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Summary. In our lives, the love of parents is a small umbrella sent in the rain and a charcoal fire sent in the snow.

In our lives, the love of parents is a small umbrella sent in the rain, what is it?

In our lives, the love of parents is a small umbrella sent in the rain and a charcoal fire sent in the snow.

Or whatever. It's a bowl of noodle soup when you're hungry.

Father's love is a mountain, so that your body and mind are calm and firm even if they bear the wind, frost, rain and snow; Father's love is an ocean, so that your soul is still kind and tolerant even if it encounters lightning and thunder; Father's love is a ray of light, allowing your heart to see the path of light even if it is on the verge of darkness; Fatherly love is a breeze that refreshes your mind even when it is stained with dirty dirt; Father's love is a ray of sunshine that makes your heart feel the heat of summer even in the cold winter; Father's love is an umbrella that will keep your life's journey safe and sound, even through thick and thin.

Father's love under the umbrella.

Father's love, like mother's love, is great, selfless, and beautiful...

I remember one time, when I was excitedly carrying my schoolbag and preparing to go home, there was an incomprehensible dark cloud floating in the sky, which seemed to vent its anger, and made an earth-shattering thunder, which was frightening, but after a while, it cried again to vent its anger, and it began to rain heavily on the ground. What should I do, I didn't bring an umbrella! My heart is anxious like an ant on a hot pot, and my heart is spinning all the time.

At this time, my father came back from work to know that I didn't have an umbrella, so he came to pick me up, and I seemed to see light and hope, and ran to my father.

On the way home, I clearly knew that my father was a person who was extremely prone to colds, let alone in such cold weather! So, I gently pushed the umbrella towards my father, who smiled at me and continued walking. On the road, a cool breeze blew, I couldn't help shivering, my father seemed to find out that I was so cold, and without hesitation, he took off his coat and put it on me, at this time, my father was only left with a thin underwear, I asked my father softly, "Dad, aren't you cold?"

The father smiled and replied, "It's okay, you can wear it!" "Along the way, I felt so quiet, it seemed that it was just me and my father's voice.

When I got home, I was amazed to find my father soaking wet, with a runny nose and sneezing. It must have been that I was just talking and didn't notice that my father gave me the umbrella, why was I so careless! I rushed into the room, tears welling up in my eyes, blaming myself.

Father's love is great and selfless, and after this incident, I understand my father's love for me, and I just want to say: I love you, my father.