Remember the last time: I'm in the pavilion in the park, because of too excited, one not careful, fell and hurt my foot. At home, I saw dad, tears just kept falling. Dad saw and asked with concern: "what's up? What's wrong with?" I cried, pointing to the foot, father for iodine and cotton swabs, side to help me stop bleeding disinfection, side to comfort me: "be strong! Not tears won't pain!" Then, my father gave me a story about "hua mu LAN army". Heard daddy such comfort me, encouraged me, tears from the eyes down again. This is not the pain of the tears, but was moved to tears!
像一杯咖啡一个父亲，如果你不流连忘返，找不到“糖”和“苦”了。在眼中的父亲，温柔而坚强的父亲在繁忙和矫健的身影，那是智慧的爱，责任，爱心。
还记得最后一次：我在公园里的凉亭，是因为太兴奋了，一不留神，摔，伤了我的脚。在家里，我看到了爸爸，眼泪只是不停地落下。爸爸看见了，并关切地问道：“怎么了这有什么错？”我哭了，指着脚下，父亲碘和棉签，一边帮我止血消毒，一边安慰我：“是强不流泪的人不会痛！”于是，我父亲给了我一个关于“花木兰军”的故事。听到爸爸这样安慰我，鼓励我，再次回落泪水从眼睛。这不是泪水的痛苦，但被感动得哭了！
