I like my honest grandfather, my kind-hearted grandmother and my caring mother, but my favorite is my father who has a strong sense of responsibility and selfless dedication to my mother and me.
My father is about thirty years old and tall. He often wears a gray black coat and dark blue slacks. A kind face, cut a small flat head slightly white, thick eyebrows, big eyes, straight nose, lips and square mouth. Due to years of hard work, dad is a little older than his peers.
I remember when I was about five or six years old, it was a snowy winter. When I got up early in the morning, there was heavy snow outside. The snow on the ground was half a foot thick, and everything was covered by white snow. I suddenly think of a poem that my kindergarten teacher taught me suddenly, like a night north wind, thousands of trees and thousands of pear blossom. That's the view! The scenery is beautiful, but how can I go to school? I was thinking about it when my father came to me and said, "son, today's snowy father will take you to school?"? What do you think? OK! Dad sent me to school! Dad sent me to school! I cried with joy. After breakfast, my mother wrapped me up tightly for fear of freezing me. Dad also put on cotton padded clothes and cotton gloves. The most beautiful thing is that Dad actually wears grandpa's dog skin hat. When everything is ready, Dad pushes his bike to start. It's snowing all over the sky and the cold wind is blowing. I couldn't ride a bicycle at all, so my father had to push me to school. After arriving at school, the students asked me: who sent you just now? I am happy to say: he is my father! The students said: it's really interesting to see your father's hat. Two hats and ears are splayed one by one. Do you think it's not like pig Bajie? Then the students laughed. Your father is pig Bajie. After that, I feel that my father is my burden. The next day Dad said he would take me to school, and I said nothing. Dad asked: why? I said to my father: as long as you don't wear a hat, I'll let you send it. Dad agreed. Riding a bicycle carrying a package of me, he was bareheaded. I can only see Dad's frozen red ears at the back. Many years later, I cried when my mother mentioned it again! Dad, you must have been cold then!
It's another cold winter, and it's dad's love that's deep in my memory.
A cold winter night. It's snowy outside, but it's warm inside. Dad came back from work in the middle of the night. At that time, my mother and I had headache and vomiting at the same time. It was soot poisoning. My father took care of me and my mother, and I stayed busy all night. When we were getting better, it was light and dad didn't sleep all night. In the morning, I opened my eyes and saw a stream of blisters on my father's lower lip. It was a blister for my mother and me. This is the proof that Dad loves me. That's the love from his heart!
This is my father, who has a strong sense of responsibility and selfless dedication to my mother and me, and loves my good father!