There is a kind of love, called motherly love, which has been sung for thousands of years by its vast and tolerant and considerate. There is another love that is often concealed by the harsh package and is not easily noticeable. Therefore, it has lost its understanding and respect for it. This is father love. My father's love is like a mountain. I can't think of the first time that my father's love is so heavy when the cold is fading and the spring is coming. It has to be told one night before I started school. My father returned from a business trip to Shanghai will fall asleep, hard working mother carefully to help me prepare for the morning to school clothes. For me, after a whole winter vacation Sax after the training began intentnesses check must be handed over to the teacher homework tomorrow. The snoring of the ear suddenly sounded, and the low and loud accompaniment broke the peace of the original, making a warrior to be expedition tomorrow filled with irritability. Hey! What's the way to do it? Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, my dad can hardly stay at home for a few days, let alone tutor me. It is this loud horn, which sometimes disturb my study.The second day early in the morning, my mother gave me back a sort of bulging bag, went to school. My classmates talked with jubilant holiday horizons, and come up with the job for each other. I opened my schoolbag, but I couldn't find my homework. All blame that hateful old man! The homework must have been lost in the snoring. Staring at the refreshments and drinking water in my schoolbag, I could see my mother's warm smile. Once again, I repeated my schoolbag, but I could never find dad's half concern for me. This is the responsibility of the father! I want to make amends, he also give dad a chance to make amends. In the teacher's office, I dialed the "perpetrator" cell phone. The wind whistling, blaring horns and father buzz buzz voice once again the strong young Fury: "dad! Where did you go? What about my winter vacation homework? Why don't you care about my study at all?!Dad still buzz buzz said, I have to hang up the phone, don't feel tears trickling down cheeks. I didn't dare to speak much, and I didn't want to talk much. I was afraid that tears from my eyes would be discovered by teachers and classmates. I was ashamed of having such a father who didn't know how to care for his own children. Ten minutes later, uncle guard handed me the homework. Throughout the morning, I was tormented by grief and grief, for a secret which can not be told to anyone, for anyone who hears it will never believe it. It's easy to wait for school. Out of the school gate, the mother is standing outside the door!"Mom!" I had a cry, and the tears had already flowed down. Only mother, will be in my most need warm time to appear, timely comfort me, let me enjoy the warmth of mother's love. "You know that?" Children. " Mother said. "What do you know?" I be not a little bewildered. "Your dad woke up in the morning and found you forgot to bring your homework. You didn't even eat breakfast, and I got on a motorcycle to give you your homework. Half way... " Mother has been tearful. I was in my head, and tears poured out again, along with the cheapest tears that had just solidified. In my tears, I saw dad riding on a motorcycle and rushing to the school. When the cell phone rang, he heard "Dad!" Where did you go? What about my winter vacation homework? Why don't you care about my study at all?! My dear father, are you on my phone and fell down after the inexplicable censure? You disregard the severe pain of fracture, forced to work to the uncle hands, and then struggled to go to the hospital! And when all this happened, I was selfishly condemning this deep father's love. How can I do this to you? On the way to the hospital, I cry. The father's love that is heavily wrapped around the day, and the paternal love that is misunderstood by the frailty, is as heavy as a mountain at the moment. I'm really sorry, Dad! Once upon a time, I had only felt my mother's love, but I never felt my father's love, but now I feel it. On that day, just after school, it suddenly began to downpour, many students have left the umbrella. While I was standing alone in the rain, it is not going to go back home. If I listen to my mother this morning, do you not listen to the umbrella? I stood there, looking at the raindrops of the big bean like a broken bead drop by drop on the ground, splashing a small flower. Suddenly, there was a familiar figure in my sight. "Dad! Dad！ I'm here, "I screamed with excitement. Dad heard it and ran over. "Daddy, how can you be here?" "I know you don't have an umbrella, so you have it, let's go!" Not to catch cold. " We took the umbrella and walked home quickly. Back home, I found my father soaked, turned into a ", and I was soaked through" safe and sound, is not a drop of water body. My father turned his umbrella to me all the way, so I didn't get wet. As a result, the father was ill for second days. This has made me realize that my father's love is so great, and I think of a heavy mountain; father's love is so warm, like the warmth of our sun in winter. Father's love is a kind of umbrella, not let us burn by the summer sun. Father's love is a big tree, let us enjoy his cool under his shade; father's love is a shelter for us.