Fatherly love, speechless

Wind, silent, blowing green earth; love, speechless, nourishing the heart. I used to think that my father was a slow-hearted person. When I was a child, I was flying my kite. My mother was with me. My kite was my father. Learning to ride a bicycle, it is the mother who helped me to fall, and I stood by and shouted and asked me to climb up to continue my father. When I was a child, it was my father. It was my mother who gave me medicine. It is my mother to hold a birthday party and to accompany me to blow the candles. It is my father who blows balloons for me. Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to remove the bad nails, I twitched me slightly and told me not to be afraid. It was my mother, who was squatting and screaming by me, my father. ... Is it true that the father does not express feelings, or... I began to look for answers with my heart. Every time, my bicycle had a small problem. The next day, it was repaired and it was polished. Afterwards, I realized that my father did it. On the morning before each exam, my pencil will be placed on my desk. Afterwards, I realized that it was my father’s work. Every time when I was angry for a sudden trip, the TV screen would always shine, I know, it was my father. Every time I go home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know that my father did it. The papers on the desk were arranged by the father. The beloved table on the bed was repaired by my father. The seal on the wall of the cottage was wiped out by the father. ...... violently, I realized: not my father is "slow", but my stupidity, I did not realize the warmth that came out behind the silence! Light, silent, illuminate the earth; love, speechless, warmth the heart. Father love, speechless.

Fatherly love, speechless

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