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There is a composition that touched about 600 words (20 16 touched the top ten people in China).
I am not good at discovering things around me, so there are always many meaningful things passing by me. Every time I feel it, I always sigh and blame myself.

This reminds me of my father. My father seldom talks. Sometimes it seems strange for two people to meet without saying a word, but I am not good at discovering what I love from him.

This may be because my father loves you like a mountain. He loves you silently. Love as deep as a mountain needs no words to explain. He always cares about you silently when you don't know, so that you can grow up healthily and happily.

Love is always reflected inadvertently, making you unforgettable, infatuated and happy.

I remember one time, it was raining at school, and I was lazy, but I thought that the rain in Mao Mao couldn't stop my fast figure at all, but I didn't expect that the rain in Mao Mao had turned into a downpour from morning to school, and I was afraid that if I rushed to a place without shelter, I would soon become a drowned rat.

Just when I was at my wit's end, I found a familiar figure in a blue raincoat waving to me under the teaching building. I just called "dad" with joy and didn't want to greet a bunch of lessons directly. "What did I tell you this morning? It's going to rain heavily, so I told you to take an umbrella. Where are your ears? " Father's expression is serious, he is not angry and arrogant, and his deep eyes do not contain any flaws. He plunged my previous happiness directly to the bottom, and he could only secretly tell himself that he was unlucky and now he had to practice hard.

After a while, my father seemed to see that I was wrong, so he took me downstairs. My father drives a battery car, but the parking space is more than enough for the two of us, but it seems a little wide.

Sitting in the car, my father put on a raincoat and covered me tightly. On the way, my father didn't say a word, and the atmosphere was very stiff.

When I got off the bus, I looked at the gloomy sky and the wet rain, as if I were sad and depressed, with helplessness and melancholy. When I got home, I suddenly found that most of the clothes on my father's chest were wet, but I didn't touch a drop of rain, which was dry and refreshing. ...

Now think about my father's various things, which may also be a manifestation of love, love advice, love care. Now think about my father's stern eyes and tone. Somehow, my chest is always warm, which makes me miss being loved.