高中英语作文：牵挂
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I think any father is really dead. His heart is also concerned about the child's - every day's footprints gradually, began to be sensitive to the word "death", and fear. In the past, I always thought far from us. Very far, and it is really real in my side. In November 11, 20xx, that is, in the past few days, the father left, with his son to leave his unpaid commitment. The father went too rush so that it was died from me in the future and eating a hot reunion. As Shakespeare said, "The life is composed of a tragedy, and people are the tragedy of a small chess", the father's death makes me a more step-by-step understanding of this sentence, I seem to touch the essence of life. But no matter where the father is, I believe that my father is thinking. Put me. Father's emotions about my feelings is like the care of the body, so strong, warm. I have joked in front of my father. "Dad, the child lost his parents, just like the cold winter without clothes wearing!" And he smiled and said that "people always have naked naked! Good kid, know sympathy Others? Oh - "And his words should be on his own son, I have become the poor child. The father wants to break the umbrella of me, melting sugar in my heart. I will never forget the beautiful time to spend with my father, I can't forget the feelings from my heart. Sharing together when sad, sharing together. I can't forget the unpleasant night. I was biting my arm because I was not careful. I only had a crying. Father was anxious from the top of the three meters high, Lake Lord put his coat in my body, and immediately ran to the hospital from home. Run in the darkness, the father of the father "咚咚" sounds through the entire quiet night. The wind is blowing, the cold silk is coming, and the father is thin, blowing into my heart. I clearly saw the father who was blown by the wind and heard his heavy breath and felt his dramatic heartbeat. I can't help but close my father, trying to give him a warm, and the tears don't live a drop, hit on my father's shoulders. That night, my father was quietly guarded next to me, sleeping overnight. Wake up the next day, looked at the fat face of the father, and his heart was accompanied by a strong warmth, and his father's face was overflowed. Pinghe smile. That day he had a fever of 38.5 degrees Celsius, just remember that he had a lot of medicine, the mother resolutely asked him to see the doctor, and he spit out the words that repeatedly repeated, "small hairy, not tight". Father loves to read books, especially novels, say "cultural people!" He did not care, and it was his greatest satisfaction before going to bed every night. So I silence: I have to have a career. I have money, I must install a big and very big study in my home, so that my father will add addiction. And my father didn't wait until that day, I went quietly with the promise of my son. I think any father is really dead, his heart is also worried about children!
