What is fatherly love?

Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.

There is a kind of love that is silent; There is a kind of love that is serious. It's boundless fatherly love.

Father's love, it is like white wine, spicy and warm, easy to get drunk; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, which is easy to move people; Also like tea, it is plain and kind, and can make people unconsciously addicted.

It was a day of summer vacation. Just came out from my classmate's house, it began to rain cats and dogs. I was embarrassed to go back to my classmate's house, so I had to bite the bullet. I dodged everywhere and tried my best, but I was caught in the damn rain. Along the way, I kept cursing God and this overbearing rain. Suddenly, in the distance, I saw a familiar figure, that's dad! "Dad!" I quickly shouted. Dad seemed to hear my voice, too, and hurried towards me. "What brings you here? I looked for you for a long time and went to your classmate's house, but I couldn't find you. It's raining so hard that I'm not afraid of catching a cold? ! Hurry home! " In the eyes of my father, I am a child who will never grow up. All the way, we were silent. I looked at my father casually. The rain has soaked half of his body, and his face can't tell which is sweat and which is rain. It turned out that in order to keep me from getting wet, my father moved a large part of his small umbrella to me. As a result, he got himself wet. Before I knew it, my eyes were full of tears, which slipped silently.

Think about my former father. He wouldn't give me a hug like my mother, nor would he ask me questions with concern like my mother. I think that's just because fatherly love is silent and deep, and I didn't feel it with my heart before. At this time, my tears of disappointment once again ran down my cheeks. Maybe my father saw my mistake and said to me, "What's wrong with you?" I just reacted and quickly defended: "It's raining, and the rain fell into my eyes." My father coughed like an invisible needle, which stung my heart. I instinctively pushed the umbrella to my father and said, "I have an umbrella with me!" " Dad smiled with relief, and I smiled too.

Father has always been a silent and serious image in our children's hearts. He hides his tender and fragile lingering feelings deeply, and his love for us is always unconditional, piling up bit by bit. Father's care and love is like a mountain, with dignity on his head, but true feelings flowing in his heart, which is enough for us to lean on it safely.

Father is like a book. Young children often can't understand his father. Only when they really grow up and know what this means can they re-read his sincere heart.

Fatherly love is a masterpiece that shocks the soul. After reading it, you can understand the whole life.