It was my father who encouraged me to thrive; It was my father who helped me through the difficulties; It is my father who leads me to make continuous progress; Father, let me feel the warmth of love. In my mind, fatherly love is not an earth-shattering event, but naturally emerges from small things.

It's a cold winter night. My father took me home by bike as usual. The strong wind roared head-on, and pedestrians on the roadside tightened their necks. On the empty road, only my father bent down and pulled me, struggling to step on the bike. Although my father stood in front like a wall, I was shivering in the back seat by the cold wind.

After a while, the heavy snow galloped down from the cloudy sky. "It's too cold. Let's find a place to warm up first!" I said in a trembling voice. Father quickly stopped the car, touched my hand and looked at the sky again. "I'm afraid the snow will not stop for a while. Let's stick to it, shall we? I will go home soon. " After that, my father took off his coat and put it on me, and got on the bus again. I finally feel warm under my father's warm coat. But it suddenly occurred to me that dad was wearing so little to help me keep out the wind. So I asked loudly in the wind, "Dad, are you cold, too?" Shall I give you my coat? " "Son, dad is riding a bike!" Father answered me loudly in the wind.

The snow is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. The wheels began to slip and we were trapped in the snow. I stood up, put my arm around my father's neck and touched his ear. Oh, how cold it is! However, when I touched it down my father's neck, it was wet. It turned out that my father was so tired that he was sweating. Under the street lamp, the crystal dew on my father's forehead is snow or sweat.

Time seems to have frozen, and it feels like after a few hours, we finally reached the door.

Open the door and return to the warm and bright home. At this moment, I was suddenly startled by my father's face. This is a very different face from usual: Qing Wu lips, red ears, shiny nose, and many wrinkles on her face. For the first time, I found that my father was much older; I noticed for the first time that my father had a circle of white hair around his head; I realized for the first time that a father can't care about himself for his son. My heart is trembling slightly, my nose is sour and tears just want to flow into my eyes. Men don't flick when they have tears, which my father taught me. I silently walked over and threw myself into my father's arms, and my father patted me on the back affectionately.

Father's love is so small and silent, but warm and great. From then on, as long as I recall that snowy evening, I always feel a warm spring in my heart. Grandma has a shiny black hair, which can be naughty. One minute she dyed herself white, the next she dyed herself khaki, and her eyes were big and bright. Although there are wrinkles on my face, I think grandma is "young", kind and lovely. Big ears, like Buddha's ears. Fat body, fat, like a fat penguin, walking like a penguin, limping.

Once, my grandmother and I went downstairs to buy things together. Grandma limped down the stairs, walking like a penguin and a duck, wriggling along the steps. "Ha ha! Grandma, walking is really fun! " I can't help laughing.

"Is that true? I don't know yet! Hehe! " Grandma said, limping away again