Mother is water, nourishing you, and father is a mountain, protecting you. In our eyes, father is always strict and intimidates you. But in a cold winter, I changed my mind about my father.
The cold wind is howling outside, and there is only warmth and comfort in the room. Father came to check on me again. I was still drunk in my room, shaking my head and wearing only a thin coat, and came in to help me cover the quilt. My father looked at the open window and closed it carefully to resist the biting cold wind for fear of waking me up. When he left, he also inspected it from time to time. In the morning, his father went to work.
My father always looks serious at ordinary times. Now, I think his cold face shows his love for me, and his eyes show his concern for me. The wrinkles carved on his face by the years prove his deep love for our family. Writing this composition, I thought of a sentence, "I am very lucky, I have a kind mother and a strict father." In our life, we need both mother's encouragement to stabilize our confidence and father's encouragement.
"I love my mother, and I love my father." This is what I have never said from my heart. I want to tell you that although your father's love can't be revealed, it will always hurt you deeply.