ness trip today. He promised to pick me up today. I was waiting for him at the door. Waiting to wait, gradually drifting out of the small snow, I excitedly ran outside the door, watching the snow in the sky and forget where I am. During the time, I looked to the far end. A black umbrella was covered with white snow. Under the umbrella was a tall, wearing a dark gray coat, walking towards me in a strong, fast and big step. This image is clearly my father. I quickly grabbed my schoolbag and greeted the teacher. Then I ran to my dad. Dad hugged me. My father helped me with my schoolbag. His big hand is holding my warm little hand, but his hand is cold. "Dad, how is your hand so cold?" Dad didn't think "nothing, I am not cold." I took his hand. I jumped back home. After I got home, I went to organize the schoolbags, but the voice came from my father��s sneeze. I quickly care: "Dad, you won't catch a cold? Dad took two sheets from the table." I'm fine, but you have to go to bed soon, not too early. "I promised that afterwards, I still didn't trust Dad. I ran upstairs and took some cold medicine. I put it on my father's bed. I shouted: "Dad medicine puts you on the bed, remember to eat." Falling, it was a sneeze, my father replied, "Know, you can go to bed soon, I will check your homework." "I had to go to the bath and go to sleep. The next morning, I heard the voice of Dad calling me to get out of bed, and the sound of him coming and going to busy breakfast, still not reminding me that "the weather is cold today, remember to add more pieces Marlboro Red." clothes. "Perhaps only when my mother is absent, I really feel the love of my father. Of course, I gradually tasted the love from my father, and also tasted the sweet "taste" brought by my father's love. [Page 5] I like to eat chocolate. It is very sweet and exudes a charming fragrance, but the dark chocolate is not, it is black and unpalatable. Slowly, it is gradually forgotten by me. On the contrary, I am the most I love white chocolate, but it��s so white and white that it��s like a white fairy. It��s very cold, the leaves outside the window can��t afford the cold wind Marlboro Gold, and it��s falling. And then, I I was hanging water in the hospital. My mother was not around. I said that I was going to buy something, but I stared at the second hand on the clock. I felt that it was getting slower and slower. I couldn��t help but feel a little unpleasant. I couldn��t help but complain: I was in the hospital. Bit by bit, and you go out to buy things by yourself? The noisy people around me make me bored, careless, I started playing. I don��t know how long it took, I woke up, and my mother had sat down with me. Next to her voice, she saw me woke up, Quickly set the god, said: "You finally woke up. Look, I bought you your favorite chocolate! "Tell, I handed me two chocolates with delicate decoration. One is my favorite white chocolate, and the other is dark chocolate that I almost forgot. I instantly drove those unpleasant, disappeared." I laughed and used the left hand to tear the white chocolate out of the wrapper and threw the whole piece of chocolate into my mouth. A delicate sweetness spread through my mouth, soft and smooth. It��s really addictive. I looked at another piece of dark chocolate in my hand. I didn��t like it at all. I even had such a nuisance, but when I saw my mother��s smile Newport Cigarettes, I still pretended to like it. But one of my small After all, the look is beyond the eyes of her mother. She sees that I don't like to eat dark chocolate. She said: "In fact, you can try to taste the taste. At that time, you will feel a touch of sweetness. "I was dubious, licking a small half, carefully licking with my tongue, slowly savoring, and there is really a sweet taste mixed in this bitter taste. Unlike white chocolate, dark chocolate has a kind of courage, it does not I want to be like a white chocolate, to make myself soft and delicate, and to make myself loved by others. It will only increase my concentration and become more and more bitter. I don��t care how others see it. It��s not like life. If you are bitter and tired, you have to go at the most difficult time. When you look back and taste it, you will always find unusual sweetness. Only this kind of sweetness can be tasted.
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