Out of the window, silence, the trees listlessly squat down. A short hang over the whole dormitory, everyone, with bare arms. What horrible weather, as long as a little move will be a sweat. But I don't feel boring, in the silly smile.
Come to school before father anyway I want to take the large quilt, and I said what all not. For fighting, I also had a quarrel with him intentionally and put down the sentence: freezing all need not you tube, and then a swagger.
Just as I was still in the joy of "victory", the window suddenly came the jingling, bumping into waves hangers, which is associated with thick bitter wind, the rain from the sky and like pea. Suddenly, a sharp drop in temperature in the dormitory. Relatively speaking, my mood is 360 degrees. You have to put on clothes and picked up has prepared the quilt, hid in the happiness and warm bed. And I, just like a snake struggled roll in a circle on the bed and repent.
Wake up, the weather is so cold, rain or not willing to walk, god, it seems, are still refuse to forgive me. After getting up, in a short I played a dozen intermittent spray, eighty percent had a cold last night. I'm really very poor, even the body itself would not sympathize with me. On my way to the cafeteria, I vaguely saw a familiar figure. With a big bag, hand carrying umbrellas. Much of the umbrella parts are covered with the bag, and the entire right side was the rain hit. He turned round, three steps and two steps towards me, hand me the big one quilt and a few pieces of winter clothes, from his pocket and took out a few cold medicine. His face is the rain, the hair and trousers were also wet. I was surprised, but makes me more surprise, he not only didn't scold me break into a furious rage, but also said: the weather turns cool, pay more attention to the body, there are several packets of cold medicine, also busy at home, I have to go. On his back, and I'm from the deepest place to shout out a word: dad, I was wrong. Let the tears like opened the gate to chung, I have been unable to wipe. Has been no rain and tears on my face. Dad has been away, figure is becoming more and more fuzzy, but I will always put the father figure engraved on my heart.
Father always hide behind you, it will be when you need.
Come to school before father anyway I want to take the large quilt, and I said what all not. For fighting, I also had a quarrel with him intentionally and put down the sentence: freezing all need not you tube, and then a swagger.
Just as I was still in the joy of "victory", the window suddenly came the jingling, bumping into waves hangers, which is associated with thick bitter wind, the rain from the sky and like pea. Suddenly, a sharp drop in temperature in the dormitory. Relatively speaking, my mood is 360 degrees. You have to put on clothes and picked up has prepared the quilt, hid in the happiness and warm bed. And I, just like a snake struggled roll in a circle on the bed and repent.
Wake up, the weather is so cold, rain or not willing to walk, god, it seems, are still refuse to forgive me. After getting up, in a short I played a dozen intermittent spray, eighty percent had a cold last night. I'm really very poor, even the body itself would not sympathize with me. On my way to the cafeteria, I vaguely saw a familiar figure. With a big bag, hand carrying umbrellas. Much of the umbrella parts are covered with the bag, and the entire right side was the rain hit. He turned round, three steps and two steps towards me, hand me the big one quilt and a few pieces of winter clothes, from his pocket and took out a few cold medicine. His face is the rain, the hair and trousers were also wet. I was surprised, but makes me more surprise, he not only didn't scold me break into a furious rage, but also said: the weather turns cool, pay more attention to the body, there are several packets of cold medicine, also busy at home, I have to go. On his back, and I'm from the deepest place to shout out a word: dad, I was wrong. Let the tears like opened the gate to chung, I have been unable to wipe. Has been no rain and tears on my face. Dad has been away, figure is becoming more and more fuzzy, but I will always put the father figure engraved on my heart.
Father always hide behind you, it will be when you need.
窗外,鸦雀无声,树木们无精打采地蹲着。一片闷气笼罩着整个宿舍,大家都光着膀子,不敢轻举妄动。这鬼天气,只要稍微动一下就会一身大汗。但我却一点都不觉得闷,得意得傻笑着。
来学校之前,爸爸死活要我带上那件大棉被,而我却说什么都不肯。为了斗气,我还故意跟他吵了一架并且放下一句话:冻死都不用你管,然后就扬长而出。
正当我还洋溢在“胜利”的喜悦中,窗外突然传来了一阵阵衣架互撞的叮当声,伴随而来的却是一股股刺骨的寒风,豆粒般的雨点从天而而降。顿时,宿舍内温度急剧下降。相对来说,我的心情也360度大转变。大家纷纷穿上衣服,拿起已备好的棉被,躲进幸福而又温暖的被窝里。而我,却只能像条蛇一样卷成一圈在床上挣扎着,忏悔着。
一觉醒来,天气还是那么冷,雨还是不舍得走,老天似乎还不肯原谅我。起床后,短短的几分种内我断断续续打了十几个喷涕,八成昨晚着凉了。我真的很可怜,连自身肉体都不肯同情我。在去食堂的路上,我隐隐约约看见一个熟悉的背影。一手抱着一个大袋,一手打着雨伞。雨伞的大半部分都遮着那个袋子,整个人的右半身却被雨点砸着。他转过头来,三步并两步地向我走来,递给我那件大棉被还有几件冬服,并从裤袋里拿出几包感冒药。他满脸都是雨水,头发和裤管也都湿了。我很意外,但令我更意外的是,他非但没有大发雷霆地骂我,而且还说:天气转凉,多注意一下身体,里面有几包感冒药,家里还忙,我得先走了。对着他的背身,我从内心最深处的地方喊出一句:爸爸,我错了。任凭眼泪像开了闸一样地往外涌,我已无力拭去。在我脸上已分不出雨水和泪水。爸爸已渐行渐远,身影也越来越模糊,但我会永远把爸爸的身影刻在我的心中。
父爱时时刻刻隐藏在你的背后,它会在你需要的时候蹦出来。