Parents’ love is the greatest love in the world. Since we were born and came into this world, our parents have loved us forever. The love of parents is a kind of innate love for their children, a natural love. It's like rain falling from the sky, so abundant that no one can control it. The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful force that can protect life is the love of our parents for us.
The ancients said: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on a wanderer's body. The seams are tight before leaving, and I am afraid that I will return late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." A mother's love is like in spring. The bright sunshine brings me warmth and light; my mother's love is like a stable and calm umbrella in the strong wind, protecting me from the wind and rain; my mother's love always gives me when I am in trouble. Help, give me motivation. That silky and continuous love has become my strong backing and makes me no longer feel empty every moment.
Father's love is profound and informal. My father's love always gives me the right guidance when I make mistakes; my father's love always gives me the right guidance when I encounter difficulties... If a mother's love is as profound as water, then a father's love is as profound as water. My love is as thick as a mountain.
Speaking of my parents, I feel infinite gratitude in my heart. My parents worked hard for my growth. How should I repay this kindness?
Since I was a child, my parents have taught me how to do things and how to behave. They told me about the 25,000-mile Long March, about Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, about Lei Feng and about Dong Cunrui's bombing of the bunker... They told me that I should be cautious in doing things, be sincere to others, not lie, and learn how to Be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay kindness, and know how to not be rewarded for no merit...
What is all this for? In the past, I always naively believed that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, I realize what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of force is driving them. I don’t understand it, but maybe it is a kind of responsibility, a kind of spirit. Whether the love for children is selfless or loving, there is no doubt that they are indeed very good to us and take good care of us. Take every day for example!
My mother makes breakfast for me every morning, lunch for me every noon, and dinner for me every night, but every time she eats, she is still doing it. live. When I was studying in the evening, my father came to tutor me again and taught me to do every question carefully and not to be careless. My parents educate me every day.
Every day like this constitutes our happiness. Every day like this is ordinary and extraordinary. Every day is a small matter, some is a big thing. Facing the parents' I should turn my gratitude into practical actions of filial piety for this kindness. Let us all love and care for our parents! Thank you, I wrote this myself.