Father‘s love
All say that love is great and selfless, in fact, fatherly love is express volumes.
My father is a carpenter, a black and a white hair, a pair of one‘s eyes brimming with radiating vigour eyes, big nose is a lovely catfish mouth. This is my ordinary father.
My father is a real redneck, usually not much words, silent as a mountain. But the simple, honest, can not cover up the elegant temperament, he always pay attention to their words, in their own words and deeds to tell me the truth in life.
Once, my father took a wooden work, nor let the father on the door to do color pretty, red. My father came home for dinner, thinking of this, watch TV and thinking about it. I couldn‘t help, complained: " Dad, you still think which! You play nice, people do not give you money, play is not pretty, and they will not give you the money, but also so much, why old miss! "
Father says: " no no, play beautiful even though he does not give me money, but I the performance obtained his approval, he will be looking for me to do the work, not to give me that money is a matter? " Father smiled, " if I don‘t do well, don‘t just give me your name was bad? Even if he can‘t find me working, we are a friend, I do not lose. "
From the mouth to spit out the catfish such beautiful words! Looked at his father‘s smiling eyes, my long time of taste of the beautiful words.
The lush mountain never abandon every blade of grass, a towering mountain never give up a stone. My father is a mountain, he bit by bit and caress me grow up healthy, in my eyes, this mountain, more and more high. Father‘s love!
