a second, with me forever.

Sixth grade: June snow