父爱是一种含蓄的、隐秘的、深沉的爱,是一座高大无比的山峰。我的爸爸是一位农民。他一生与黄牛为友,土地为伴,终日忙碌。我的爸爸虽平凡、普通,可他给我的爱却很深、很深……那是去年“五一”假期的一天下午,我没有给父母说就与同学去离家4公里多的树林玩。那里有红的花,绿的草,啾啾的小鸟,潺潺的小溪,美极了。我们在那里尽情地玩耍,忘记了忧愁,忘记了烦恼,也忘记了时间。不知不 Father’s love is a subtle, hidden, deep love, is a very tall mountain. My father is a peasant. His life with cattle as a friend, land for companionship, busy all day long. My father is ordinary, ordinary, but he gave me deep, deep love ... That was the last day of the May Day holiday. I did not tell my parents that they would go home more than 4 kilometers with their classmates Playing in the woods There are red flowers, green grass, tweeted birds, gurgling streams, beautiful. Where we have to play, forget the sad, forget the trouble, but also forget the time. I do not know no