Is it because my father didn't give enough love? No, actually, fatherly love is as selfless as maternal love. He doesn't ask for anything in return, but always pays for us silently behind his back. Fatherly love is an unknown and intangible emotion, which can only be understood by those who are attentive.
Some people say, "A father loves mountains and a mother loves water." That's true.
Mother can always understand and understand us, while father often gives us dignity and makes it difficult for us to enter his inner world. However, when we think back carefully, we find that my father is so great, ordinary and extraordinary.
When I was young, I never understood my father. Why is my mother always gentle to me, while my father is strict? This makes me puzzled.
Knowing that after the primary school graduation exam, when I was about to enter junior high school, because there were too many people signing up for No.13 Middle School, my father had to move there and queue up, waiting to sign up and pay the money. The cold wind blew his father's body and mind, but his father was still standing there. This left a deep impression on me. I finally understand the meaning of fatherly love in my heart and truly understand the greatness of fatherly love.
People often say: "Father loves nothing". Because my father always silently supports us behind our backs and gives us hope.
Father loves us deeply. Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain in the rain; Father's love is like rain, washing young hearts for our door; Father loves us like a road and worships us with his life.
We should learn to appreciate what our father has done for us. Give back to your father with a grateful heart.
We should learn to appreciate what our father has done for us. Give back to your father with a grateful heart.
2. When I was in the first grade, a teacher loved to tell ghost stories, which scared me to sleep since I was a child.
When I finally fall asleep, I am often awakened by nightmares, panting and breaking out in a cold sweat. The night is a terrible magician to me, and always makes me timidly look forward to the dawn.
Dad was brave, so I slept with him. I wasn't used to it at first, because his snoring was not very pleasant, but I didn't dare to come at the thought, and finally I slept clearly.
From then on, I slept soundly. Dad is a serious man.
For a time, the whole building was full of cockroaches, and my family was not spared. Every night, there are always groups of cockroaches gathering in my kitchen. In order to maintain the "public order" at home, my father immediately launched a carpet-style killing action.
He will be like a sniper, waiting for the cockroach to be knocked over by drugs. Who knows that Xiao Qiang's "waves behind the Yangtze River push forward waves" wiped out a number of front waves ... So my father got up several nights in a row and had a tug-of-war with Xiao Qiang ... Finally the cockroach disappeared from our house ~ 0 I always thought my father was a man who was afraid of heat and death.
Even in winter, his first sentence after entering the door must be: "It's so hot!" "I always thought he was hallucinating, but I don't know why he always sweats so much. Mother said, "Your father walks like a March every day. Can he not sweat? "Well, I didn't also the way. He is always so fast! Sequelae of soldiers ... In life, he is definitely a simple man.
As far as I can remember when I was a child, he would always change into a set of blue and white plaid pajamas when he came home every day. Although it is old, it is always clean. This is him, a father who has been quietly influencing and infecting me in life and style.
3. Silently read the 800-word composition at the beginning and end of the father's question, encouraging or mocking eyes. I was caught off guard by some strange words. But I clearly saw that he just put it in his mouth and swallowed it suddenly. My father has seen my difference. My father faced me with extreme panic, which was the shoulder of my life. Look up, stride forward, shout loudly and taste "delicious"; Get lost: Dad, have a rest. Without the careful care of my mother, a profound poem made me unable to read and guess. I learned to understand the true meaning of fatherly love in a snap of my fingers, which is wordless fatherly love, surprise and then joy. "I returned to the fifth grade in a trance. I was the last one to be surrounded in the monitor election. Facing the urgency of the audience. When my father dragged his tired body home, he saw the food on the table and tasted happiness. I missed telling you with tears that I will be your child in the next life ... "My father gave me strength! Warm, mumbling, hurried to the hospital. I looked at my father's thin back without any pity. I have memorized the speech, but I have completely forgotten it. My mind is blank, my eyes are eager, and my expression is vivid and lovely. Only my father's love is a perfect ornament, hidden behind me. Looking at my cousin's angry face, I couldn't help shivering, but I was replaced by a wordless retort. I rushed over. Father tasted the food I dare not eat.
"Enjoy the beauty of peace? In the light. Later, I saw a note on my desk: child.
"When you are willful, you have a terrible silence; When conniving, severely reprimand. " When I was a child, I watched me silently at my cousin's house, and then I left quietly. When I got home, I was still coldly reprimanded. Looking at my cousin who was watching the drama, I was embarrassed and had to flee from the podium with disdain. Father, why are you so obsessed with it? Cousin grabbed it. composition
"Fell down, a stout hand, I can only take care of myself, abruptly grabbed the porcelain doll, just as I turned to run, I tripped to the ground, followed by 1 of" pa ",echoed in the room. I can't take my eyes off it. Go ahead and help me pack my things.
"sensible, a comforting smile; In success, a drop of excited old tears. " During my mother's illness and hospitalization, my father ran back and forth between the hospital and home. He got up early every day and was at a loss when he saw a porcelain doll. This failure does not mean all failures. Suddenly I feel that my father is unreasonable and his father is like a poem.
4. Practice the composition "Reading Father Silently" in the first language week of Grade One, 1, ① My father went a long way and bought me a popsicle; My father tolerated the willfulness and vanity of "I" and hid under the big tree in the corner of the school playground to watch the school leaders give me awards; My father bought a tape recorder with his own blood and gave me an unforgettable education.
2.① The action description shows the father's fear of melting popsicles; (2) Expression description, showing that my father was very surprised at the request of "I". 3. Let "I" find the self-esteem of being a man and let "I" live the greatness of a man. Without rich material living conditions, people can survive and grow, and people must have ambition when they are alive.
My father's love for his children and his attitude of not comparing with others as a self-respecting person have a great influence on me. I am determined to live and be like my father. 6. My mind is full of children. I'm ashamed to admit that the man who was bent to deliver coal to school is my father, but I'm ashamed of my vanity.
7. A real man, a good father, a typical father who doesn't show love. As the article says: "Father, he is like a mountain. Although he is silent, there is an endless stream of love in his chest. " He is like the sea. Although it is calm, there is a strong undercurrent of mountain tsunami.
In the continuous Wumeng mountain range, buildings rising from the ground, such as scattered stars in the sky, dot the whole Wumeng land. Isn't it a true portrayal of the hardworking and simple Wumeng people? "8. Father, a heavy-sounding word, represents a group of people who love deeply.
Such a person, you can only read silently, and only in this way can you truly unique his inner flash. The title of the article is "Reading Father Silently", which shows that the author has always felt guilty about his father, and this feeling runs through the whole article. Father's love never hangs outside, such as the undercurrent in his heart, which can only be discovered by those who have a heart and need to read silently.
Love, kindness, courage to face difficulties in life, strong personality. (meaning is right).
5. Write a composition "Silent Reading"
Maternal love cannot be measured by instruments, nor can it be compared with other loves. Motherly love can only feel new feelings if you feel it with your heart!
Maternal love cannot be measured by instruments, nor can it be compared with other loves. Motherly love can only be understood by heart, and can only be felt by heart!
I remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I fell down while running and my skin was scratched by a mottled plastic track. Blood oozed from my muscles, and I was in great pain. The teacher sent my classmates to help me to the clinic, and the staff just went out. My classmates and I had to go back to the classroom and wait for me to rest.
After school, my mother came to pick me up. I endured the pain and struggled to enter my mother's field of vision. Seeing me limping, my mother rushed to my side to help me and asked, "Yao Yao, what's the matter?" I curled my lips, pretending it was no big deal, and said, "What could it be? Mom, I'm fine, go home. " My mother looked at me carefully and found mottled blood on my school pants, so she rolled up her trouser legs. I was a little scared and thought: Mom will be very sad! With tears in her eyes, her mother gritted her teeth, squatted down without hesitation and said softly, "Yao Yao, go home!" " "At that time, I was much fatter than my mother, but I had no choice but to lie on her broad back. My mother struggled to stand up, one step, two steps, three steps ... My mother walked with difficulty, and the bean-sized sweat slipped from her forehead. I gradually found that her black hair was mixed with a few strands of silver hair, which was particularly conspicuous. At this moment, something glittering and translucent lingered in front of my eyes. Never love to cry, like a tough tomboy crying. I lowered my head slightly, and tears fell on my mother's hair and my palm, which made me even more sad. ...
Finally, we arrived at the door, and my mother gently put me down, opened the door and carried me in. ...
My mother helped me to apply medicine, * * * * ... This is a good maternal love, a good maternal love! Thanks to maternal love, silently understand maternal love, she can make us grow sturdily! Maybe, it's just a shallow greeting, maybe, it's just a little gesture. Isn't this the crystallization of maternal love?
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Read my father silently
As the saying goes, "Mother strict father", father always plays a strict role. This also led to my impression of my father, which was not very good, and my fear of my father was buried in my heart.
I have always been in awe of him. Until now, my father coughed unintentionally, and I was afraid-did I do something wrong? He has been strict with me since I was a child. Maybe now, that's nothing at all. It is very abnormal for others to do this, because in the eyes of outsiders, my father is a humorous and mature man, and many students are particularly envious, saying that I am "born happy, I don't know happiness." Sometimes it is impossible to say that I am afraid of such a father!
Hehe, maybe, I smiled bitterly: when I was three years old, he made me go out to drink, he made me stay alone in Yunnan for a day, and he made me go to school alone! At that time, how I wished my parents could pick me up like other children!
The distance between two hearts has widened invisibly. Although I don't say it, anyone with eyes can see it. My father also tried to change his image in my heart. Helpless, this image has been deeply branded in my heart.
Nine years ago, I didn't mean to fall into the water. Without saying anything, my father jumped into the water and pulled me up. He took me to the hospital five miles away in spite of the cold. I was a little touched at that time, but I was soon diluted by fear. Afterwards, my father gave me a strict education. The only trace of emotion disappeared immediately. When I was young, I secretly called my father unsympathetic.
Grandma said I was unlucky and would be robbed several times. The old man is superstitious, and my grandfather used to be a Taoist priest. He counted my life. The first time I was diagnosed with congenital hemangioma, I moved twice.
6. Read my father's article silently and write something about my life. When I was in the first grade, a teacher loved telling ghost stories, which scared me to sleep since I was a child. When I finally fall asleep, I am often awakened by nightmares and break out in a cold sweat. The night is a terrible magician to me, and I always look forward to the dawn timidly. My father was brave, so I slept with him. I didn't like it at first. Because his snoring of "making the gods cry" is not very pleasant to listen to, but the thought of it makes the ghost feel less and finally sleeps clearly. From then on, I slept soundly. Dad is a serious man. For a time, the whole building was full of cockroaches, and my family was not spared. Every night, there are always groups of cockroaches gathering in my kitchen. In order to maintain the "public order" at home, my father immediately launched a carpet-style killing action. He will be like a sniper, waiting for cockroaches to be turned upside down by drugs and anesthetics. I didn't expect cockroaches to "push the waves behind the Yangtze River" and destroy a batch. So dad got up several nights in a row and tug-of-war with Xiao Qiang. Finally, the cockroach disappeared from our house ~ 0 I always thought my father was a man who was afraid of heat. I always thought he was hallucinating from a cold, but I don't know why he always sweats so much. Mom said, "Your father walks like a March every day. Can he not sweat?" Well, I can't help it. He is always so fast! Sequelae of soldiers. In life, he is definitely a simple man. As far as I can remember when I was a child, he always changed into that blue and white plaid pajamas when he came home every day. Although it is old, it is always clean. This is him, a father who has been quietly influencing me in life and style.
7. Silently read mother's composition Silently read mother may have been immersed in the sea of questions for too long, a little bloated. I came home wearing the star Dai Yue, and the word "tired" was always on my face.
Turning on the light, a steaming glass of milk on the table added extra warmth to this small room. I'm not surprised, not at all. Milk will arrive on time at this time of day, rain or shine.
Besides, I'm worried about another thing at this time. Once, although my writing level was not very good, it was not difficult for me to write a composition.
But now, a small composition on the topic of "Motherly Love" has made my thoughts stagnate, leaving a terrible blank in my heart inexplicably. "Is mom not loving you enough?" "No, it isn't."
"hasn't she done enough for you?" "No, it's not true." "Then why can't you express maternal love?" I kept asking myself, dizzy, no answer.
I met milk in the surf, full of fragrance. I tilted my neck, trying to put milk in my stomach. As soon as my lips stuck to the mouth of the cup, they went back. I ran out of the room, but I stopped at the moment I saw my mother. My mother asked, "Is it hot?" I nodded and gave a gentle "well".
When I got back to my room, as soon as I lifted my neck, the milk immediately entered my stomach. A warm current immediately rose from the bottom up, and I trembled all over, and all my troubles were immediately forgotten. Mom knows everything I need.
Gently, I heard the door open. As soon as I turned around, my mother came in with a quilt. The quilt is full of sunshine. It seems that in this space less than 10 square meter, another small sun has risen.
When my mother saw an empty cup in my hand, I looked at her blankly and immediately smiled on my face. This is an irresistible smile that can only ripple on my mother's face. I smiled and watched my mother turn and go out. At the moment she went out, I suddenly had a flash of light: is this mom's love? But people have always said that maternal love is great, how can it be like a glass of milk? I chased out of the room, trying to find the answer. My mother asked, "Would you like another drink?" I smiled and finally understood that greatness lies here, so the little sun rose in my heart and in my life journey.
Because I know how to cherish, know how to cherish flowers and plants, and know how to cherish the deep love in ordinary milk. I understand that if I love my mother, all I can do is get excellent grades and be a good boy.
Take a closer look, that cup of thick milk is really warm ... but how much love has an inch of grass, and it won three times in spring.
8. The composition topics are "The Story on the Blackboard" and "Reading Father Silently". Tonight I want to thank the teacher on the blackboard: I want to thank the teacher in front of the blackboard. Since I entered the school gate, this scene has been fixed in my mind: the teacher is standing in their post-in front of the blackboard, having a class.
After several years of observation, I printed several close-ups of the teacher in front of the blackboard in my mind: the teacher in front of the blackboard is affectionate. Every time a student asks a question, the teacher always comes over and explains it affectionately and patiently in front of the blackboard.
Once, twice, three times ... The teacher is earnest and sincere, and every word is unreal, in exchange for everyone's excellent grades and all-round development quality. The teacher in front of the blackboard is tired.
In order to stand in front of the blackboard and finish the wonderful 40-minute class that day, perhaps the night before, he prepared lessons until late at night; Perhaps in order to better manage the students, the teacher came to school early and started a day's work before he was sleepy. The teacher in front of the blackboard is very beautiful.
After careful preparation, the teacher in front of the blackboard is so relaxed, beautiful language, friendly attitude and clever arrangement, which leads the playful heart to the hall of knowledge. A smile, a squint, an eyebrow, a wave, a joke and a criticism of the teacher are all a painting, a poem and a song.
The teacher in front of the blackboard is very happy. Through the joint efforts of teachers and students, students have achieved ideal results.
The teacher's face is full of joy and happiness, because it is the reward of his hard work and the fruit of his hard work. He is proud of his students, happy with his work and even more happy with the future of his motherland.
The teacher in front of the blackboard is like a simple candle, and the bright red flame is his passionate and sincere burning heart for the cause of education. Here, the heart always inspires and helps students to the other side of success. The teacher in front of the blackboard is not noble, but ordinary.
They have been working hard for us. Here, I want to express my gratitude to all the teachers! Blackboard, chalk, teacher. A black face, an iron and stern face, an incomparably upright character and a selfless and simple heart have made a selfless you.
Seventeen years flies like an arrow; The road to study is tortuous and long; Most of the past events have gone with the wind, leaving only deep thoughts. I have been troubled by failure; I am ecstatic about success; I used to suffer from the burden of study.
But when I think of you, I think of you still standing there, sticking to your sacred post, leaving traces of that chalk on you; Let white ash leave layers of white on you; Let the teacher write, wipe and write on you. No matter how much you write, no matter how heavy the load is, you always bear it silently.
Never complain, as if never tired. Thinking of this, I feel as if I have received infinite encouragement, which gives me the courage to raise the sail of life.
Thank you, that simple blackboard moved me. A white face with chalk and snow, a tall and straight posture like steel, a spirit of helping others, a pure and kind heart, created you with dedication.
One paragraph after another, you are slowly coming to the end of your life. Your little body is supported by a generous and powerful palm; Your crystal tears fell on your dark face, and in an instant, you disappeared.
But your crystal tears, tears that moisten people's hearts, are eternal. You never complain, complaining about the shortness of life; Never ask others to mourn for you.
Because you will stay in the hearts of students forever, you will gain eternal life in the hearts of students. In your dedication diary, you remember your gratitude to the students and the person who influenced you-the person who held you for a lifetime.
You always stand and stand in life, and you create the spirit of standing. You influenced the blackboard, you influenced the chalk, and how many poems praised you! Praise your standing spirit and your creative spirit.
However, no matter how touching the poem is, no matter how beautiful the song is, no matter how gorgeous the words are, you can't explain your selfless dedication. You stand, your life is so ordinary and so great; You stand, blackboard and chalk are your ordinary life; It is your sacred duty to stand, impart knowledge and educate students; When you stand, that small podium will always be your stage.
On this small podium, you sent a group of students. When people envy you all over the world, how many people realize the bitterness of your life? Some people praise you as a gardener; Some people praise you as a candle; Some people praise you as an engineer of the soul; I want to praise you as a creator.
You created the spirit of standing. I will praise you loudly, praise life on the blackboard with chalk, and praise this precious standing spirit.
Reading father silently: Throughout the ages, praise for mother is far more than that for father. Poetry and prose that should praise maternal love occupy most people's eyes, but people often ignore fatherly love invisibly. Is it because my father didn't give enough love? No, actually, fatherly love is as selfless as maternal love. He doesn't ask for anything in return, but always pays for us silently behind his back.
Fatherly love is an unknown and intangible emotion, which can only be understood by those who are attentive. Some people say, "A father loves mountains and a mother loves water."
That's true. Mother can always understand and understand us, while father often gives us dignity and makes it difficult for us to enter his inner world.
However, when we think back carefully, we find that my father is so great, ordinary and extraordinary. When I was young, I never understood my father.
Why is my mother always gentle to me, while my father is strict? This makes me puzzled. Knowing that after the primary school graduation exam, when I was about to enter junior high school, because there were too many people signing up for No.13 Middle School, my father had to move there and queue up, waiting to sign up and pay the money.
The cold wind blew his father's body and mind, but his father was still standing there. This left a deep impression on me. I finally understand the meaning of fatherly love in my heart and truly understand the greatness of fatherly love. People often say: "Father loves nothing".
Because my father always silently supports us behind our backs and gives us hope. Father loves us deeply.
Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain in the rain; Father's love is like rain, washing young hearts for our door; Father loves us like a road and worships us with his life. We should learn to thank our father and thank him.