Home is a warm harbor, my father is a towering mountain, which straightens the height of my life, and my mother is a stream, which contains my selfishness. How can I repay my mother's worry and my father's long-distance gray hair? One step at a time, full of vicissitudes, my mother's smile is by my side. Whenever faced with collapse, my father's shoulders propped me up. Mother gave her dependence to her father, her hope to her children and her love to her family, but her father gave me a shoulder. How many times have I raised my family with a pen? How many times have I compared my father to tea, my mother to water and me to a glass of water? Compare my father to Qiu Shu, my mother to autumn leaves, and I to autumn fruits ... Alas, I don't know why I always cry and feel guilty when I write about my parents. Mom and Dad, my son wishes you health and happiness forever. Mom and Dad, my son misses you, loves you, and will accompany you all his life!
Fatherly love is the reincarnation of bitter life, as selfless as maternal love! Motherly love is disappointment again and again, falling silently into the water without a trace.
Father's love has no cliff, and mother's love is like the sea. Father's love will accompany me all my life. If the mother is water, then the father is a mountain, tall and mighty ... maybe sometimes we don't need too much, maybe sometimes we will feel bored. But my parents will always be there, quietly waiting for us to go home. ...
Why do we think that fathers love mountains and mothers love water? That's because: the greatness of a father's love is that his shoulders are like mountains, and you can rely on them; The greatness of maternal love lies in that the mother's arms are like water, not in earth-shattering feats, but only in every miss, every reminder and even every look, giving you a lost hug; Father's chest is like the sea, so he can swim. Mother's mind is like the sky, and the laughter that accompanies her all her life is the yearning for the wandering world; Father's hand is like a rudder, which makes you sail and sail; The female camel's heart is like the Sahara desert, and the female camel jumps into the deep pool to let the young camel who is dying of thirst drink water; Father's heart is like iron, you can beat it; Mother's heart is full of care; Father's love is like wine, which makes you intoxicated; Motherly love is like a needle, and the concern of children before their sickbed is anxious; Father's love is like cotton, you can participate in it ... and the only constant of parents is their selfless love for their children!
Father's love, it is like white wine, spicy and warm, intoxicating; Motherly love is like coffee, bitter and mellow, which is easy to cheer people up; Father's love is a mountain peak, which makes your body and mind calm and firm even if you bear the wind, frost, rain and snow; Motherly love is like tea, plain and kind, which makes people naturally fresh; Father's love is a sea, which makes your soul kind and tolerant even if it encounters lightning and thunder; Motherly love is like a bonfire, which is warm but daunting, and it is easy to make yourself excited.
Sometimes, I think fatherly love is a bright light, which makes my mind see the bright road even on the edge of darkness. It is like a breeze, which brings strength to my lost heart. Sometimes I think my mother is a river, slender and steady, which makes me afraid to set foot in it, and the swift stream makes me afraid to cross it; Sometimes, my father loves me like rain and washes my soul for me; Motherly love is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Once or now, when it was dark, my father's love was like a lamp, shining on my life. When I am tired, maternal love is a bay of life, giving me hope for survival; Now I understand that fatherly love is simple and unrequited, difficult to understand, melancholy and unattainable, and maternal love is a thousand miles of concern and bitterness. Father's love is deep and pure, such as the purer the wine, which makes us intoxicated, but we have no idea that it is a thousand-year-old wine. Motherly love is the purest, most selfless and most precious emotion of human beings, and every child enjoys the happiness and joy given by his mother.
How many times can a person hug his father in his life, and how many people will remember his details. Because maternal love is too kind to cover up serious fatherly love. People seldom miss their father all the time in their lives, but they can find their father best when they encounter difficulties. Father's love is like a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm like spring even in cold winter; Motherly love is like a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years; Father's love is an unknown and invisible feeling, like a mountain, shouldering thousands of storms. Motherly love is like water, silent but warm by my side.
Mother is an endless book. Father is a mountain that never falls, and maternal love permeates all things and permeates the world; Father's love, like wine, does not weaken with the passage of time; Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Musicians take maternal love as the theme, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with endless aftertaste. Father's love is more like a stone, standing firmly by my side, protecting me from falling down again and again on the road of life.
Mom, what kind of language should I use to express your love for me and what kind of emotion should I use to express my gratitude to you? The black dragon is still raining at dusk, and the old tree protects the spring flowers more. Father doesn't need to praise him well. He is like a hard-working cow, silently paying for us without asking for anything in return. A mother's love is like the sea, and a father's love is like a mountain! Father's love is that the mountain shoulders thousands of horses and blocks thousands of storms with its back. Father's love is the embodiment of strength and self-confidence. But Genghis Khan once said with deep affection, "There is only one best woman in the world, and that is my mother." Today, I want to say that there is only one man in the world, and that is my father!
Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we never change our thoughts about our parents. When I think of my father, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my father, my wandering heart found a home.