A composition on fatherly love

When I lifted the pen, I remembered my father's face. He's old, and he's no longer like my father who used to play with me. He is the pillar of our family. He faces busy business and trivial housework every day. No matter how busy he is at work, he always takes time out to help me study and take care of my life. The communication between cold and summer has devoted a lot of effort and infinite love to my growth.

My mother works hard and has no weekends. He is in charge of my food and clothing. How cool it is to eat my father's braces every weekend. The delicious food condensed his hard work. Every meal, he is never careless and conscientious, which makes me eat well. My mother is tired from work. In order to let her sleep more, he often wakes me up in the morning and then cooks breakfast for me in the kitchen. When I saw his busy and tired figure, he didn't wake up, but smiled at me strongly.

I remember one time, when my mother was not at home, my father cooked dinner and left a sentence "Go home and do your homework after dinner" and went out. At this time, I was secretly glad that my father was away. Great! You can watch TV. I turned on the TV and smiled at myself: Hearing the sound of opening the door, I quickly turned off the TV and ran into the room, pretending to be doing my homework. In this way, even if my father comes, I can't see the flaw. I was satisfied with the idea and thought it was perfect, so I watched TV with relish.

I was attracted by the wonderful pictures on TV, and I couldn't help but watch with rapt attention. Suddenly, there was a sound of opening the door. I panicked. I don't know what to do. I accidentally dropped the remote control on the ground, just as my father came in. Seeing this scene made me extremely embarrassed. Suddenly, he flew into a rage and was livid. He came quickly and took my hand. I screamed in pain, and then he reached out his big hand and patted my little hand.

This slap woke me up, awakened my conscience, and my tears flowed down. Seeing his father make a cup of strong tea, he walked into the room by himself. I sat down and looked out of the window. It was dark all around. There is only one bright moon hanging in the sky. How bright the moonlight is. I fell into deep thought: alas, how ashamed I am that my father is gone, but I have done such a thing. I really feel sorry for him. Dad was red in the face just now. You can imagine how much he hates the production of iron!

It suddenly dawned on me that the way my father treated me was an interpretation of every parent's love for their children in the world. This expresses their urgent desire to "look forward to the success of the child and the success of the woman", and they hate iron to produce steel. But what can I do to repay him? Ah! Is filial piety and achievement. And what can make them feel most gratified? How proud and proud he was when excellent report cards were placed in front of him.

I believe that "there is a road in the mountain of books, but there is no limit to learning the sea." When the bright red handwriting says to repay my father's love for me with excellent results, he will feel extremely gratified!

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Father loves like a song.

I am a bird, my father's love is the sky, and I fly under his care. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.

My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.

I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on." I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard. When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance.

Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them." After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth and persuaded me to admit my mistake.

I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.

I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life!

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Remember that day, you told me; A girl of 15 years old was buried in the ruins. The girl's father rescued the girl alone within 1 1 hour. The girl hugged her father tightly after being rescued. The first sentence is: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that father and daughter had quarreled before the earthquake, so ...

After listening to this story, I was shocked, I was moved, and a feeling of gratitude came to me.

Please remember:

When I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I smiled happily in my sleep to thank you.

When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You are very excited. I thank you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.

When I was three years old, you held me, held me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief. I repay you with practice again and again. Finally, I learned to walk.

When I was four years old, I was afraid to take medicine. That time, you hit me because you didn't take medicine, and your handprint was printed on my ass. I cried very sadly. You feel bad and bought me a Transformers. I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time.

When I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten. You sent me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and be United and friendly with the children." I repay you, and I am often praised by the teacher, saying that I am obedient.

When I was seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. You let me go to school by myself, let me study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, but I will review with me. I repay you. When reviewing, I always want to escape and play.

When I was eight years old, I got the certificate of "Learning Activist" on June 1st. You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts.

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Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I am fourteen years old and have entered the school gate of middle school. Look at you-a lot of money has climbed on your head.

But your love is still not old, your love is like a colorful halo, covering me. Give me strength and warmth silently.

Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be differences and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you or even like you. However, a father is a father, after all, it is your father.

Let's take a short time to pay tribute to this man named "Dad" and say "thank you" to him. Although sometimes I can't say it to my face, he has been with me, listening to my boasting, listening to my stories and listening to my sadness. ...

You are by my side, watching me grow up and learning to be strong and independent.

Father has always cared about me and protected me. Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father loves like a mountain, and his strength is like a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; Selfless dedication, silent support, strength is like a mountain. ...

Dad, I know, you also have troubles, you also have pressure, and you will be tired. So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad!

Father likes fragrance.

When it comes to love, the first thing that comes to mind is maternal love. Mother's kind smile, caring nagging and careful care always move us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to be ignored. Because unlike maternal love, my father often leaves behind a hard-working back and a serious face. Beneath what we can see on this surface, there is something hidden in the dark, which is easy to be ignored and has a refreshing breath-love.

One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father go for a walk in the park. Birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed to a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "It's a thrush." The father asked again, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "Thrushcross." This is the father asking again: "What is this?" Middle-aged men think it may be that their father is old and his ears are not working well, so there is a saying called "Thrushcross." But endlessly, my father asked the same question again ... so repeatedly, for the first time 10, the middle-aged man got impatient and shouted loudly, "It's a thrush. Don't ask again! " The father is unusually calm and has no intention of being angry with his son at all. He said in a loving tone, "Thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I brought you here. He was very excited because of curiosity and kept asking' what is this?' Twenty-five times, and every time I patiently answered,' It's a thrush. Because I think you are young and curious! "At this time, my son jumped on his father and cried like a child.

In life, we often see the parting pictures of children leaving home to make a living on TV. Mother cries in a low voice, telling one sentence after another, while father always just says "well, it's time to go." So plain, who knows how much pain and love these words contain in this short sentence? He wanted to cry, but he didn't. His love bloomed in silence, smelling only a faint fragrance.

Father loves nothing.

When I was a child, I always thought that there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. My mother can take me anywhere I want to go, buy my favorite food, and help me wipe my tears when I cry ... but I only personally feel that fatherly love is as great as maternal love. ...

When I was a child, my father always ran around in his career and rarely asked me. I used to envy other people's fathers, who could tutor children and give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently.

However, since my first day in junior high school, my father has been more concerned and more strict with me. He bought me a lot of review materials and studied in sync with me. He is both my classmate and my teacher. I help him with his English, and he helps me with my math. We learn from each other and improve each other. My father is like a different person, so he cares about me and loves me. For me, he accompanied me to study late into the night. For me, he waved to the computer; For me, he even withdrew from many parties ... Seeing my father's gray temples, my heart was crying.

In retrospect, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. Blame my father for not spending more time with me, not often helping me with my studies, and … too much, too much! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. It was not that my father didn't love me before, but that he gave me unknown and unobtrusive love. My father told me stories and taught me how to be a man. He loves me. Buy me a lot of toys, he loves me; In order to let me go to school, he rushed to his career and he loved me. When I fell, he encouraged me to stand up and become strong. He loves me ... now think about it, my father has paid too much love for me and this family.

At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking about my father's wrinkles, thinking about my father's white temples, tears could not help but flow down my eyes and wet my pillow again and again.

Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, you are my eternal pride!

If a mother's love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes charming fragrance in every corner, then a father's love is a jasmine flower, silently spitting fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has been praised, but who knows the moral of fatherly love!

The word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.

A jasmine flower may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Father's love is like this, as quiet as jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will accompany you all your life.

I am about to enter junior high school, and my homework is heavy. Finish your homework on time, and don't finish it until 9: 10. My father often complains that I don't hurry. I am used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table. My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How could you do this?" ! I don't believe you have the spirit to listen tomorrow. What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times have I told you, but I just won't listen! "Say that finish, don't sympathize with me, and gave me a slap in the face, walked out of my room and slammed the door. What a loud voice. I turned off the light and went to bed immediately. I felt greatly wronged in my heart and thought, "Others can't finish their homework. What's wrong with me doing this? "It's just a little procrastination. What's the matter? Can you blame me? " This slap made my tears flow like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable. My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him, often with hostile eyes. I am very sad, and I am also very sad. I reread those words in my memory every day and always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I was determined to turn iron into steel. Other children have finished their homework and are still playing downstairs. If you study like this every day, how can your body hold up? Dad wants you to learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night. Love your father. I saw traces of tears on that note, and I was a little shaken. I wrote back; Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It is my fault that I treated you like that. But you must understand me. Other people's children finish their homework quickly and then go out to play. I can't. I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears and filled with great regret. I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket. At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love. I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I was wrong!" " "After two letters, I met my father, but I didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm! "He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you, you pursue your goal, dad doesn't ask you to do anything, just do it as long as you feel right! I deeply felt my father's love and care for me. Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love.

When he was four years old, he was hit by a flying stone in one eye, bleeding profusely. After being sent to the hospital, the doctor shook his head and said that the wound was too heavy to be cured, so he only gave the child some simple potions.

My father never gave up and took his children to Shanghai, which was the best ophthalmology department at that time, but the doctors in Shanghai completely shattered my father's hope. They said firmly, "There is no forensic doctor in your eyes."

When the father took the children to the streets, he couldn't help feeling sad and sitting in the street crying. The ignorant child asked, "Dad, why are you crying?"

When my son was six years old, his right eye was white and ugly. He asked his father, "Why is one of my eyes white?"

Father was speechless.

The father knows that the child will pay for this eye all his life, and everything he does is more difficult than others.

My father works in a granite factory and is responsible for shipping. That year, he had an accident in the workshop. When lifting a piece of granite about five tons, the chain suddenly broke and crashed into the pile, and the flying gravel hit him in the face like a bullet. Suddenly his eyes went black and he could see nothing. After being sent to the hospital, one of his eyes was slightly injured than that of the child, but the other eye was fine. But he refused treatment! He asked whether the factory could give him the medical expenses without looking at the injured eyes. The factory asked him why he did it, and he said he wanted to use the money to install an artificial eye for his son. Of course, the factory could not accept this suggestion and insisted that he go to the hospital to treat his injured eye.

He still refused. In order to avoid worries, the factory asked him to write a letter of guarantee to the effect that if he was blind, it had nothing to do with the factory, and he really wrote it. Many people thought he was crazy, but he gave no explanation.

Twenty years later, this father has opened an embroidery factory, and people call him the one-eyed factory director. His son is so handsome that he can't see that he is disabled at all. That year, the child married a beautiful girl. At the wedding, someone asked the bride, "Do you care that he only has one eye?" The bride said, "Although he has only one eye, he is more generous than normal people." The groom smiled and said, "Because I only have one eye, I aimed at her like a hunter." Everyone was amused by the couple's words.

At his son's wedding reception, the old father was drunk. He pointed to his blind eye and said to his relatives and friends, "Do you know why my eye has not been treated?"

The old man said, "My son used to ask me why my eyes are white. I pulled my son to my side and pointed to my blindness and said, Son, that's what dad is like. This is called heredity. "

Everybody listen! Everybody stand there!