I have a irascible father who often criticizes me without praising me, but I know he loves me a lot.
I remember once when my family went to Hangzhou to play, I was only 3 years old at that time. My father was afraid that I was tired when I walked 8 or 9 kilometers on my back. I remember another time when he took me to take a bath in the bathhouse, I took a bath on one side. Next to the bathtub, there was an iron box for toilet paper. There was a row of serrations on it. It was very sharp. My father was afraid that I would be pierced, so he found a toilet paper cylinder and inserted it to prevent me from being pierced.
Look, this is my father. His love for me is not only rough and heavy, but also subtle and warm. I'm grateful for this love like mountain heavy.