A brief introduction to the 600-word model essay on father's love story (the first one)? Dear teachers and students:
? Dad, I want to tell you that I understand that you came back late from work because you were busy with your work and also to make money. So, I can go to school. Although usually very busy, but strict with me, not sloppy.
? I remember once, I finished my homework and got ready for bed. And dad came back. Father was so sweaty that he didn't even drink a mouthful of water. He asked me to hand over my homework to him for inspection. After a while, I saw my father frowning. I think I must be mistaken. After that, my father kept a straight face. He said angrily, "Your homework lacks detailed description, so it is not specific and vivid. People don't have that kind of picture, that kind of artistic conception, and your handwriting is not neat. Take it and write it again! " At this time, I am inevitably disappointed, but I have to rewrite it. After that, I showed my composition to my father. After reading it, my father nodded reluctantly and said, "All right!"
? You come back to play games with me from time to time. In the evening, I snuggled in my father's arms, listened to his stories and chatted with me, and then I told my mother interesting things at school. I lay in bed and watched the moonlight float into the room. In his story, I look forward to a perfect future. In this way, I entered my dream land sweetly.
? Dad, I want to tell you that if you come back early, you can tell me a vivid story. If you come back early, you can check my homework and let me learn more knowledge. If you come back earlier, there will be more laughter in our family!
A 600-word model essay on father's love story (Part II)? Dear teachers and students:
? Hello everyone!
? Fatherly love is always lighter than maternal love, which is hard to find. As far as I can remember, my father is busy with work every day. I have lived in school since primary school and seldom go home. I only see my parents once a week. My dad can only see me on Friday and Saturday nights, and there are few other times. Maybe it's because we don't meet much, so we usually have nothing to say with dad. But since I was in junior high school, my father can rest every month and often take me and my mother out to play. Gradually, I feel that my father has become better than before, especially the recent incident that touched me the most.
? One night last week, I suddenly had a stomachache and vomited. I thought if I ate too much, I would be fine if I threw up. I don't know that my stomachache has not been relieved, but has worsened. I'm not feeling well and my parents are not around. Nobody asked me to be caring and attentive, and nobody took me to see a doctor in the middle of the night. I can't stop thinking about this problem, and my tears keep flowing downwards. A person hiding in the bathroom crying, this is how I hope my parents can accompany me. It's almost time to get up. I borrowed my mobile phone from my life teacher. The first thing I did was to call my father.
? The phone was connected, and when I heard my parents' worried voice, my tears came down again. My father comforted me and said that he would drive to see me at once. It takes an hour to drive from home to Meishan at the earliest, and my father will go to work at eight o'clock. During the morning self-study, my parents came over and took me out to see a doctor after asking for leave from Mr. Wang. Although in this process, my father kept saying that he told me to wear more clothes and drink less cold water. In normal times, I would be impatient, but at this time, these words sound very warm to me and make me feel good to have my parents around.
? I used to be a child who didn't understand my parents' good intentions, but I just thought they were annoying. But now that I think about it, my parents were the ones who worried about me the most when I was sick. I didn't understand my father before, and I didn't understand why he asked me to study so harshly. Now I understand, which father doesn't want his children to have a good job and a better life in the future?
? Father's love is like a cup of tea, you have to taste it slowly, otherwise it will be difficult for you to understand the idiom "Father's love is like a mountain".
? Thank you!
A brief introduction to the 600-word model essay on my father's love story (Part III)? If maternal love is like water, delicate and gentle, then paternal love is like a mountain, firm, deep and implicit.
? It was a cloudy day, and my mood was as gloomy as the weather-I quarreled with my good friend and felt very depressed. I played with a pen in one hand and watched absently with a book in the other. It's getting late. I've finished reading the whole book, and there's nothing wrong with it. I just roll around in bed bored and want to go to bed quickly, saving me a painful choice between friendship and interests. I can't see my fingers outside unconsciously, but I still can't sleep.
? I don't know how long it took, but I suddenly felt very thirsty, almost speechless, with a burning pain in my throat, general weakness and no desire to move. But I have no face to go out for a drink. Going out for a drink will definitely show my dad. Suddenly, the door opened and my father came over with a bowl of water and said softly, "You are thirsty, drink." I'll take the water right away and drink it with my mouth open. The moment I drank it, I suddenly felt my tongue burning and I lost consciousness. I threw the bowl out and spilled water on my father. "true! The water is so hot, how can people drink it! " "Nothing, nothing, there is a lot of water. I'll fill another bowl. "
? After a while, I went to see my father before he came. When I got to the kitchen, my tears could not help flowing out of my eyes-my father took a bowl in one hand and poured water into two bowls until it cooled down. There is a red cherry on his arm, which I just spilled in the bowl. Seeing this, I couldn't help running over and hugging my father tightly.
? Fatherly love is synonymous with the greatest, warmest, most beautiful, most powerful and brightest in the world.
A brief introduction to the 600-word model essay on my father's love story (Part IV)? Dear teachers and students:
? Hello everyone!
? Father is ordinary, but father's love is great. It is like a mountain, silent, deep and unparalleled. This is the wealth of my life.
? My father is taller and fatter, and he looks awkward with a pair of similar glasses on his face. My father is strict with me. As long as I make a little mistake, I will be reprimanded or beaten. Therefore, I always think that my father doesn't love me, and even I sometimes think: Is he my father after all?
? However, one thing changed my opinion of him. It was a hot noon, and my father asked me to read in my room. He turned on the air conditioner in my room. My father stayed with me for a while and then went back to his room. After reading this book, I went to see my father. I never thought of opening the door, and a hot air came to my face. There is no air conditioning in the room. I think my father is really a careless person. Probably heard the noise, and my father stretched himself and sat up.
? "Dad, why didn't you turn on the air conditioner?" I asked in surprise.
? "Oh?" Father said, "I forgot. No wonder it's so hot. "
? Father yawned again and said, "I'm so sleepy!" " "
? At this moment, I remembered my father working all night yesterday, coming home in the morning, cooking and checking my homework. Dad is really too hard!
? My father always educates me severely. It turned out that I misunderstood my father. Now I clearly feel his fiery and deep love. Father bears the double burden of family and society. From my birth to becoming a good student with excellent academic performance, my father spent a lot of effort. My father worked tirelessly, and no matter how much wind and rain he suffered outside, he was silently responsible. Father's love is like a mountain, towering, always standing not far from me and paying attention to me; Father's love is like a cup of coffee. The first sip is always bitter, but the more you drink it, the sweeter it becomes. Fatherly love is like a hard candy sandwich. Although its appearance is harder than stone, its heart is soft and sweet. And I never realized my father's fatigue, never sent a greeting, and didn't realize that years had dyed his sideburns white. Thought of here, my tears flow down like broken beads. ...
? Gorky said: "Father's love is a masterpiece that shocks the soul. After reading him, you can understand the whole life. " Father's love is not good at expressing, never making public, but it is solid and magnificent. Father likes mountains.
? Thank you!
A brief introduction to the 600-word model essay on my father's love story (Chapter 5)? Dear teachers and students:
? Good Morning, everyone!
? The topic of my speech today is "Father loves mountains".
? Father's Day is coming. On this festival, everyone has nothing to say to his father. In the process of our growth, fatherly love is indispensable. We all need father's love and care, and we can't do without his company and support.
? Father's love is introverted, but like a mountain, it gives us dependence and support. When we were young, when we were learning to walk, my father was particularly willing to let go of our hands, but he always followed us and protected us. I grew up on my father's shoulders, and his generous shoulders always give us a lot of security. Unlike maternal love, fatherly love is meticulous care and nagging; Fatherly love is quiet, but it gives us a full sense of security. Who can say that dad doesn't love us as much as mom?
? Because my father gave us a special sense of security, we dare to do what we want, so we dare to break in and fight, not afraid of getting hurt. Because we know that my father will protect us behind our backs and won't hurt us too much. Because dad is here, we can run without worrying about falling and getting hurt; Because dad is here, we can grow up freely and are not afraid of taking wrong detours.
? Father's love is to dare to let go and not be afraid of us falling down, because he will protect us from serious injuries. How can I grow up without injury? But dad will also hate to let us get hurt, and dad hates me crying. That was when I first went to kindergarten, and I was not used to it. Mom will throw me into kindergarten, and even if I cry, she won't look back. Once my father sent me to kindergarten, and I was still crying, but my father took me from the teacher and bought me delicious food until I stopped crying and went home.
? The happiest thing when I was a child was that my father came home from work, because he would take me to play and play with me. My father also taught me a lot of life lessons, which taught me to accept setbacks calmly instead of choosing to escape. Let me learn to face up to the experience of failure instead of giving up. Whenever and no matter what I do, my father is always behind me, making me the most solid backing, making me brave and relying on me.
? It is said that maternal love is like water, and father loves mountains. Because maternal love is seen from the dribs and drabs of life, from her meticulous care, like a long stream of water. Father never nags like mother. He gave us a sense of security and let us know that he was always behind us, protecting us.
? Students, let's send a gift to dad on Father's Day to thank him for his love for us!
? My speech is over, thank you!
A brief introduction to the 600-word model essay on my father's love story (Chapter VI)? Dad, you impregnated me with selfless love, and you covered me with great fatherly love.
? Dad is a farmer, and farmers are the most simple. But dad is a strong man in life. Dad is an expert in making money. Dad farmed when he farmed. I am still a craftsman in my spare time. Decorate others. Dad's feet are children's horses. Walking is high and low. But dad is afraid to climb the mountain because of this. How can there be a decoration that does not climb high? Dad supported on one leg. It's hard for a good man to stand on one leg, not to mention a ... father's life is so hard. It's just a bowl of Lamian Noodles that you dare not eat out. I just ask dad occasionally. Dad, why do you always eat this? Dad said I like this. I believed it when I was young. Now I understand, that is love to eat. That's cheap. The money saved can buy clothes for me and my mother. Dad won't buy any clothes himself. Always say yes, yes. My mother and I always persuade him to buy it. Dad said something to wear. Save money to buy us something nice. We looked at our hearts and wept. Dad, you are great.
? I am a child who is not sensible. Let dad buy me everything, everything. Once we went shopping. I saw a remote-controlled plane. I'm not leaving. I want to buy it. I told dad, and dad didn't say anything. Just bought it. Later, I learned that my father had 320 yuan in his pocket. The plane cost 300 yuan. I am cursing myself now. What am I? It's not easy for dad to make money. Dad works twice as much as ordinary people and earns twice as much money as others. Dad, I'm sorry. I don't deserve to be your son. I know now that I was wrong. I bought a dress for my father with my pocket money. I took it back to my father on Father's Day. Dad said with tears in his eyes that it was expensive to buy this. I said you have worked hard. Before, my son was not sensible and obedient. Now my son knows that he is wrong. Think of it as your son making amends. Dad cried, mom cried, and I cried, too. The father cried that his son was sensible.
? Dad, this is a song for you. I am proud of you. You have brought us warmth with your efforts. You have covered me with love. I tell you that you have worked hard.
A brief introduction to the 600-word model essay on my father's love story (Chapter VII)? This morning, the sun shone on my face through the dense leaves. The singing of birds brought me back from my dream to real life. I rubbed my eyes, stretched myself and barely got up.
? I go to the canteen for breakfast with my parents. After breakfast, my father helped my mother wash clothes. I stayed in my room and did my homework. At about ten o'clock, my mother drove to grandma's house to cook. I finished my math homework. My dad suggested, "Why didn't my mom pick us up? We all go to grandma's house by bike. Of course, I agree with both hands. "
? Dad got on the bus, I got on the back seat, and the bike ran quickly. Dad kept pedaling and sweat kept dripping down. I quietly took out my handkerchief and gently wiped the sweat from my father's head. Dad turned his head and smiled at me.
? It suddenly occurred to me that when I was a child, my father rode a bike in front and I cheered for my father in the back. Suddenly, a big uphill appeared before my eyes. My father rode very fast at first, but the car never stopped. ...
? I know what power it is, it is the power of father's love, warm and heavy. ...
A brief introduction to the 600-word model essay on father's love story (Chapter 8)? Every autumn, when migratory birds bravely follow the road in their hearts and fly to the warm wetlands in the south, I always look up at the sky and wonder: have migratory birds in the south forgotten the Woods where they were born and the feathers left in their nests? However, the next spring, it appeared in the branch of calling friends.
? At this time, I thought of gratitude. Isn't the return of migratory birds a gratitude to the forest? Yes, the flower is grateful for the rain and dew, because the rain and dew moistened his growth; The eagle appreciates the sky because it makes him fly; The mountain is grateful to the earth, because it makes him lofty. Because of gratitude, there will be this colorful world, because of gratitude, there will be sincere affection, because of gratitude, we will understand the true meaning of life!
? From the baby's "quack" to feeding us to grow up, the parents' care and love are the most extensive and selfless, and the parents' gratitude for parenting is endless: sucking up the mother's milk and leaving the baby; Grasping my parents' hearts, I took the first step in my life; Sleep in sweet children's songs and thrive in meticulous care. Parents have devoted a lot of effort and sweat to us, weaving many days and nights, so that we can experience the warmth and coldness of life and enjoy the happiness of life in this colorful world. Parents' love is as soft as water, as light as smoke, as deep as the sea and as heavy as a mountain. How much can we appreciate this kindness that is higher than the sky and thicker than the earth? How much did we repay?
? When we pop up leftover cigarette butts in a cool way, when we talk about wasting time in a relaxed tone, when we hang out with friends in a romantic mood, when we surf the Internet proudly in cut class, when we deal with life in a chic manner, what about our parents? He is always rich enough to give us money, always tells us in a relaxed tone that we are not tired from work, always lavishly lets us eat jiaozi, and always tells us in a happy tone that he is happy to have children like us.
? Turning over the scroll of history, there are countless stories of gratitude: in ancient times, there were children who raised their parents away from rice and missed their mother Huaidan Orange ... Now, Tian donated her kidney for her mother and Zou Zunxi went to college with her father. ...
? These stories moved us and made us feel ashamed.
? Friends, be grateful to our parents!
? Parents' life may be ordinary, so ordinary that we can't talk about it in front of others; Parents may be poor all their lives, so poor that we don't want to praise and show off in front of everyone; Parents' life may be ordinary, and ordinary is like a pebble everywhere. But it is such parents who help you up when you fall, teach you to stand and guide you to success step by step.
? Friends, let us remember the kindness of our parents and be grateful for their parenting. Wind and rain life road, let gratitude walk with you and me!
? I remember once, after my mother and I quarreled, I told my father about my mother's mistakes and my incomprehension. My father said something seriously at this moment, which I still remember vividly-even if your mother is wrong, she is still your mother. This sentence finally woke me up! Yes, she gave me the right to live and let us enjoy the happiness and beauty of coming into this world. We should be content, we should be grateful to her and repay her for a lifetime. Besides, when she was a child, she didn't abandon me, but also taught me to speak, dress, educate me and make me happy. By contrast, what is that little nagging? What is a well-meaning criticism?
? Blood is always thicker than water, and love is nothing more than kissing. Maternal love is like a trickle. Although silent, it can nourish the dry heart. It is ordinary, but it breeds amazing greatness in the ordinary! Sometimes, maternal love is a specific medicine that can save the dying soul; Sometimes, maternal love is a beacon in the ocean of life, guiding us out of our own way and following the light. "But an inch of grass, three rays of spring" and how much love, this heavy maternal love, who can weigh, and who can really repay?
? Mother, life comes from you, and you are tireless in the interweaving of wind, frost, rain and snow; happy
? You can't forget driving your daughter to school, and you can't forget the sadness in your eyes when your daughter comes back late.
? I can't forget the worries on your face when your daughter was ill, the unforgettable scenes, the unforgettable scenes.
? Father and daughter. ...
? The third Sunday in June is my father's holiday every year. Let's say sincerely:
? Dad, I love you! Happy Father's Day!
? In summer, you can enjoy the cool, and your love is like a cool breeze, blowing gently around you;
? Autumn teaches me to be mature, and your love is abundant, which makes me see the hope of success in winter.
? Teach me to be strong, your love is the sunshine that gives me confidence and strength!
? Spring, summer, autumn and winter, the traces of the sun and the moon and the rotation of time quietly climb on your face.
? Tough, so that you can not forget the vicissitudes of life, can not forget the scenes you taught.
Father's 600-word model essay is concise (Chapter 9)? Dear teachers and students:
? Hello everyone!
? In the sunset, there are a pair of shadows, one big and one small. The big shadow goes to the sunset with the small shadow. They seem to be connected, so close, the little shadow falters and disappears into the sea step by step.
? Father likes silence, his face is tanned, and his short hair and weather-beaten face make him more stable. Now he has quietly grown a few wrinkles on his face and a little white spots on his head.
? Actually, I'm afraid of him, but I also love him. It is precisely because he is often taciturn that I can't guess his mind. I remember when I was a child, I was very naughty. I often study nothing but play all day. The Chinese teacher criticized me in public in Chinese class. I am too young to understand. I talk back to the teacher in class.
? It broke the teacher's heart. This matter soon spread to my father. To my surprise, my father kept silent and didn't look for me immediately. When I got home without any miracle, my father grabbed me and said helplessly, "We had a hard time. If you don't study hard, do you have to take the old path of your parents again? " Then my big hand covered with cocoons fell on me. I froze, not because of my father's slap, but because of my father's eyes that hate iron to produce. This stunned me and completely woke me up: yes, I can't do this anymore. I want to work hard and be a son that makes my father proud. From that moment on, I had an inexplicable fear and respect for my father.
? As I get older, my father slaps me less and less. However, after I went to middle school, my father seemed abnormal. What impressed me the most was the sentence that moved me so far: "It's cold, put on more clothes!" I felt my father's tenderness for the first time.
? But in every ordinary thing, he makes me feel unreasonable. Usually, my brother and I share housework together. One day, he forgot to wash the dishes. Dad came home to see that the dishes were not washed, and even called me lazy. He severely criticized me: "What did you do at home? Not even a bowl was washed. " I explained aggrieved: "That's my brother's task. Who are you to criticize me? " My father looked at me strangely, as if we had never met. For a long time, he spit out a sentence: "you are your brother, you should learn to undertake tasks;" If you are a man, you should know the responsibility! "After listening to my father's words, I understand that my father wanted to teach me how to take responsibility from this matter. I began to feel guilty. I felt the weight of the word "responsibility" for the first time.
? My father is my big dipper, which points me in the right direction. I grew up under his slap and matured through his example. His figure made me understand what "a father loves a mountain".
? Now, the small shadow has grown up, but the big shadow has slowed down. In the afterglow of the sunset, a father and son were walking. Finally, the son said sincerely, "Thank you, Dad."
A brief introduction to the 600-word model essay on father's love story (article 10)? From the time I began to learn to sing, I knew that there were many songs about my mother, and most children of the same age knew the deep maternal love best. However, I think there is another person in this world who is equally important to my life, and that is my kind father.
? After gradually understanding, I gradually understand that the father's love for his daughter is restrained and deep. Although I don't always talk about love, my father loves me the most. On the road of my growth, looking back, my father's ardent love for me is everywhere. He gave his daughter 100% love, mainly through actions. My father cares about me in life. Once after school, the wind was cold and my father went to pick me up from school. Suddenly, he saw that I didn't wear enough clothes, so he quickly took off his clothes and put them on for me. I was tired and thirsty when I came home from school. Father hurriedly handed me a cup of hot water. I often catch a cold. How many times, my father braved the cold wind to accompany me to the hospital. I have a high fever. He didn't think about tea and rice, couldn't eat well and couldn't sleep well. He told me vivid stories in front of his bed until I recovered. When I was a child, he came back from a business trip and brought me back intellectual toys. After studying, he goes on a business trip and likes to buy me some popular science story books.
? When I was tired of studying, my father played with me, and the Rubik's cube in my hand dazzled me. My father taught me to learn photography and let me use painting composition skills in photography, which greatly improved my photography skills. Whenever my relatives and friends get together, I can "show off" my photography skills and let them praise me. My father pays attention to cultivating me in his studies. Late at night, I was awakened by a cough. I found my father sitting at the desk, looking at his homework carefully because he didn't go to his homework in math, looking for the reasons for his backwardness in learning, and rubbing his red eyes from time to time. How many times, I tried my best to think about the topic, and my father came over and patiently inspired me. My father is happy for every progress I have made in my study. Once, I got the highest score in my math class-100. My father picked me up and turned me around several times. My father is the most generous in buying books. He helps me subscribe to newspapers and children's literature publications, and often buys me new literature books. My father likes poetry reading. He is a good teacher of language arts at home. He likes listening to me read texts and essays and tell stories.
? He is my bosom friend in study. My father taught me to be grateful. He taught me to respect teachers and let me know that teachers are the most selfless people in the world, and I will always remember their kindness. My father also taught me to be a man, to be a person who cares about others, respects the old and loves the young, is kind-hearted, loves the party, the motherland and life. Both father and mother are teachers. They help each other professionally. Last year, they spent half a year busy writing, and each of them published a book for teaching guidance. How many nights, I saw them press the keyboard under the light. Seeing the names of my parents in the new book, I can't help thinking to myself that I want to publish my own book in the future and have readers who love me.
? My father is serious and persistent, willing to endure hardships, very energetic and responsible. But in life, he is completely different, humorous, cheerful and approachable. I have always admired my father's talent and wisdom. I am proud to have such a father, and I gradually understand and cherish his love. I deeply feel that my father is like a mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain. The mountain of father's love will never fall, and will always stand in the daughter's heart.