Ask for a small story that reflects the warmth of father and daughter

Summary. My dear, good evening, the warm story that touched the parents does not need to be earth-shattering, just the daily little things in life, in fact, parents don't need us to contribute to it? Of course, if we have time to cut our parents' nails, wash our hair, wash our feet, massage and massage, take our parents out for a walk, talk, and walk, these are all warm stories, which will be remembered in the hearts of our parents and move them.

Intimate and loving, with Li Xianghao at night, touching the warm story of parents, does not need to be earth-shattering, only the daily little things in life, in fact, parents don't need us to contribute to it? Of course, if we have time to cut our parents' nails, wash our hair and talk, wash our feet, massage and massage, take our parents out for a walk, talk, and walk, these are all warm stories, which will be remembered in the hearts of our parents and moved them.

Dear respect for the old and love for the young is our traditional virtue, supporting our parents is our obligation, we have the obligation to take care of our father-type mother, at the same time, we must also treat our parents with a grateful heart, it is not easy for parents to raise us, we also have to take time to accompany our parents.

Oh, my father.

Like a thorny rose.

Would love to get close to him, but there are thorns.

I can only appreciate it with my heart, and care for it once thought I knew how to love, but in my father.

I saw myself completely, and it was only a disguised love.

In my mind, "father" seems to be described only by the word fear.

My happiness is only built on my father's smile.

On his majestic face, I could only remain silent......Eliminate the fear in the heart, that is a cruel self-denial.

Let your heart be filled with sincere love, which is a fire that burns in the frozen snow.

Once, I did it wrong.

My father was serious and silent, which made me more painful than a hundred blows.

I don't know why, so I can only bow my head with a heart of fear ......Once, I was with my father.

But there was an unusually cold atmosphere.

We didn't say anything, because there was nothing to say.

I know why, but I can only ...... with my head bowed with fearI love you very much, Father, I really love you, but I'm afraid to touch you.

Because although the rose is beautiful, it has thorns.

The only way to get close to you is to pull your thorns out.

It can be painful when you pull it out.

But it allows anyone to come into contact with you without harm.

Father loves you, love without fear, because there is no fear in love One day, you suddenly changed and began to laugh.

Under your smile, all my tiredness was lifted, and all dark tethers were freed.

You say, it's because you have divine love in your heart, love from above.

On that day, you gave me a profound hug in twenty years.

It opens the door to happiness, unlocks the locks of mysteries, and removes the thorns that hurt.

I know, my father, he's changed.

You're no longer a thorny rose.

but the roses of Sharon, the lilies of the valley.

I will compare you to the most enviable of all for a long time, and I find myself exposed in your love.

Your smile makes me feel ashamed.

The terrible ego, arrogance, and stubbornness melt into the flames of your love at once! Father, roses are beautiful, and roses without thorns are more able to make people approach him without fear.

And you, my father, are the most beautiful and thornless rose.

"The Name of the Miracle is Father".

In 1948, on a ship crossing the Atlantic, a father took his young daughter to meet his wife in the United States.

The sea is calm and calm, and the magnificent clouds of morning and dusk alternate. One morning, the man was peeling apples with his waist knife in the cabin, but the boat suddenly shook violently, and the knife was stabbed in the chest when the man fell. His whole body trembled, and his lips instantly turned blue.

The 6-year-old daughter was frightened by her father's instantaneous change, screaming and rushing over to help him, but he smiled and pushed his daughter's hand away: "It's okay, I just fell." Then he gently picked up the knife, got up very slowly, and unobtrusively wiped the blood from the blade with his thumb.

For the next three days, the man sang lullabies for his daughter every night as usual, tied a beautiful bow for her in the morning, and took her to see the blue of the sea. It was business as usual in the middle of nowhere, and the youngest daughter could not yet notice that her father was weaker and paler with each minute than the last, and that his eyes were so sad when he looked at the horizon.

On the eve of his arrival, the man came to his daughter and said, "When you see your mother tomorrow, please tell her that I love her." ”

The daughter was puzzled and asked, "But you are going to see her tomorrow, why don't you tell her yourself?"

He smiled and leaned over his daughter to give him a deep kiss on the forehead.

When the ship arrived in New York Harbor, the daughter recognized her mother at a glance in the bustling crowd, and she shouted, "Mom! Mom! ”

At this moment, the surrounding people suddenly exclaimed, and when the daughter turned around, she saw that her father had fallen on his back, and the blood in his chest was like a blowout, and the whole sky was ......dyed red in an instant

The autopsy stunned everyone: the knife pierced through the heart with incredible precision, but he lived for 3 more days and was not noticed by anyone. The only possible explanation is that the wound was so small that the severed myocardium remained attached to it as it was, maintaining a blood supply for 3 days.

This is a rare miracle in the history of medicine. At medical conferences, some people said to call it an Atlantic miracle, some suggested naming it after the dead, and some said it was called a miracle ......

That's enough. It was an old doctor sitting in the chief, with a white beard and wrinkles full of the wisdom of life, who shouted loudly at this moment, and then said word by word: "The name of this miracle is father." ”

A touching story that is famous!