Love under the umbrella

In my memory, there have been many people who have helped me. I am very grateful to them, but what I want to thank most is my father, because there is something buried in my memory!

It was a cold afternoon, "哗啦哗啦", the rain kept on, and a chilly wind screamed. I didn't bring an umbrella, which really annoyed me. At this time, I saw a familiar face, "Dad," I called. Dad smiled, I took his arm and walked into the rainy world together. Walking, suddenly, I found the umbrella smashed. I was covered by my father’s blue-black umbrella on my head, and my father’s head was almost all sky. I said, “Dad, umbrella. Dad turned his face and squatted down and said kindly: "Oh, no!" "Strange, obviously smashed to me." I asked Dad in confusion. Dad looked at me affectionately, touched my head, laughed and said nothing. Inadvertently, I found that my father’s shoulders were a little trembling. At this moment, the rain is even bigger. The raindrops are as big as the soy beans, forming a huge bead curtain between the heavens and the earth. Seeing this, Dad hurriedly said: "Child, are you cold? Put on this cotton jacket!" In order not to worry Dad, I said, "Dad, I... not cold, you wear it." After Dad listened, Frowning, looked a little angry, said with a rough voice: "Let you wear, you wear, don't worry, I am not cold." No way, because I know clearly, Dad's words are not negotiable, I Had to "follow the life is not as good as life", wearing a cotton jacket. At this point, I was in tears, and the tears fell like broken beads. It was a tearful touch...

Love is a warm word. It is it that adds sweetness to my life; it is it that has created a miracle for my growth. That is the love that my father gave me!

The third grade of experimental country in Hechi City, Jincheng District, Hechi, Guangxi: Wei Yaxin