Love brings me understanding.
Maternal love is maternal love; Fatherly love is fatherly love. Whenever we praise how great and selfless maternal love is, my friend, do you feel the calmness, greatness and selflessness of fatherly love?
Every weekend, when I get home, the atmosphere at home suddenly turns from cold to hot. After some complaints, there is always a big dinner waiting for me. Looking at a bowl of delicious fish soup on the table reminds me of an unforgettable scene. ...
It was a Saturday afternoon, and it was raining in Mao Mao. Dad said he would buy a fish because he knew that my favorite food was fish. Come to the food market, bustling, very lively!
My dad stopped the car, told me to wait by, and said to me, "Don't go away, take care of things, I'll be right back." I replied, watching my father squeeze into the crowd. My father is middle-aged, very thin, and his dark skin color shows his haggard. Father pushed his way through the crowd and came to the fish stall. I saw him lift his trouser legs, crouch down and choose carefully. Father asked the price, looked at the fish again and said discontentedly, "The price is too high and the fish is not good." So he went to another fish stall, reached into the water with one hand and repeatedly picked the fish, but his father still didn't buy it. Seeing the rain in Mao Mao adsorbed on my father's black coat, my hair was wet by the rain in Mao Mao, my father's leather shoes stuck several times stepped on the puddle, splashing a lot of water droplets, and my trousers were wet, but my father didn't notice it at all, and he spoke wholeheartedly to the vendor. I looked at my father's figure in the drizzle, and I couldn't help thinking of his running around these years. He runs transportation every day, sometimes once a day, sometimes twice a day. During the busy farming season, my father has to take care of both the unit and the family, but he has never heard anything from his father. Thinking of this, my father came to me with a lively fish and seemed very satisfied.
Along the way, I always ride behind my father. His tall figure has always been in front of me, and I can always look at my father and follow him.
My father has done a lot for me, which I will never forget.
My friend, when you feel and praise maternal love, don't ignore paternal love!