My favorite sentence is: When I was a child, my father's love was like a city, deep, far, and unpredictable. After growing up, the city has gone through ups and downs and become an ancient city, exuding a different charm and making people yearn for it. But so what, it is already a scenic spot that only makes people stop during holidays. Just like my father, I can’t wait for you to look back for a short time. The father responded that his daughter suddenly foamed at the mouth at around 1 a.m., and his wife worked the night shift. He was in a hurry to take his daughter to the hospital and couldn't care about anything else. From this incident, we can see the depth and greatness of father's love.

I also thought of my own father through this incident. I thought that when I was a child, I thought my father was always silent and serious, rarely smiling, and I rarely communicated with my father, let alone talked to him. My father said some sincere words and so on, and I felt that there was always a wide river between me and my father. After I entered high school, maybe because I grew up, I began to slowly understand my father's silent and affectionate words. Deep love. When I was in high school, I came back once a week. One afternoon when I was going to school, my father rode a bike to see me off. On the way, my father asked me what I wanted to eat. I said I wasn’t hungry and didn’t want to eat anything, but my father finally said He took me to a mutton soup shop. He bought me a mutton soup, and I asked him to buy one too, but my father insisted not to buy it. He said he was not hungry. At that time, I felt mixed emotions in my heart. I thought this was father's love. I knew he didn't either. The reason for eating was just because he couldn't bear to spend the extra money, but my father also asked me if I could eat enough, and wanted to buy me a cake to eat. At that time, my father was sitting opposite me. I was drinking mutton soup. My father looked outside and said nothing. I looked at my father from time to time. At that moment, I understood that my father had always loved me, loved me very much. .

Father's love is an unknown, invisible feeling. Father's love is silent, like mountains and the earth. Father's love is so deep and warm, it's so touching that people can't express it.