Write a novel narrative of father s love, and write a small thing that can express father s love

Uh, your dad helped you dry the quilt just because you said it inadvertently, it's so cold, the quilt doesn't have any temperature at all.

And then he dried your quilt, but he didn't, and then he wrote about it.

This case is well written, that is, it is small and big, and it is not well written, so ask for more blessings.

Your dad comes to pick you up every day, and when it's raining, he braves the rain to bring you an umbrella.

If it is said: mother's love is like water, then father's love is a mountain. If it is said:

Mother's love is a trickling stream, then, father's love is a rolling cloud. Yes, a father's love, like a mountain, is tall and firm. Every bit and drop of a father's love is worth savoring.

A father's love, like a mother's love, is the greatest love in the world. I can often experience the mountain of fatherly love. Once, while I was having breakfast, it suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the whole sky, followed by a thunderclap, and after a while, it began to rain again.

My face became sad: it was raining heavily, how should I go to school, I had to be drenched in soup. My father, who was sitting next to me, seemed to see my thoughts and said to me

It doesn't matter, you have to eat, although the motorcycle can't be taken, but there is still a bicycle. After eating, Dad will send you to school. After eating, we sat in the car.

I was wearing a raincoat myself, and since my father's raincoat was in the office, I sat behind the saddle and gave him an umbrella. Along the way, the umbrella was mostly on top of me, only a little bit to keep my dad out of the bigger and bigger raindrops. Drops of rain fell on Dad, and Dad said:

Never mind. "Finally we got to school. When my father was leaving, he gave me an umbrella.

I said, "Dad, how can you go back without an umbrella!" It has to get wet.

Dad said, "It doesn't matter, I like to get rainy." "We gave in a few times, and in the end the umbrella was still in my hand.

Dad bent over, the big, cold raindrops hitting him, and sped away on his bike. I looked at my father's departing figure and thought, "Father's love is as generous as a mountain!"

Once, my father took me to Jiaonan on a motorcycle. On the way, a strong wind suddenly blew in the sky. I'm very thinly dressed, how can I withstand such a strong wind?

Maybe my dad was feeling cold too, so he stopped the car and asked me with concern, "Is it cold?" I said, "It's not cold, it's not cold at all."

If it's cold, I'll take off my coat and put it on you. "I know that my dad is wearing less clothes than I do, and at such a time, how can I ask him for clothes? So, I continued to endure the cold.

After a while, I couldn't hold it anymore and sneezed. When my father heard this, he stopped the car and said to me with a little reproach, "I don't say anything when it's cold, you see, I'm all cold."

So saying, he took off his coat and put it on me. I said, "Dad, I'm really not cold.

Dad said, "It's okay, I'm in good health." You see, I'm alone on the street in a shirt, how fashionable!

I know that Dad said this to keep me from being sad. How much fatherly love is contained in a thin piece of clothing! A father's love is real, without flowery words or intimate artificiality.

A father's love is heavy, and it will not be expressed directly, and sometimes it feels like punishment. But father's love is in my heart: it is the deepest, the longest aging, the most astringent, and the most beneficial.

It is a high mountain, and children are forever under the protection of the mountain. A father's love is like a mountain.

I peeked at my father's sideburns. Rough fingers. Inadvertently across my cheek.

Like a withered yellow branch, it is not so comfortable, but it is full of happiness and love、。。 The years have taken away my father's sturdy **.

Only the father was left with dryness and calluses.

Han Xiaoyu: This homework is also pretending.

Although mother's love makes people feel the warmth of home, father's love is deeper and stronger than mother's love. Father's love is like a furnace, bringing me warmth all winter; Father's love is like a watermelon, bringing me a summer of cool dust.

I remember one night a few years ago, I said to my dad to Paitan, "Daddy, peel me a mango to eat!" "Okay!

Daddy's voice came from the living room. After a while, I ran to the kitchen and saw my dad looking intently peeling the mango with a knife. Soon, a mango was peeled.

Dad handed me the mango, and I ate it with relish. But Dad himself was reluctant to eat it, so he only gnawed on the flesh on the skin.

Seeing this, I wanted to say something, but as soon as I opened my mouth, my voice stopped abruptly. I didn't say anything, just savored the love. In an instant, I understood what a father's love tasted like. The taste of fatherly love is as sweet and not greasy as the sweet and delicious mango.

This sweet but not greasy mango has melted in my heart. To this day, I have kept this matter in my heart and enjoyed this strong love alone. Whenever I wanted to say it to my dad stupidly, I swallowed it back in my stomach.

Because I understand that the love hidden in the heart is the truest love. Like the taste of father's love, sweet but not greasy, it is shown by action.

Classmate, I hope it can help you, thank you,