Please write a composition of about 500 words on the topic of "Rereading Father" or "Rereading Mother"

If maternal love is like water, then paternal love is a mountain. If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud. Yes, my father's love is as tall and firm as a mountain. Father's love, every bit is worth savoring. Fatherly love, like maternal love, is the greatest love in the world. I can often feel the mountains of father's love.

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Once, I was having breakfast when it suddenly got dark and dark clouds covered the whole sky. Then there was thunder, and soon it began to rain again. I became sad: it rained heavily. How do I get to school? I'm soaked through. My father who sat by seemed to read my mind and said to me, "Never mind, eat quickly. Although the motorcycle will not catch fire, there are bicycles. " After dinner, dad will take you to school. After dinner, we sat in the car. I wore a raincoat myself. Because my father's raincoat was in the office, I sat behind the car seat and gave him an umbrella. Along the way, most of the umbrellas were on me, only a little to prevent my father's raindrops from getting bigger and bigger. Raindrops hit my father, but his father said, "It doesn't matter." Finally, we arrived at school. When dad left, he just gave me his umbrella. I said, "Dad, how can you go back without an umbrella?" ! I got wet. "Dad said," It doesn't matter, I like getting wet. "We made concessions several times, and finally the umbrella was still in my hand. Dad bent down, and the big and cold rain hit him and rode away quickly. I watched my father leave and thought, "My father loves me like a mountain! "

Once, my father took me to Jiaonan to see a doctor by motorcycle. On the way, a strong wind suddenly blew. I'm dressed very thinly. How can I stand such a strong wind? Maybe dad feels cold, too. He stopped the car and asked me with concern, "Is it cold?" I said, "No, not at all." "If it is cold, just say something. I'll take off my coat and put it on you. " I know, my father wears less clothes than me. How can I ask him for clothes at this time? So, I continue to endure the cold. After a while, I couldn't hold on and sneezed. Hearing this, my father stopped the car and said to me with a little reproach, "It's so cold and quiet. You see, everyone is catching cold. " Say, take off your coat and put it on for me. I said, "Dad, I'm really not cold." Dad said, "it doesn't matter, I'm in good health." You see, I'm the only one wearing a shirt in the street. How fashionable! " I know, dad said that to make me feel better. How much fatherly love a thin dress contains!

Father's love is real, without flowery words and affection. Father's love is very heavy, not directly expressed, and sometimes it feels like punishment. But father's love is in my heart: the deepest impression, the longest prescription, the most astringent feeling and the greatest benefit. It is a high mountain, and the children will always be protected by it.