The rain outside is dripping underground...

When did the rain stop? It was almost seven o'clock, and I was anxious like an ant on a hot pot---in the living room.

At this moment, a familiar and unfamiliar footstep sounded in my ear Extra resources | read what he said | navigate to this site | pop over here | view | . It must be a mother, she will send me to school when she goes downstairs.

As the heavy footsteps got closer and closer, just when I wanted to shout out "Mom", I was stunned by the whole person, and it turned out to be Dad!

"Go! I will send you to school." His voice was so low that he said to himself. But I can hear it clearly. So, I picked up my schoolbag and went out with my father.

Sitting in the car, we are not snoring, do not want to say or do not know what to say, I am not sure. And he is just serious to sit there and drive. Suddenly, the rain outside was even bigger, and the plunge hit the glass window of the car.

"Ah, the rain is really big!" I said uncomfortably.

"Well, is it cold?" he asked with concern.

"Not cold." I replied. Then there was another silence.

The rain is getting smaller, the front is awkward, the green is more energetic under the washing of the rain, everything around it is as charming as a fairyland, but I can't afford the spirit to appreciate it. I opened the window and the wind blew it in, letting it blow my hair, maybe I would feel better.

......

"Have you had breakfast?" He finally broke the silence.

"No."

When we got to the breakfast shop and got ready to get off, it rained again, which was bigger than the previous one, but there was only one umbrella in the car. At the time, we were silent, the atmosphere was as heavy as jelly, cold and cold.

"Forget it, I don't eat it." I bit my lip tightly.

"Go." Suddenly a strong and powerful hand pulled me off the car. It was Dad. He took the umbrella and took me to the breakfast shop.

This alley is familiar with the aroma of the wind. I remembered it, I vaguely remembered that this was a breakfast shop that my father used to bring me when I was young. I still remember the beef noodles I like most. However, after junior high school, I rarely came, and I didn't even come.

At that time, there was a lot of pictures in my mind that came here to eat breakfast with my father. Suddenly, I accidentally stepped on a hard stone and I was about to fall. Someone behind me helped me, or Dad! Unintentionally I found that my father’s umbrella was always leaning on my side, and I was allowed to slap on my back with rain, and even the clothes were soaked.

At this time, my eyes were full of water. This is not rain, but tears. He also skillfully helped me to order a bowl of beef noodles, and also deliberately asked the boss not to put onions. My tears are coming again...

After breakfast, I went to school. In the rain, I looked at his vague back and gradually left, and I couldn’t help but have a hot stream. This is my father, a daddy who can't guess. There is a kind of ordinary love in his heart. I am surrounded by it all the time, and because of its eternality, I have never cherished it. I have never understood it. I know that this is the cold and fresh fatherly love like rain, like the bitter and sweet happiness of coffee.

The rain stopped, the sun slowly rose, and sprinkled to the earth to a happy and dazzling light.

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