Chapter 1: Father loves mountains and mother loves water. Mountain is the skin of water, and water is the blood of mountain. The mountains and rivers set each other off, the yin and yang are in harmony, the nature is beautiful, the heart is harmonious, the mountains and rivers are intertwined, and peace is achieved every year. Father loves mountains, mother loves water, mountains are children's days, water is children's land, and heaven and earth support a happy world. The baby is the smile of the mountain, the baby is the flower of water, and the smile is like a flower, which is always the yearning for mountains and rivers. The mountain is the baby's mind, the water is the baby's mind, and the mind is broad, and the teacher does not forget the road to struggle; Be gentle and teach children not to forget to raise grace; Children are the crying of mountains, the calling of water, the wandering of mountains and seas, and the laughter of water; Children are a warm world of mountains and rivers, and mountains and rivers are a harbor full of care for children.
Father loves mountains and mother love the water. Sun-like persistence, moon-like clarity, each with its own language and way of love. Create a home camp, a happiness and a future for children. Sun-like stalwart, flower-like tenderness, silent language hides deep love, fragrant memory hides selfless feelings; The breeze-like warmth and the white clouds-like wind swept away the dust on the child and washed away the stains on the child. Be gentle slowly, love your family, warm a cold heart and save a soul far from the track.
Father loves mountains and mother love the water. No mountain refuses to be green, and no river refuses to flow. Every grass and tree in the mountain is the love of the mountain. Mountains are hard, rich and satisfied. It is gratifying to watch the flowers bloom and the trees grow and the warblers fly, even if it is hard. Every flowing fish in the mountains is the love, infatuation and dependence between mountains and rivers. The water is very busy and old, but it is very pleasant and satisfying. Watching the fish swim around, even Cang Sang forgot.
Father's love is like a mountain, mother's love is like water, the mist thinly covers the starry sky, watching the sleeping face of children, the stars gently humming the music of the cradle, patting the quilt of flowers to watch the children sleeping under the softening of fog, watching the children with fog and starry night, listening to their talk, sighing slightly, the heavy shackles of life and inner information.
Father loves mountains and mother love the water. Father is always silent, mother is always nagging; Silence doesn't have to be loved, and nagging doesn't have to be mean. I only wish my children a good life, a good growth and a good peace. Father has father's expression, and mother has mother's expression. Sometimes doting is the dizziness of love, and sometimes being strict is the wisdom of love. Children's understanding is the mountain that parents love, and their enthusiasm is the water that parents love. They love their children with gentleness like mountains and rivers, and expect their children to love the world with feelings like mountains and rivers.
Chapter two: Excellent prose with father's love like a mountain and mother's love like water. Year after year, there are always so few days together.
Leaving home again, my parents and I started a life of less gathering and more separation. The reality is really cruel, forcing people to make their own life choices. Every time I go far, I dare not look back at my parents not far away. I can't help living an unkind and endless life. I can only move forward bravely.
Looking at my elderly father and mother, I feel guilty. They are close to old age, still working around, earning a future life. They should enjoy their old age, but because of the hardships of my life, I can't give them stability in their old age and rely on it for the rest of their lives. They still need to warm my positive life with the deepest fatherly love and maternal love in the world.
When I was young, I always looked forward to growing up quickly. I think when I grow up, I can go further, stay away from them and enjoy more beautiful scenery. But now I understand that the greatest happiness in life is to be with the person you love. The nagging of love at ordinary times seems so sweet today. How I wish I could go back ten years ago. In the carefree situation, my parents are still young, so I can indulge in coquetry and roll on the spot, so that dust and love are intertwined in tears.
Now, through Qianshan, I wish I could always listen to my parents' teachings, but every time I make a phone call, my deep guilt disappears. I wonder if this short phone call can sweep away their loneliness these days, reduce their worries and bring them some comfort.
I remember living in an earthen house when I was a child. I cried and told my parents that it would take more than 20 years. When I am rich, I will build a big house and grow old with you. Today, I am still on the road to struggle. My greedy heart always wants to fight for a few years and keep them waiting. Maybe this is the deception of life.
In the flustered life, I really want to be in your arms and on your knees forever, dear mom and dad.
Maybe one day, when my career is successful, I will go back to my life with my parents and realize the happiness you want.
In this spring season, looking at the distance, I really miss you!
Now that I think about my suffering, I should thank God for his kindness and thank you, my dear parents.
Article 3: Who shaped me into an excellent essay with a father's love like a mountain and a mother's love like water?
Ah, it's mom and dad!
Who cares about me?
Ah, it's mom and dad!
Who gave me love?
Ah, so are mom and dad!
It has been 1 1 year since I was born. In these years, it was my parents who made me move from cold to warm; From sadness to happiness; From depression to persistence? My parents not only gave me life, but also asked for nothing in return. I want to say to you sincerely: thank you very much. ?
Dad's love is a mountain.
At home, mom and dad each contracted everything? Work? . Dad is a worker, who is mainly responsible for my study and expanding my knowledge. Dad can only come back once every six months. Every time he comes back, he always brings me something delicious. Of course, books are also essential. Slowly, my father knows the books I like to read, so he always buys me some books I like to read.
Dad always takes care of me. It was June when my father came back to take me home. It was still hot at first, and in less than a minute, it began to rain cats and dogs. Really verified that proverb? On June that day, the child's face changed as soon as it changed. Dad gave me clothes at once, but he caught a cold. Tears welled up all the way, but I didn't let them flow away.
I became a small tree, and my father sheltered me from the wind and rain and hugged me with weathered stones!
Motherly love is a running river.
My mother doesn't have any job, but she is my cook. Her cooking is excellent, comparable to that of a five-star hotel. I like her cooking best!
Mom is mine, too? Tutor? . She is in charge of my study, and my mother always encourages me to say: never back down, if there is? I won't eat if I can't do the problem? With this energy, you can do well in the exam. ? Under the care of my mother, my academic performance has been greatly improved.
Mom, this river flows around me, moistens me, and pours my heart and blood into my little tree.
Love is in every day of my life
I've been indoctrinated by my father and taken care of by my mother? Aren't these all love? Mom and Dad, your love is like the sunshine in March, which warms and illuminates my way forward.
When I think of the poem Ode to a Wanderer, my heart is full of gratitude to my parents. Mom and Dad, my son will repay you with the best results!