Father said, however, some heavy, also some silent, heavy because he put all love to us, because he doesn't know how to express their silence. Face the love, we also want to silence of the bear, under a mountain of the father loves the......
In my life, a mother's love is important, for the father loves the are also important, he familiar face and voice, have been silent with I grow up.
That is a black clouds of bad weather, the sky tear up a big cut, as if mocking, hissing at, it was raining harder and harder, my heart is more and more anxious. Mother has gone to work, as for dad...... He is in my heart has been very serious very cold, he must not to send me an umbrella. But, I still had to standing at the school gate, keep looking around, the in the mind burst instantly into a rush of anger, and spread quickly. When I was about to desperate rushed into when the heavy rain, the far-away place a familiar and unfamiliar shadow into my eyes, and that's dad? My in the mind keep asking myself. Near the close, he came before me, dad! I immediately feel a sense of touching, dad some regret I hope lookout, simple said 1; "Let's go." Father's hair some messy, one hand into her coat pockets, the other hand is lifted up the umbrella to his clothes with quite a few pieces of mud it, I had to have the hand, dad doesn't like the hands in in your pocket, but today... I stopped footstep, found that only the father seems to be dyed red pocket what though, I subconsciously touch, but dad was twitching once, I will dad is the strong hand pulled out from his pocket, with a lot of above blood! I looked at my father, trembling asked; "What's the matter, dad?" Dad forcing a smile way: "nothing, come to meet your time for motorcycle to hang to to bandage will be coming for you......" I was stunned eyes dull looking at the father, the tears can't help flow down, dad some panic ground to say: "nothing, nothing really." I pulled up his father's hand, and he flies into the arms of......
Father is like this, there are always too many unutterable love, have been yi in the heart, and come out...... in warm For the father loves the hills, always have so many heavy love, but the love of silence secretly to you, don't leave any trace.
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