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If I were a bird, then father's love is the sky, I fly in the father's care. If I were a boat, then father's love is the ocean, I cruise in the warmth of the father's love. Once, the teacher asked us to go home and make a mind map. As soon as I got home, I called my father to help me complete the thinking map, but my father said: "their own things to do, dad has something!" Hearing this, I ran angrily to my room. I think: you help me now, I can forgive you. But I ushered in is "bang", that is the sound of closing the door, dad not only did not help me, but also out. I sullenly worked on my mind map, but I couldn't do it halfway through. I was sad to think: hum, dad must not love me, must ignore me. The more I think of gas, all of a sudden rushed to bed will "Wah wah" cry, cry for a while I fell asleep. When I woke up, I rubbed my eyes and saw a complete mental map on my desk. I wondered: How could there be a mind map? Could it be my father? No, it can't be him. I must be dreaming. And he pinched his own thigh. "Oh, it hurts." I said loudly, the voice alarmed my father, father quickly ran to my room. The father looked flustered and asked, "Son, what's wrong with you?" "Nothing," I said with a sheepish smile. "Dad helped you with your mind map." Dad pointed to the picture on the table. "But aren't you out? I heard the door close." I asked incredulously. "I went and bought you the tools." A father is a mountain, let your body and mind even under wind, frost, rain and thunder, but also calm and stable.

Father's love is selfless, father's love is the greatest. This great father's love makes me moved. On Saturday, the day cloudless, sunny weather, my father and I went to the south mountain. The mountains are disconnected and very steep. My father and I came to the foot of the mountain ready to climb. We climbed while talking and laughing, and singing songs. After climbing for a while, the front side suddenly appeared many prickly branches blocked our way, I opened my mouth, frowning, do not know how to go. Just then my father followed me. He seemed to see what I was thinking. He smiled and said, "Here, let me clear the way for you in the front, and you in the back, watch out for the thorns on the branches." Hearing these words, my heart warmed. So, we continue to move forward, father one foot on a branch, put it down; The other foot is on the other branch; Like a Batman. I grabbed my father's coat, very carefully walk past; My father carefully protected me, pushing the branches aside with his hand. Then my father very kindly said to me: "for you to open the way, now you can go by yourself." So I went ahead and led the way again! Walking, found in front of a lot of peach blossom is opening, pink peach blossom in the sunlight is particularly gorgeous. I happily ran to my father: "Dad, dad, you quickly give me a flower!" Dad mouthful but I gave me a pick, but when he put the flowers to me, I found that my father had blood on his hands! I was so surprised that I couldn't help thinking: why would dad have blood on his hands? I was puzzled, after a while, I want to understand, must be my father to give me "open" with his hand to push the branches to one side of the hand pricked out the blood. This incident moved me very much, and now I understand that parents can do everything for us. Dad, I love you. You're the greatest.