At that time, my family planted a mango tree. Every summer, many mango trees bear sweet fruits.

Once, I was sleeping on the window when I suddenly heard the rustling sound on the awn tree. The more I listen, the more scared I am. I also got up the courage to go under the tree and watch a boy 12 years old stealing awns. I shouted angrily: Dad, get up quickly, there is a thief. Come and catch the thief. My father was awakened by my cry and ran over. The little boy was frightened by my cry and fell from the tree. I groaned on the ground and thought excitedly: Hum, I told you to steal. Now you have fallen from the tree. Dad has come to see the thief.

I saw my father coming and watching the boy fall. He sighed, went back to the house and took a bamboo pole out of the house. I thought: Dad must hit the bamboo pole. Hehe, the Wulin is about to start.

Something happened that surprised me. Dad didn't hit the little boy, but also bandaged his wound. He put some awns on the bamboo and gave them to the little boy. He said to the little boy, "children should eat mangs." Tell his uncle to call for food. Stop petty theft. "

Dad watched the little boy leave with a smile on his back, but I was angry and said to him, Dad stole our things and let the mang go. My son is still young, but he will understand when he grows up. To see a good man, the first thing is to see if he has a tolerant heart.

From then on, I secretly admired my father: I didn't expect a strict father to be generous.