Warm and touching composition materials (1)
Night, quietly changed into a starry sky. The knock on the door closed my eyes.
Sleepiness seems to escape at that moment, but it is still closed, because he is back.
As long as I can remember, the knocking at the door at night is a beautiful piece of music, because happiness knocks on the door. At this time, I slowly close my eyes with a pair of cat’s eyes open, and the gentle footsteps slowly walk to my bed, tucking the quilt left aside, slowly stroking my forehead over and over again with my rough hands, and then closing the door heavily after combing my hair over and over again.
At this time, I have a pair of small eyes rolling under my eyelids, as if trying to penetrate my eyelids and see everything in the dark. Sure enough, accompanied by footsteps and a series of repeated and unchanging actions, my heart sank again. Why do I know all this but enjoy it every day?
Gradually, when I fell asleep, I suddenly realized that the warm moment was just the taste of my father.
Recalling the warm hugs when I was sick, covering my eyes again and again, and caring again and again when I ate …
Now I know that those warm moments are actually showing fatherly love!