Dad's love

The word "father loves the mountain" I think is probably used to describe my father! Although he is not very tall, my father is a tall and majestic mountain in my mind, a mountain that I can rely on when I can rely on it. Although Dad is sometimes very strict with me and even makes me daunting, I know that this is also a way for him to love me. Take the morning thing:

This morning, I was doing the artwork while writing the text. After a while, Dad came over. He saw me use it with one heart and two, and sternly accused me: "How old are you, still playing this? Then again, writing homework Write homework! The homework is written in a mess. I don’t hit you!” The father at this time is as strict as a tiger that eats people.

Most of the time, Dad loves me very much, just like the patron saint, and no matter how dangerous things I encounter, he can always be like a god.

When I was very young, once, my fever burned to 42 degrees. At that time, my forehead was hot and hot, my lips were black, my mother was scared of the six gods, and cried and called my father: "Where are you, fast? Come back, billions is not good!” After listening to her mother, Dad was very anxious, but while comforting her mother, she reminded her mother to go to the hospital to bring something, and quickly drove the car home. Doorway. On the way to the hospital, I had a fever and a mouthful of foam. At this time, my father was still so calm and calm. He reminded her mother to talk to me from time to time, and I was afraid that I would sleep. After the doctor said, fortunately, I sent it in time, and later I was afraid that it would be life-threatening. Thanks to my patron saint, at the crucial moment, it was as stable as Taishan.

There is a song that sings well: "There are only mothers in the world! There are mothers who are like treasures." Now I want to sing this song to my father. "There are fathers in the world, and dad's children are more like treasures!"

The third grade of Nanjing Road, Nanchang City: Xu Zhiyi