Ladder of love

Parents' love is deep and delicate. It's a ten-year care and company. In the process of growing up, you may refresh your understanding of this special love from time to time

When I was a child, I often asked my father to ride a bicycle with me after work. It was a red children's bicycle with two auxiliary wheels. I rode it in front, and my father ran behind. When I saw my father tired and sweating, he was full of joy. I felt my father's deep love for me. Once my father said that he wanted to remove the auxiliary wheels from the bicycle

Sure enough, after a few days, my father took out the auxiliary wheel. I was not used to it after the fair. After that, my father took the place of the auxiliary wheel. Whenever I rode a bike, my father would spread his legs. His feet were conducive to the bicycle's two times. He puckered his buttocks and bowed his waist. His hands were behind the bicycle, crisscrossed quickly, and rolled his legs like a lock of 100. It was very like moving The Donald Duck in the picture slowly began to ride for a long distance, and then I finally got to ride a real bicycle, which made me feel very successful. At the same time, I also remember the pair of hands that always held me steady at the critical moment when I was growing up.

It was one of my father's many ordinary and extraordinary dads

Since I entered school, my parents have been very concerned about my study. I remember that after a mid-term exam, he came to school slowly and said to the teacher apologetically, Mr. Wang, thank you very much for your education to my child. However, he made many low-level mistakes and blamed me. His usual supervision was not in place. Seeing his mother like this, he thought of his mother's advice to me Teach, think of him every day no matter how busy and tired work, have to guide me to learn, I feel more uncomfortable, ashamed of the bow

There is a kind of power in the world. He used to be in the sewing. He lived in the house where Meng Mu moved three times. It was melted into Huimin's new house where she was afraid of fatigue and heavy rain. He was the metaphor of his parents to their children. This kind of love is very special. It gives parents extraordinary strength and makes them worry and weak. But it is with him that children can grow up happily and have a bright future