| |
|
The Silent and Enduring Love of a Father |
|
|
There is a kind of love that is wordless and solemn, often difficult to express
in the moment, but it becomes more flavorful as you experience it over time. It
is unforgettable, and it is the boundless love of a father.
The word "fatherly love" may seem ordinary, but it embodies a father's deep love
for his children and his responsibility to his family.
A father's love is like a ray of sunshine in the spring, warmly shining on me;
it is a cool breeze in the summer, dispelling the heat in my heart; it is a
series of fruits in the fall, guiding me towards success; it is a fire in the
winter, warming my icy heart. A father's love is everywhere!
A father's love is hidden in his rough hands, those hands tirelessly support our
family.
Although my dad often travels and comes home late, he rarely eats dinner with
us. Every morning, he drives me to school. One day, I finally noticed that my
father's hands were rough, cold, with several layers of calluses, even a bit
painful to touch. Dad has always prioritized work and rarely takes care of his
hands.
Father, do you know that these unadorned hands have caused your daughter to shed
tears? These hands supported your daughter through countless difficult days and
helped her face the cruel realities of life. I deeply understand that even in
the cold winter, I have the warmth of my father's hands; even when I fall, I
have my father's hands to help me up; even when I cry, those hands will gently
wipe away my tears, becoming the warmest thing in my life. |
|
|
|
|
