The person who loves me, he is my father. There is a kind of love, such as mountain, it is a father, it for me from the rain; There is a kind of love Like a river, that is a mother's love for it shows me the moist heart; Continuously forever, there is a bridge that is father and mother's lap, more strong than anything. Remember when I was a senior, very naughty get results Father was angry. That was because I was not reasonable. It was a winter, I make a snowman outside and looked at it repeatedly repeatedly white world, I feel scared, I played a yawn. I feel so cold, limb numbness. At this time, the house came the familiar voice: "WenWen, come in, cold outside, don't catch a cold." My mind only on a snowman, which still have to see dad call! "Yawn yawn!" I don't really have a cold? I thought to myself. Thinking about thinking, suddenly feel hot. Dad seemed to see my state of mind, come out, touched my brow. Shout loudly 1: "so very hot, must have a fever!" His face showed no at ordinary times of coke and worry. I disagree, said: "fever fever bai, can be burned to death." Dad zheng. Back, I was just going to the hospital run I broke free from him down, but a deep languor. I called my father: "why are you ah, I also want to play with snow!" Dad sweating like a pig, you can see, he is worried that great but I just ignore him! I am white into a black, dad more anxious, to find his mother. Mother word let I had a ferula Fried meat. I cry in pain and said, "dad, dad... you..." I ran back to the room "pa" shut the door on. That night, I have a fever. Can cook good and complete, but I didn't say. Parents are sleep, when I went to the kitchen to drink water, ambiguously hear father said to his mother: "you know dozen children, said:" well I shed tears, dad, I'm sorry.
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