People often say that my father loves me like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not as strict as a mountain, but sometimes it is as gentle as water.
3, this kind of eyes are everywhere, just like a child who is hungry for a loving mother, but can only seek in the air and avoid my eyes in horror.
4. Waiting for others to take care of them; I don't know when my father, who has always been strong, can no longer move his legs; I don't know when I can stop coquetry in front of my father and listen to him say "no"; I don't know when I can no longer be by his side, let him lie down and gently hammer his leg. I know, father.
Staring at my father's eyes, I feel that his smiling eyes are as deep and mysterious as the night sky.