It's not too cold this winter.

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"How did you choose the rotten apples you bought?" Mom is blaming dad again. However, the apples my father bought are always touched here and rotten there. No wonder my mother is angry.

Every time my father goes to buy apples, most of them are "injured". Then, my mother picked the worst and left the better ones to my father and me. Because of fear of rot, mother always scolds her father and quickly destroys bad apples. However, my father always submit to humiliation and let my mother nag. Dad is so old, can't he really pick apples? Next time he goes to buy apples, I will definitely follow him!

"I'm going to buy apples!" Dad waved to me. I jumped up from the sofa and said, "I'll close the door for you!" " ""good! " Then he walked out the door. I watched my father walk into the elevator through the crack of the door, and the elevator door closed with a bang. I shut the door of cutting and rushed into the elevator. By the time I got to the first floor, my father had already walked to the door of the community.

The cold wind blew, and I couldn't help shivering, but when I saw my father leaving, I wrapped up my clothes and hurried to keep up. I saw him walk into the fruit supermarket at the gate of the community, squat down, grab an apple, turn around and look around. Hey, you picked it carefully! Look at that posture, nothing can escape his eyes! Finally, a big red apple was selected by my father, and then another one ... I narrowed my eyes and stared at the bag of apples-all red, without any trace of knocking. After paying the money, my father walked home, and the doubts in my heart became as big and chaotic as a ball of wool, entangled in my mind.

Suddenly, father stopped at the corner downstairs. After he looked around to make sure that no one was there, he took out the apples from his bag and knocked them on the ground one by one, hitting the plump one a few times. Seeing this scene, I have been whispering in my heart: Why did Dad do this? At that time, many pictures appeared in front of my eyes, the clearest of which was the scene of my mother resolutely eating rotten apples. My mother always leaves good things to my father and me, and I can't bear to enjoy them. If the apple is intact, will the thrifty mother be willing to eat it? The proportion of love in our family is too unbalanced, and mom enjoys too little!

I suddenly felt my nose sour, and a warm current came to my mind: the apple smashed by my father was still fresh, but it was rotten in several places. Only in this way can an unsuspecting mother eat more. I took a few quick steps and caught up with my father. I don't want to tell my mother about it, I just want it to be an eternal and beautiful secret! The cold wind around me seems to have turned into a spring breeze, warming the whole winter.

Winter is not just cold! Dad's care makes our family surrounded by happiness and warmth!