I have read my parents' 600-word love composition and need it urgently. Thank you.

Once upon a time, I was always speechless when I heard my classmates say how great his father was and how much he cared about himself. Because in my memory, I can hardly remember the part where my father cared about me. Only a serious face and a cold heart, I can no longer see the sunny smile on my father's face.

I remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, I became a sports committee member in my class. That was my first time as a class cadre. My mother and I are very happy, and my mother also held a banquet for me at home to celebrate. But dad's sentence "sesame-like work, so happy." A word broke my heart and I was disappointed.

At the end of the fifth grade, when I won the "Excellence Award" for the first time, my mother was the first person to congratulate me. Then, I hoped it was my father, but my brother congratulated me faster than my father. And dad finally just gave a faint sentence, "Try again next time." This sentence completely disappointed me. Dad really didn't understand my mood and needs. I need an inspiring "awesome" language, not those cold and tasteless words. This sentence is enough to sting my fragile heart. But I seem to have quarreled with my father. I don't cry, I don't feel inferior, but I am brave and enterprising, and I don't lose to those who look down on me, proving that I don't need "charity" from heartless people.

In this way, I promoted to junior high school through constant self-encouragement.

One day I took a fancy to a watch, which is my dream style. I couldn't help asking my father about my needs. My father listened absently and left without saying a word. I should have foreseen this result! I also left quietly. "It's really boring." I regret it very much A few days later, I suddenly found a favorite watch on my desk. I can't put it down, and I can't bear to touch it hard. I'm afraid it will hurt this delicate and beautiful watch. I didn't know this watch until I asked my mother. My dad visited many districts in Hong Kong the other day before buying it. I was stunned. The man who never loved me, cared about me, didn't understand me and couldn't understand me-dad, today he actually bought me a watch and went across the ocean to Hong Kong! I think he is so stupid, why did he go to Hong Kong to buy it? It is sold in the watch city of this city. But I not only understand the hard-won watch, but also really understand that my father loves me. I stroked my watch gently, and I felt unspeakable regret ... tears of regret welled up in my eyes.

Yes! Father's love is like a cup of Longjing. It tastes slightly bitter at first, but it will smell and secrete people's heart and spleen when you experience it slowly. My father is not good at words, but at this moment I understand my father's love for me.