Writing on the topic of fatherly love 1 fatherly love is a mountain that cares for life; Father's love is fire, igniting the fire of hope; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the way forward; Fatherly love is the road, guiding life. ...
Once I didn't understand why my father's hair turned white. I don't understand, father's smiling face will become haggard? I don't understand. Who is my father working for? I don't understand why my father's back is bent. ...
Until that day, let me understand everything.
On that day, the wind roared and the vegetation was depressed. I waited outside the door for my father to take me home. I'm impatient and have the money to go home by car. However, I saw a dark sky and the man waiting for me in the cold wind. I clearly see my father's white hair, not the bright moon, nor the gorgeous rhetoric decoration, but one by one.
Obviously, my father saw me. I stopped covering my coat with my hand and ran to my father in the cold wind and heavy rain.
At that moment, I saw my father's fiery heart in the cold. At that moment, I was in tears. My father grabbed my hand and tried to soften it. I held my father's cold hand tightly, and my father tried to avoid it, so I quickly pulled it back. I know, I am grasping the wealth of my life.
My father turned into a mountain, into a fire, into a lamp, into a road, into a little fatherly love, and accompanied me every day, every minute, every second, and accompanied me all my life. Father, your life is my wealth, because with your love, my life will not be poor or cold.
I heard that father's love is a mountain, and it is a magnificent mountain. But I think my father's love for me is an iceberg.
Father, a man in his thirties, has black hair and is skinny. Because he likes smoking, his teeth become as yellow as tobacco. I have a lot of calluses on my hands, as hard as a stone. My father is very handsome, but years have left many marks on his face, but he is still very handsome.
My father and I don't talk much, and we don't communicate much. We were separated in our last life, but it seems certain that he loves me.
I like Lu Xun, and my father likes playing billiards. I said, how about I ask Lu Xun to write your autobiography? He doesn't even smile in Lian Xiao, which makes me feel depressed.
I'm afraid of my father. He can kill me with one look. Growing up, I didn't talk to him much, but it seems that he still cares about me. When his hand is cut by a knife, he will rush to the hospital with me and buy snacks.
When I was a child, I was not afraid of my mother. I should say I've never been afraid. I like to roll on the ground. I wouldn't listen to anything my mother said, but as soon as he said my father was coming, I quickly got up and shook the dust off my clothes. Actually, father. He is getting old.
He is like a clear spring, illuminating my life; He is like a candle, illuminating my hope; He is like a big tree, shielding me from the strong light; He is more like a sky, so blue and so bright. He inspired me. Looking up at the sky and smiling from time to time, I will be broad-minded.
Father's love is an iceberg. It hasn't melted yet. I hope that one day, under my scorching sun, you will melt slowly. You are no longer a clear spring, but a spring, tinkling; You are no longer a candle, but a voice-activated lamp. As long as we communicate, you will light it. You are no longer a tree, you are an eagle, you can scream; You will always be a sky, I will always fly in your arms, grow up under your care, and I will be as broad as you.
Father, you should melt.
Actually, I know you love me.
Writing on the topic of fatherly love My father often traveled when I was a child for 3 years. Living under the care of my mother and grandmother, I am used to being held in my hand. For me, love doesn't hurt me, it's warmth, constant sweetness and happiness. And because I don't have much time with my father, my feelings with my father are relatively indifferent.
When I was seven years old, my father was at home on holiday and bought a beautiful bike. I always wanted to be close to my father, so I readily agreed to his request-learning to drive. In order not to let my mother see me practicing driving, my father specially took me to a steep back hill, where I had never touched a bicycle. That training was really bloody and tearful. I, a "porcelain doll" who has been cared for, fell black and blue, and my ears were filled with my father's cold roar. I fought back my tears and stood up again and again ... I learned to ride a bike in two days. Later, when my mother told me with tears that my father really loved me, I was very confused when I was young-was father's love cruel? Is it cold? Is it cruel?
After I went to school in the city in the third grade, my father drove me to several kilometers of school every day. Listening to my father's heavy breathing, I fell on his broad and sweaty back. When I was young, I was suddenly shocked and moved inexplicably, and my throat choked. At that moment, I felt for the first time that my father loved me.
When I was ashamed to tell my father that I was nearsighted, my father's reddish eyes made me suddenly blame myself, and I felt my father's concern and pity for me. When I showed my perfect score paper and touched my father's serious eyes, I felt that fatherly love was a warning and a beacon that kept me from sinking on the rocks ... I used to think that my father didn't like me anywhere and scolded me all day, but when I looked back at my completely upside-down life, I realized that fatherly love was a real concern and a love that really thought about my future. ...
So my childhood fear of my father disappeared with my sudden awakening. My father's silent love has warmed every journey of my life. Understand your father's love and be grateful to your father. My life shines because of my father, and is colorful because of his love!
Do you know about writing 4 with the theme of fatherly love? In fact, fatherly love is also great. Although maternal love is the easiest to understand. However, the father's love expressed their dedication with a kind of "clumsy" and elusive love. ...
Perhaps, we don't know their "background" yet, but every father will make an idea and decision for his children for his own work or emotional development.
That year, I had a high fever with symptoms such as nausea and vomiting. My parents took me to the hospital without saying anything. Along the way, my father always asked me what was wrong. I seemed to be half asleep at that time. My mother encouraged me and said, "I will be hospitalized soon." Hold on a little longer! " At that time, in the hospital, my eyes were completely white, but in this white "fog", I could see that that man was my father. Serve my father at the bedside. I could see that he was crying, but he kept it from me. But I still saw it. At this time, my hand felt a sharp pain and I fell asleep. I don't know what happened. After a while, I woke up and found myself lying in a familiar little bed with a towel over my head. I shed tears and my heart was touched! Only then did I know how great fatherly love is.
Fatherly love can't be accurately described in any language. Sometimes it gives people a clumsy and heavy feeling, and sometimes it gives people a little mystery. ...
So, let's cherish this wonderful time!
Fatherly love is mysterious, clumsy, gentle, powerful, sacred and ordinary ... but who has really experienced it in this busy world? It seems to be air, which has nothing to do with their hard hearts. You will meet "Yu Wei" on the road of growth, but you will meet sunshine after a baptism. No matter how long this feeling is, you will still make your brain full of strength! How small it is in our eyes, there is nothing we can do. Even if you are so brave, you can't make the future full of hope, can you? No matter where the seal is locked, the sound will always flow in my heart. ...
Fatherly love is deep, low-key, broad and indescribable. At the same time, father's love is also revealed in small things.
It was really cold that winter. The sky is gray, and it seems like a bleak landscape painting. The wind came head-on, poking people's bare faces like needles. It hurts like hell. Children and adults put their hands in their sleeves for fear that the cold wind will attack them.
That day, we still lined up and walked out of school wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets. Seeing my father waiting for me at the old place, I hurried over (it was painful to run when the cold wind came). "Dad, you are early today." I gasped and said, "Yes," and my father said with a smile.
My father started with a battery car. "Hoo-"The north wind came at my father and me like a roaring lion. I tried to bend down and hide behind my father, with two gloves in my pockets, curled up and trembling. At this time, the father said with concern: "Son, are you all right?" It is very cold today. Try to hide behind me. " . So it won't be too cold. "At this time, I feel my father's back is straight. It turned out that I was blocking the wind. Suddenly my heart warmed up, as if all the cold was swept away, all smiles. " Ah, ah, ah "There was a cough in my ear." Dad, are you okay? "I asked eagerly," ah, ah, nothing, nothing, just a little cold. "
I looked up and saw only the dust around me scribbling on my father's hair. My tired father seemed to be much older at this time. Until I got home, my father's back never bent down. When I got home, my mother told me that my father caught a cold when he took me to school this morning, but he insisted on picking me up. My eyes are soaked through.
After that, my father had a high fever for several days. I feel sorry that the whole person is much weaker.
Looking at my father's aging body, I can't help feeling sorry.
This is fatherly love. Motherly love is not only great in the world, but also great in fatherly love. It's just that fatherly love is deeper and harder to find.
My father is a very ordinary person, just like the father of everyone in the world; Ordinary life, ordinary feelings, ordinary life. He didn't do anything earth-shattering, but he used his short life to interpret the true emperor who loved his father like a mountain and his father like the sea.
Some people say that my father is like a camel with a heavy load. He was hungry and cold all the way, suffering from wind and sand. After going through a lot of hardships to reach the oasis, I left without even drinking saliva. My father never asks for anything in return, and my dead father doesn't want me to make up for it, because no matter what I did wrong, he will unconditionally choose to forgive him, because nothing is more important than loving me in his heart. When my father left me,
Although my father has left me, no matter how far away from me or how far away from me, that eternal fatherly love will accompany me all my life. Gorky said; Fatherly love is a masterpiece that shocks the soul. After reading it, you can understand life. The father who loved me and gave me blood and bones, the father who often let me sleep with blues music, the father who carried me to the hospital when I was sick, the father who held my hand and accompanied me through my childhood, the father who worked hard all his life but was silent, and the father who never gave me any support and feedback. I hope there will be a miracle and I will wait for him to wake up.
I sincerely thank him for giving birth to me. Thank him for bringing me love and warmth, for letting me know the truth of being a man, and for everything he has given me in the past seventeen years.
If my father were in heaven, I would write down all my thoughts, memories and thanks to him over the years. I think he will definitely receive them, because he will build a ladder to heaven for me, and there will be blue music carrying thoughts and love.
Dad, can you hear my call in heaven, dad! ! !
Father's love is deep, low-key, broad and unspeakable. At the same time, father's love is also revealed in small things.
It was really cold that winter. The sky is gray, and it seems like a bleak landscape painting. The wind came head-on, poking people's bare faces like needles. It hurts like hell. Children and adults put their hands in their sleeves for fear that the cold wind will attack them.
That day, we still lined up and walked out of school wrapped in thick cotton-padded jackets. Seeing my father waiting for me at the old place, I hurried over (it was painful to run when the cold wind came). "Dad, you are early today." I gasped and said, "Yes," and my father said with a smile.
My father started with a battery car. "Hoo-"The north wind came at my father and me like a roaring lion. I tried to bend down and hide behind my father, with two gloves in my pockets, curled up and trembling. At this time, the father said with concern: "Son, are you all right?" It is very cold today. Try to hide behind me. " . So it won't be too cold. "At this time, I feel my father's back is straight. It turned out that I was blocking the wind. Suddenly my heart warmed up, as if all the cold was swept away, all smiles. " Ah, ah, ah "There was a cough in my ear." Dad, are you okay? "I asked eagerly," ah, ah, nothing, nothing, just a little cold. "
I looked up and saw only the dust around me scribbling on my father's hair. My tired father seemed to be much older at this time. Until I got home, my father's back never bent down. When I got home, my mother told me that my father caught a cold when he took me to school this morning, but he insisted on picking me up. My eyes are soaked through.
After that, my father had a high fever for several days. I feel sorry that the whole person is much weaker.
Looking at my father's aging body, I can't help feeling sorry.
This is fatherly love. Motherly love is not only great in the world, but also great in fatherly love. It's just that fatherly love is deeper and harder to find.
Writing on the topic of fatherly love 8. Fatherly love is like a raging river that never stops; Father's love is like that candle. He sacrificed himself, but left the light on earth. Dad, I love you!
Because I like my parents very much, my parents love me very much, so I became their good girl.
I am a middle school student now, and I can do everything by myself, but they always say, "You are still young, not yet!" " "Their words are so kind and amiable. In my first winter in middle school, I felt a deep fatherly love. My father's love makes me feel warm, and love melts in my heart like fire.
I didn't take a shower that night. When my mother finished washing, my mother said that the water heater was flat. What should I do? My father thought my mother was joking, and then he gave it a try. Sure enough, my father took the kettle to the kitchen. I started playing games. After more than ten minutes, my father came over with a kettle. Father also said kindly, "Go and get the bucket. I have boiled the water. You can take a bath." I froze, dad, you know? What you did surprised me.
I couldn't help crying when I took water to take a shower. I took a bath this time, so happy. It is precisely because of the cold weather that my bed is still padded with bamboo mats. After taking a shower, I went back to my room. When I opened the door, I once saw endless fatherly love. When I was taking a bath in Tibet, my father removed everything I probably took from my bed, brought me everything I needed, and helped me clean the bed. At this moment, I couldn't help crying. I slept soundly, soundly, and had a good dream, so sweet.
I am the crystallization of my parents, and my father is my protector. I want to be by my father's side forever, be his good daughter, enjoy their love forever, and give them my love at the same time.
Dad's love shines on us like a fiery red sun, and dad's love is like the water of the Yangtze River, which never stops.
Every kind greeting, every touching picture, has the shadow of my father, and my father's love will never be forgotten. ...
In the middle of the night, I suddenly had a high fever. Father is busy at home, so he wants to reduce my fever and change my wet towel. I didn't see my high fever go away. "hello? When will my taxi arrive? " After a while, my father looked gloomy and everything seemed calm. You can even hear the sound of needles falling. After a while, my father's brow squeezed into a word "Sichuan".
It is raining cats and dogs outside. I have a fever of 40 degrees at this time. Without saying anything, my father desperately picked me up and walked step by step to the hospital with an umbrella. Finally, I came to the hospital. The emergency doctor asked me to take antipyretics first. After half an hour, I felt my headache relieved. Then the doctor gave me an injection, and I finally retreated to 37 degrees. At this point, it is already midnight. But the heavy rain outside seems to have never stopped. Dad held up an umbrella and carried me on his back, walking on his way home. Suddenly, I found this umbrella leaning towards me. I immediately said, "Dad, this umbrella is crooked." Dad smiled kindly and said, "No!" I said anxiously, "It's obviously on my side." Dad looked up and saw that it was half a sapphire blue umbrella and half a gray sky. Dad said, "honey, you didn't get wet!" " "I said," I'm not wet at all. "I'll see if dad likes me. If you say he looks like me, it's all wet. When I got home, I immediately brought a towel to my father. Then, I closed the door of the room, and tears fell silently like broken beads. ...
Father's love is like a supporting hand in the mud; A guide arrow like a fork; Like a red-hot stove in winter; Like a big umbrella in the heavy rain; I will never forget this night. My father loves me like a mountain!
Writing on Father's Love 10 In our life, joys and sorrows are staged every day. Sometimes they make me cheer happily, sometimes they make me frown angrily and sometimes they make me cry.
One day, after lunch, I suddenly felt chest pain. I want to endure and get through it, but the pain is getting stronger and stronger. It's like a knife stabbing my heart. I finally couldn't help the pain, and tears fell down. I frowned, clutching my chest and crying silently. I told the teacher immediately after my deskmate found out. The teacher immediately called my father and asked him to pick me up in the classroom.
Although my father was very busy at that time, he immediately put down his work and ran to my class after learning that I was not feeling well. At the sight of my father, I cried even more, perhaps in pain, perhaps to make him nervous about me. Dad came up to me, leaned down and asked me kindly, "What's the matter? Does your chest still hurt? Does it matter? " At that time, I was speechless with pain and just nodded slightly. My father carefully helped me down from my seat and whispered, "Can I still walk?" ? Let me help you to the guidance office to have a rest! "After listening to my father's words, my heart is very warm, like a warm baby, and I feel a warm current flowing all over my body. At this moment, tears can't stop flowing down, and I can't tell whether it is painful tears or moved tears.
Perhaps, for dad, this is just a very common thing. Because it seems natural for parents to love their children. But for me, it's so touching. My father's concern and love for me moved me!
The composition on the topic of fatherly love 1 1 is in the middle of winter. I dug a small pit in a clearing in the yard and put a corn kernel in it. Just as I was burying the soil, my father came from behind and said, "It's winter, so it won't sprout after planting." You might as well wait until spring. " Stubborn, not listening to his father. I covered the seeds with soil and stomped on them.
Why should I be like them? Can seeds only be sown in spring? I just want to plant a seed in a quiet place. Who said that planting a seed must sprout? I'm just thinking: that once prosperous land must be as lonely as I am now, right? I just want to plant a seed to accompany this land. Isn't that great?
When an opportunity is given, people always look forward to it. In their eyes, as long as they pay a little, they have to be rewarded. They value the joy of harvesting and ignore the excitement of sowing.
The earth needs a seed of its own, because it is lonely. I know the earth, because I am also lonely.
I turned back to the house and found my father still standing in front of the seed. It is very unpleasant to think that what I just did was really wrong and deeply hurt my father.
After a few days, I forgot about it.
In spring, my father said to me anxiously, "Do you remember the seeds you planted before? It has sprouted now. Go and have a look! . "I looked at my father blankly, and my father had to lead me to the yard. In the yard, I found a fragile seedling standing upright under the tree.
At this moment, I understand what love is.
At this moment, I understand what is not lonely.
It's just that my father doesn't understand that I dug up this seed from a cooked corn.
I dry the tears on my face and prepare to work hard, because there are so many people accompanying me and looking forward to me, and I can't let them down!
Writing on the topic of fatherly love 12 may be that I am used to asking for things, and I really made a fool of myself this time.
Today, the teacher assigned us a special homework. I came home today and said "I love you" to my favorite relatives. My parents usually only pay for us and never ask for anything in return. Hearing this news, I feel really forced.
After school, I thought about how to say "I love you" on my way home. When I got home, I saw my mother go to my grandmother's house. It seems that I can only tell my father. Looking at my father like that, I always find it difficult to speak. I have come up with more than a dozen results, so I got up the courage to go into my father's room. As soon as I stepped in the door, I retired. I was in a panic. I don't know how to say this. I thought to myself: Isn't it just three words? One second is like Zhang Fei eating tofu-a piece of cake. Crustily walked into the room and said calmly, "Dad, I … I … you". I listened, very uncomfortable, I paused, thought for a while, and then said again: "Dad, I love you"! Hearing this, dad rolled his eyes and said cunningly, "Do you have any requirements?" ! I still want to buy something. "I shouted," what, no, what makes you think that? Dad snorted and said, "I don't know your Playboy. Your little tricks are long out of date. "
"what"? That touching and warm scene obviously didn't happen. Looking at dad's "exploring" eyes, I think it's better to explain! Otherwise it will really become a "joke"!
Looking at the traffic and bright lights in the street, I suddenly felt the helplessness and desolation of the world. When I heard a rebellious and irregular sentence and a complaining and uneasy sentence, I found the sadness and sorrow of society. But I didn't cry, because tears will only cover the present. I have him in my strength, my happiness and my life, a man with sadness, happiness and honor on his shoulders-my father.
Father loves mountains, the sea and the clouds. Father's love is not so delicate, but it is firm. Whenever I flinch, he always gives me strong reasons and strength. I fell, wake me up. Failure encouraged me to work hard and tears reminded me not to cry. In my world, my father is always a bright lamp, a lamp that shines forever; Father will always be the sun, the sun who will always sprinkle light all over the earth; Father will always be a beacon, a beacon of love and light.
However, he is old. My face is covered with wrinkles, my hands are rough, and my walking speed is no longer urgent. When I was a child, he could carry me upstairs, but now he can't. Climbing the stairs will make him tired and panting, but he still insists on picking me up day after day after school. When I was a child, he could take me back to my room to sleep, but now I can't. Becoming too heavy when he grows up will consume his physical strength. When I was a child, he was handsome and had black hair. Now everything has changed. His back is not so straight anymore, and his black hair is turning white ... Yes, he is getting old. Yes, I have grown up.
No matter how the times change, how unhappy the years are, no matter how white-haired Shuang Shuang is, I still love him. Love his frank smile, his warm hands, his powerful eyes, his brave words and his thoughtfulness. No matter how the time passes, no matter how the sun and the moon alternate, no matter what the wind and rain, I will always love him. I think you are also deeply in love with the love of my life-my father.
I cried, remembering the past bit by bit. I cried, and now I think of my father bit by bit. I cried when I was typing on the keyboard. I cried and now I look at the words that love him.
One afternoon, there was a sudden gust of wind, trees danced wildly in the wind, branches were torn apart, and yellow leaves were swept into the air and disappeared without a trace. It is going to rain heavily. A stronger wind blew, and I shivered. Look at my arm, because I have goose bumps. But I don't have long sleeves. I'm sure I will catch a cold. Father-in-law Lei shouted. In the sky, it sounds like thousands of drums, thunder and lightning, dazzling. I was so cold that I held my arms and stared out of the window. The rain falling from the eaves weaves a wide water curtain. I gave up hope and came to my senses.
I don't know how long it took, but I glanced out of the window again and a familiar figure caught my eye. It's the father! I was pleasantly surprised: Dad gave me clothes! The teacher asked me to come out, and my father handed me the clothes and urged me to put them on quickly. I put on long-sleeved clothes and warmed up immediately, and then I found that my father was still wearing that shirt. On such a cold day, dad only wears so little. He won't freeze, will he? I thought to myself, but I didn't say it. Father's yellow face has turned gray, his lips are purple, and his sparse hair and clothes are soaked.
Father said, "Please put on more clothes, don't freeze, study hard at school, don't play …" I was silent all the time, and my heart was warm and stinging. I touched my father's hand, and he shrank back, as if afraid of being burned, but that cold hand had knocked over the five-flavor bottle in my heart. My father saw my strangeness and said with a smile, "I left in a hurry and wore a little less, but it's okay." I am in good health. " It's such a long way and such a heavy rain, my father sent me clothes, but he didn't care.
"I'm leaving, you go in!" Father said, turned and went downstairs. I stared at my father's back, tired shoulders, no longer straight waist, and my heart trembled. He has done so much for me, but he never asks me for anything in return.
I walked into the classroom with tears in my eyes.
I haven't spoken to my father for two days.
Just for a little thing.
I don't understand why the relationship with my parents is getting colder and colder as I get older. Just as we are only with them for money, we don't have to tell them anything else.
I have never said anything like "I love you" to them. Too vulgar!
I walked casually on the bridge. The sunset is beautiful and Leng Yan is very sad. Suddenly I remembered that my father had picked me up from kindergarten. There is a steep bridge to cross. Sitting in the back seat of the car and eating the sweet potatoes my father bought, I always make my father bend down and push the car hard. Every time I watch my father panting, I will sit in the back seat of the car and shout, "Come on, Dad!" " ! Dad, come on! "
At that time, my relationship with my father was a mess.
Now, our relationship is like a concrete wall. ...
The sunset is beautiful, and Leng Yan is sad.
"Dad, come on! Dad, come on! " I turned my head and found a little girl sitting in the back seat of her father's car, shouting loudly. Father pedaled hard, panting, but with a look of relief and pride on his face.
I stayed there after seeing this photo. My parents raised me, but what did I give them? Cold face or cold heart!
I rushed home. Dad was reading a newspaper in the dim light, and his bloated back reminded me of his father in Zhu Ziqing's back.
"Dad, I love you!" I said loudly.
I know it's tacky, but I like it.
Dad turned around in surprise. I suddenly found that there seems to be a tear in the corner of my father's eye. ...