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, father's love is as tall and firm as a mountain. Every bit of fatherly love is worth savoring. Fatherly love, like maternal love, is the greatest love in the world. I often feel like a mountain. Dark clouds covered the whole sky, and then there was thunder. Soon, it began to rain again. I became sad: it rained heavily. How should I get to school? I had to get soaked. My father who sat by seemed to read my mind and said to me, "Never mind, you should eat quickly. Although the motorcycle won't catch fire, there are bicycles. After dinner, I have a bike. " Because my father's raincoat was in the office, I sat behind the car seat and gave him an umbrella. Most of the umbrellas were above me along the way, only a little bit blocked the growing raindrops. Raindrops hit dad one by one, but dad said, "It doesn't matter." Finally, we arrived at school. When my father left, he just gave me his umbrella. I said, "Dad, without an umbrella, how can you?" I got wet. "Dad said," It doesn't matter, I like getting wet. "We gave in 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 looked at the back of my father's departure 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." "Let me know if it's cold, and I'll take off your coat." I know, my father wears less 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. When my father heard this, he stopped the car and said to me a little reproachfully, "It's cold. Look, it is cold. " Then he took off his coat and put it on me. I said, "Dad, I'm really not cold." The father said, "Never mind." I know, my father said this in order not to make me sad. How much fatherly love a thin dress contains! Father's love is real, without flowery words and artificial intimacy. 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 limitation, the most astringent feeling and the greatest benefit. It is a high mountain, and it will always be a child-under the protection of the mountain. Father loves mountains.