The beacon of love

There are many, many kinds of love in the world, but the deepest love is the father. And my father's love for me is always careful care everywhere. Sometimes, a father's love is a humble word. Once, on a sunny afternoon, my father took me to learn the piano by riding an electric donkey. When I arrived at school, my father said to me: "Walk up and down the stairs to the right, pay attention not to fall down..." I said, "I know." Then I hopped off to learn the piano. After class, it rained in the sky, and the more violent, the most troublesome is that only a raincoat, dad said: "I fat thick, not afraid of cold, you wear it!" At that time, I also naive thought dad really not afraid of the cold! So I put on my raincoat and went home. Back home, dad caught a cold..... Sometimes, a father's love is a surprise that moves the heart. On my ninth birthday, my father got up and turned on the computer. He asked me what flavor of cake I wanted. I said, "I like cappuccino flavor." My father didn't find it for a long time, so he went out. I thought he went to work. Until later, I heard from my mother that my father went to the cake shop to order a cake. Listen, heart flitted a gleeful! Sometimes, a father's love is a hard whip. When I was a child, I did something wrong, I thought, is not a little mistake? It's no big deal. To my surprise, my father punished me severely for this and said, "Spare the rod, spoil the child." At that time, I often complained, why have such a cruel father. Until now, I understand that dad did that, is to let me better remember, the same mistake should not be made again. A father is deep, in appearance, just layers of mist, can look carefully, but it is a lamp, guide me to the front.

A father is a mountain, it is silent, but dignified deep; A father is the warm sunshine, it is silent, but has been lighting for us. A father's love is deep, and implicit. A father, not like a mother's love, the beautiful words hanging in the mouth, a father is not as gentle and amiable as a mother's love. A father's love is to prove its existence with facts. It was a cold winter day when I was in the third grade. Since I got up late, I'm going to be late. Being late and being criticized by the teacher doesn't feel good! I hurried to tidy up my schoolbag, wash my face and eat. For me now, every second is so precious. After dinner, I went downstairs and sat on my father's battery car. Wow! How cold it is today! The biting wind hit me mercilessly, "whoo-whoosh." I was shivering with cold and my hands were stiff with cold. Where are the gloves? Oh, no, I forgot my gloves in a hurry. It's too late to get it now. What do we do? So I told my dad, "Dad, I forgot my gloves." He was silent for a moment, then took off his gloves and put them on me. What about you, Dad?" Dad laughed. "Hey, my hands can be cold!" I feel better with gloves on. Otherwise, how can I write at school? After a while, the school came. I jumped off the battery car and said goodbye to my dad. By accident, I saw Dad's. His hands were black and red with cold. Back to the classroom, my heart for a long time can not calm, just the scene, like a movie, kept showing in my mind...... If I was a lotus, then dad is a lotus leaf, set me off more beautiful; If I were a small fish, then father is a sea, so that I can live happily; If I was a grass, then dad is a piece of land, give me nutrition. I cannot forget my father's great love.