There are 700 touching stories of baked sweet potatoes describing father's love.

Li Yongyi, experimental primary school 60 1 class

Father loves mountains and mother love the water. When I was young, I got a lot of such love. They raised me like dew and let me grow up slowly, but this time my father's love made me unforgettable.

I remember it was a winter night, and it was time for dinner. Suddenly, the smell of baked sweet potatoes came from other people's homes, and the taste was attractive. So, I clamored for baked sweet potatoes. My mother saw it and said to me angrily, "In this winter, who will sell sweet potatoes outside, and it is still snowing heavily." 、

At that time, I was still young, not sensible, did not listen to my mother's advice, and clamored for food. My dad saw it and said to me, "Then I'll buy it for you!" " "

Afterwards, I put on my coat and went out. My father's back disappeared in the snow. One minute passed, and half an hour later, my father didn't come back. An hour has passed and dad hasn't come back yet. This is my idea. Where did my father buy it? Did you go out to play or forget? Or ..... I had a lot of fantasies in my head. After a while, my father still didn't come back. My mother called my father several times, but no one answered. My mother and I are both in a panic, afraid that something will happen to my father. Walking around the house in a hurry, just as we were about to go out to find dad, the doorbell suddenly rang. Mother hurried to open the door. As soon as the door opened, a cold wind drifted into the room. Outside, a wet man stood at the door, looking at his father. He was soaked to the skin, his ears and face were red with cold, his hands were cracked by excessive frostbite, and he was still holding something wrapped in paper. Seeing his father like this, I secretly left tears. Dad smiled and said to me, "Come on, I bought you a baked sweet potato." Seeing my father's indifferent expression, I was moved by my father again.

That night, I was eating the baked sweet potato my father bought me, and I remembered the scene when my father sold me sweet potatoes. A kind of fatherly love welled up in my heart, and I really wanted to say "thank you" to my father.