A good article praising my father.

On the issue of fatherly love, people's speeches have always been gentle and peaceful. The greatness of love makes us ignore the existence and significance of fatherly love, but for many people, fatherly love has always influenced them in a unique and quiet way. This is the strange thing about fatherly love. It is ashamed to express, neglected to make public, but noble and heavy, so a wise man said that a father loves a mountain. Not long ago, on a trip to Shanghai, I took a leisure magazine and rummaged through it. Come across an article that is not a pastime. It was an American who described the fatherly love in his eyes. Please allow me to tell this story about fatherly love. Although he is an American father, the details of that American father squeezing orange juice for his son for many years first remind me of my father. Fathers get up early for decades and cook porridge for their children until they leave home one by one. I have been reading this article comparatively. The author said that every time he finished his father's orange juice, he would hug his father and say I love you to him before going out. The American father accepted his son's hug and love without saying a word. Hugging is the only way in the relationship between father and son in the west. I have never hugged my father, but when I saw my father for the first time every day when I was a child, I was bound to call him as a routine: Dad. When I grow up, I feel a little tired of calling you this way every day, thinking that I won't call you or call me dad, and sometimes I just want to get away with it. But the way my father took was to walk up to you and point his finger at your nose, so I had to call honestly as always: Dad! Strangely, my American son, like me, said one day that he was tired of this routine hug and wanted to sneak out after drinking his father's orange juice. The American father stopped his son in front of the door and said, What have you forgotten today? I'm still making a comparison at this time. I think I will use this situation to say, thank you for reminding me, and then give me a hug. But after all, American sons are different from China's sons. He thought too much, so he rashly asked a very sharp question and said, Dad, why didn't you ever say you loved me? The American son forced his father to say those three words, and then the most touching details of the article appeared: the father finally made that familiar voice, and when he finally told his son I love you, he couldn't help crying!

I almost cried when I read this, and I'm still comparing the fatherly love I feel. I think I will never force my father to say I love you. The only difference between me and that American son is that I just need to know. Father's love without words, let us bathe in this wordless love forever.

The years pass by inadvertently. Behind every hurried figure, my father's caring eyes are getting farther and farther, and my mother's familiar words are gradually forgotten. When you are physically and mentally exhausted, stop and read a warm story in a book, and you will have a moving heartbeat.

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The love of parents in the world is actually in a stitch, a letter from home and a small matter. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Father's love is a close-fitting vest that always surrounds your heart. Father's love and mother's love are your double clothes, which surround you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, the ends of the earth, father's love and mother's love are tightly wrapped around you.

Those different growth experiences reflect the same care. In the stories of ordinary people, father's love for mother's love is equally great. The warm family stories selected in this book are everyone's deep memories of father's love and maternal love. You can feel deep affection, deep gratitude to your parents, guilt to your parents, or have too much to say ... It is your parents' black hair and their aging faces that pay the price for your growth. Not everyone is lucky enough to hear their words of comfort and encouragement in time, and not everyone can always be with them. Don't let unrealized returns become regrets.

If I learn a little good temper, if I learn a little kindness to others, if I forgive and understand others-I have to thank my loving mother.

Hu Shi is my mother.

As a man's life, he is both a son and a father. The first half of a son is the shadow of his father, and the second half of his father is the shadow of his son.

-Jia Pingwa "About Father and Son"

One day, her feather clothes disappeared, and she became coarse cloth on the earth-she decided to be a mother.

-Zhang Xiaofeng's "Mother's Feather"

At that moment, I discovered that all mothers in the world are so gullible and so easy to satisfy! At that moment, I could not help crying.

-Xi Murong's birthday card

The years pass by inadvertently. Behind every hurried figure, my father's caring eyes are getting farther and farther, and my mother's familiar words are gradually forgotten. When you are physically and mentally exhausted, stop and read a warm story in a book, and you will have a moving heartbeat.

Executive summary:

"The thread in the hand of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The love of parents in the world is actually in a stitch, a letter from home and a small matter. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Father's love is a close-fitting vest that always surrounds your heart. Father's love and mother's love are your double clothes, which surround you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, the ends of the earth, father's love and mother's love are tightly wrapped around you.

Those different growth experiences reflect the same care. In the stories of ordinary people, father's love for mother's love is equally great. The warm family stories selected in this book are everyone's deep memories of father's love and maternal love. You can feel deep affection, deep gratitude to your parents, guilt to your parents, or have too much to say ... It is your parents' black hair and their aging faces that pay the price for your growth. Not everyone is lucky enough to hear their words of comfort and encouragement in time, and not everyone can always be with them. Don't let unrealized returns become regrets.

Directory:

Dear family

Father's ambition

My mother

paternal love

Looking forward to my father's smile

We are a family.

Have dinner with my mother

Stupid father

Only you will appreciate me.

Mother's words

secret

Mother's name

The object of beauty

The first half and the second half.

Love has no distance.

birthday card

About fathers and sons

Fragments of feelings

The glass manufacturer and his son

Mother's posture

Tangshui Yisheng

Maternal love tolerance

Snow falls without a trace, and true love is silent.

One plus one fatherly love story

Another way of love

There is an address that will not change.

When love becomes a habit

The way of love

The power of love

Banana flower

My mother

Mother's down jacket

When the north wind blows,

Quite a big foot

Father's feet

Yiwan wonton

A father without evidence

Love beyond life

Show filial piety to elders

The power of maternal love

Affectionate and seamless

Fatherly love has no mechanism.

Love doesn't have to be ashamed to say it.

……

Miss the love that hurt me.

Warm from the heart

A lifetime of love.

How to say love?

Once on the train, when talking about children, I had an argument with a man in the same trade: I firmly believe that maternal love is the greatest, and he thinks that fathers love more; I praise the selflessness of maternal love. He thinks that fatherly love is more conducive to children's growth ... I clearly know that this issue is not negotiable, and what we say is not contradictory. It is a matter of different opinions. But we have been shrouded in an atmosphere of dispute, and the two of us are increasingly divided and deliberately become paranoid.

An unknown gentleman cut in next to him. He said that there is a short story that can help you explain the difference between fatherly love and maternal love. This is a small thing he said.

There is a standard family of three. The husband and wife live in a yard with a 4-year-old boy, and their lives are calm and happy. On this day, my father was reading in the house, my mother was cooking in the kitchen, and the little boy was riding a tricycle happily in the yard.

The car kept squeaking, and of course the noise reached the house. The couple reacted differently: when the mother was busy in the kitchen, listening to the noise made by her son, she felt particularly sweet and practical; Father frowned as he turned the pages. Obviously, the noise affected him. Then, he realized that his son's car was broken and should be repaired, so he got up and got the tools and called his son to come and fix it for him.

After the tricycle was repaired, there was no sound when the boy pedaled again. Father returned home with satisfaction and peace of mind, and he could concentrate on his studies. But at this time, the mother in the kitchen felt uncomfortable, because to her, the creaking sound of her son's tricycle was like nature. She can't do anything well without the accompaniment of this voice.

The unknown gentleman said, what can you two analyze about this little thing?

Let me say first: the sound of the light bulb is music to my mother and noise to my father-maternal love is warmer and more emotional, and fatherly love is stricter and more rational.

The man pointed out that the mother didn't realize that there was something wrong with the car, and the father got up to get the tools-the father loved more responsibility.

I said that doesn't mean that maternal love is muddled love. You don't know that a mother loves to hear her son's voice, which is not just an emotional need. Subconsciously, she listened to the creaking sound suddenly far away and near, and she could grasp her son's condition in her heart: did she ride too far, fell down and stumbled? Once the voice disappeared, she was immediately alert to whether there was an accident-the sense of responsibility for maternal love was hidden in a corner that she didn't even realize.

At this time, the two people across the street looked at each other very unexpectedly, and the quarrel stopped.