Father's love is like a cup of coffee, the first mouth is bitter, but the more you taste, the sweeter it becomes; Father's love is like a piece of candy, the appearance is hard, the heart is soft; Father's love is like a book, the surface is plain, but the book is full of knowledge.
My father is strict, but loves me y. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard, when I was giddy and my parents came to the square to practice skateboarding, I first put one foot on the skateboard, the other foot on the ground vigorously stomping, but how to stand unsteady, the more will not be skating, the more anxious heart, the more anxious on the more slippery, I don't want to learn, on the mother and father, said: "Let's go home. " Dad said loudly: "No, have not yet learned it? How can we go home? You can't do anything halfway." I thought to myself, "Why don't you let my mom help me to learn? I was about to implement my plan, my father seemed to see my mind, said to me: "Learn anything on your own, so that you can learn better and faster, too much dependence on the learning is not good. How about this, we compare, see who learns first, okay?" I dared to be angry, unhappy, said: "OK, than than than." I think: I don't believe, you can learn, age a lot of people.
Looking at my father's clumsy body, constantly skating the disobedient skateboard, ridiculous, "thud" sound, not good, my father fell, at this time, only to see my father climbed up from the ground unhurriedly, squatting on the ground, looking at the skateboard, as if in thought, but also as if in the study, not long after, my father stepped on the skateboard, one foot mastered the direction, swaying from side to side, and the other foot mastered the direction. One foot mastered the direction, swaying from side to side, the other foot hard skating, slowly the body became so light, so beautiful. "I can skate now, come and see." Dad shouted happily. I looked down in shame, thinking that if dad could learn, what couldn't I learn, and under the influence of dad's example, I finally learned too.
Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school, my father saw me limping, heartbroken, busy helping me to sit down, and asked me with concern: "What's wrong." After listening to my story, he hurriedly took out the safflower oil from the medicine box, and helped me apply the wound while blowing on the painful place with his mouth, saying, "You bear it, it will be a little painful at first, and when the blood spreads out slowly, it won't hurt anymore." In the father's "treatment", gradually I feel much better, my feet do not hurt ......
Ah! Dad, I want to tell you, I love you too.