Composition reflecting the real feelings of the life world 600

Father's love is a mountain, guarding the fire of life; Father's love is fire, which lights the lamp of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the way to lead your life.

I don't know why my father's straight back is bent, why his handsome face is haggard, why his thick black hair is gray, and for whom my father has worked hard for most of his life. ...

Until the third grade.

On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I was sitting on the bus, getting off and going home alone. However, I saw a person, shivering in the dark world and the cold wind. The wind kept blowing his skirts-that's his father! Through the window, I clearly saw my father's white hair. This is not a bright moon, there is no gorgeous decoration, but it is white hair. That is a white hair. Father's white hair was overwhelmed by strong winds again and again, but he stood indomitable again and again. I know who this must be for. ...

Is it my father's white hair, or is my father's heart constantly being crushed and raised? The bus was near the station, and I got off quickly. Obviously, my father saw me. He stopped blocking the coat in the wind with his fingers and ran quickly to me. His coat completely succumbed to the strong wind, but he didn't care about the naked red sweater jumping towards me in this inexplicable darkness.

At that moment, I clearly saw my father's fiery heart approaching me in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears.

My father gently took my hand to warm it up, but what I touched was obviously a big hand as cold as ice. I held my father's hand tightly, but he was too busy to avoid it. "My hands are too cold." Regardless of my father's dodge, I caught those cold big hands back, knowing that I was grasping the wealth of my life.

With the aging of life, my father turned into a mountain, a fire, a lamp, a road, a little fatherly love, accompanied me every day and every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your love is the wealth of your daughter's life, because with your love, her daughter will never be poor.