It's a cold winter night. Dad took me home by bike as usual. The strong wind roared head-on, and pedestrians on the roadside tightened their bodies. On the empty road, only my father bent down and stepped on the bike with difficulty. Although my father stood in front like a wall, I was shivering in the back seat by the cold wind.
After a while, the snow fell quickly from the cloudy sky. "It's too cold. Find me a place to warm up first! " I said in a trembling voice. Dad stopped the car in a hurry, touched my little hand and looked at the sky again. "I'm afraid the snow will not stop for a while. Let's stick to it, shall we? I will go home soon. " After that, my father took off his coat and put it on me, and got on the bus again. I thought to myself, "Dad helped me keep out the wind, and I still wear so little ..."
The snow is getting heavier and the wind is getting stronger. The wheels began to slip and we were trapped in the snow. I stood up, put my arm around my father's neck and touched my father's ear. Oh, how cold it is! However, when I touched it down my father's neck, it was wet. It turned out that dad was so tired that he was sweating profusely. Under the street lamp, the crystal dew on dad's forehead is snow or sweat. Time seems to have frozen, and it feels like after a few hours, we finally reached the door.
Open the door and return to the warm and bright home. At this moment, I was suddenly startled by my father's face. It's a very different face: Qing Wu lips, red ears, shiny nose and wrinkled face. For the first time, I found that my father was much older. For the first time, I noticed a circle of white hair around my father's head. For the first time, I realized that my father could not care about himself for me. I went over and hugged my father's head, full of gratitude.
Later, as long as I recall that snowy evening, there is always a warm spring stream in my heart.