There is a true feeling that is unforgettable and touching, and any kind of words are pale and powerless in front of it. If we must give it a definition, it is selfless giving.

There was a constant "brushing" sound of pencils touching the paper in the study. It's already 8: 30 in the evening, and I'm still sitting at my desk, struggling to "swim" in the sea of homework under the bright desk lamp. "Snapping", my eyes turned black and I was always afraid of the dark. I suddenly felt an inexplicable panic and asked loudly, "What's the matter? Mom and Dad, where are you? " "Don't be afraid, dad is here, here!" My father's voice was like a sedative, and my deer-like heart suddenly stabilized. I felt my father's big hand in the dark and went back to my desk. Suddenly, I began to worry again and said to myself, "Hey, the power is out. How can I do my homework? "

Suddenly my eyes lit up, ah, what light is this? A dim light slanted from my side to the desk, and the last trace of fear in my heart suddenly vanished, as if this light was not only in front of my eyes, but also in my heart. My eyes are looking for a light source quickly. Oh, it was my father who brought me light. I saw him holding a red candle high with his hand, and the candle light yellow.

My mother was busy looking for something to fix the candle, and my father had to stand there holding the candle in order not to delay my homework.

I continued to write, and suddenly, I felt the candlelight shake violently, and then stopped. I looked up and saw my mother holding a candle and fixing it on a tall teacup.

Dad was scrambling to deal with the liquid on the back of his hand that was burned as red as blood by a melted candle, but he didn't move just now. I didn't know he was burned. I looked at my father anxiously. He seemed to see my anxiety, looked at the back of his hand and said casually, "Write quickly and leave me alone!" " "He moved his shoulder. There is no doubt that it is sour. I improved my writing speed. ...

Late at night, parents' conversation came from the bedroom. "Why are you so stupid? I don't know how to spread it in hot weather. This large area is red. How many days will it take? "

"I'm afraid the old move will delay his homework. This little injury is nothing. For the sake of children, it's worth it ... "

I froze, time and thinking suddenly stopped. Dad for me, when the hot candle liquid "baptized" his hand, he chose patience, but the burning mark left was selfless love! How ashamed I am in the face of such a profound truth, and this eternal truth has always cared for me and touched me. From small to large, I have experienced eleven seasons. ...