【正文】 ous side and a kind side. Whenever I have difficulty with my homework, my father will put down the work at hand and help me solve the problem。 Under the irrigation of father’s love, we continue to grow up　　Fatherly love is strict. I remember it was a math unit exam, and I got the second place. After returning home, I showed it to my mother with full confidence. She praised me, and I was ecstatic. But when the examination paper was shown to you, you said sternly, “who is the first? Why can’t you get the first place, or even surpass the first place?” After listening to this, my happiness was suddenly thrown out of the sky. At that time, I really hated Dad: why don’t you praise me? I have done very well this time! Don’t you throw cold water on my head! Over time, I learned that the reason why my father did this was that he didn’t want me to be proud and get better results next time.　　Fatherly love is meticulous. Last week I caught a cold. I often coughed in the middle of the night and kicked the quilt. My father, who often worked late into the night, was restless. Sometimes my father was afraid that I would catch a cold and deliberately stopped his work to cover me.　　Fatherly love is selfless. When I was a child, I ate expired persimmon cakes by mistake, and my stomach was very painful. Dad was so anxious that he drove me to the hospital. Maybe it’s because I got carsick and threw up the persimmon cake. I felt better before I knew it. But my father didn’t know that my stomach wouldn’t hurt. At the hospital, the elevator broke down. My father picked me up and ran from the first floor to the fifth floor, from the fifth floor to the third floor, from the third floor to the sixth floor... He was so tired and sweating that he finally found the consulting room. After the doctor diagnosed me, my father knew that I was well and was relieved. Although I thought my father was stupid at that time, it was not for me!　　Father’s love is not only strict, meticulous, but also selfless... I have felt a lot of father’s love in my life, and I know they will acpany me all the time.　　I love my mother and my father. Because my father’s love is as tall and firm as a mountain.　　My father is a man full of fatherly love. Once I went to the hospital to see a doctor. On the road, it was windy. I wear very thin, how can I stand such a strong wind? Maybe my father also felt cold. He stopped the car and asked me with concern, “is it cold?” I said, “it’s not cold. It’s not cold at all.” “It’s not cold yet. Your face is red with cold.” With that, Dad took off his coat and put it on me. I know that my father wears less than I do. How can I ask him for clothes at such a time? So I just endured the cold and refused to ask for his clothes. After a while, I sneezed when my mouth was not hard. Dad heard it, quickly stopped the car and said to me in a slightly reproachful tone, “it’s cold and I don’t say anything. You see, I’ve caught a cold.” He insisted on taking off his coat and putting it on for me. I said, “Dad, I’m not really cold.” Dad said, “it doesn’t matter. I’m in good health. Look, I’m the only one wearing a shirt on the street. How fashionable!” I know, dad said this to keep me from being sad. How much fatherly love does this thin dress contain!　　Dad’s fatherly love is reflected in his strong sense of responsibility. I remember that it rained cats and dogs when school was almost over. After a while, a row of cars lined up at the school gate. Then the parents of other students came to pick up their children. My father is working outside. He is very busy. It is impossible to pick me up. How I wish Dad could give