THERESA MILLER

You can't drink ice

Life is a sea of love, everyone is breathing love, feel love; Life is like a night sky, in the meteor flash wonderful moment, people feel the magnificent beauty; Life is like a trickle of water, in the wonderful moment of wearing stone, people feel insist on the beauty, all this can not escape a word - love. That day, the sun, like a naughty doll, came to my face to wake me up. I stretched, slowly opened my eyes, looked around, dressed and woke up my father, as usual dad like a cow to send me to learn. We take electric cars and walk on the road of learning. I kicked off and grabbed my dad's clothes. After getting on the car but accidentally kicked dad, he did not say a word, we are ready to start. Electric car like cheetah like running in the street, my hair was blown like seaweed general left and right swing, I try harder to hold on to my father, afraid he was frozen into an old Popsicle, because the wind was blocked by my father, so my father became my shield. I looked up and Dad saw that his teeth were starting to fight, his mouth was spitting hot air, and his face was turning purple and red. It hurt. So even if, the sky also under the raindrops like countless bullets, but dad still let me into his clothes, although my body such as ice, but my heart is hot. Father is a mountain, every inch of soil is to provide me with nutrition; Father is a haven, whenever the wind and rain hit, for me shelter; Father is a bird's nest, waiting for me this playful bird, have a home to return to.