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!
像一杯咖啡一個父親，如果你不流連忘返，找不到“糖”和“苦”了。在眼中的父親，溫柔而堅強的父親在繁忙和矯健的身影，那是智慧的愛，責任，愛心。
還記得最后一次：我在公園里的涼亭，是因為太興奮了，一不留神，摔，傷了我的腳。在家里，我看到了爸爸，眼淚只是不停地落下。爸爸看見了，并關切地問道：“怎么了這有什么錯？”我哭了，指著腳下，父親碘和棉簽，一邊幫我止血消毒，一邊安慰我：“是強不流淚的人不會痛！”于是，我父親給了我一個關于“花木蘭軍”的故事。聽到爸爸這樣安慰我，鼓勵我，再次回落淚水從眼睛。這不是淚水的痛苦，但被感動得哭了！
