My life is full of sunshine, because I get a lot of cherished love, and what I want to repay most is my father's love as soon as possible.
How can I repay my father who raised me? Is it money, honor, or something else? But I think I want to repay my father's love for me by giving him a small gift on his birthday and taking care of him when he is ill. My father has worked hard for more than twenty years. What are they doing? I hope that when we grow up, we will be promising and become useful talents. Every father has great ambitions for his son and daughter. In their eyes, only knowing how to study hard is their good son and daughter, so what I can do now is to study hard, study hard again and repay my father with our best academic results.
As time went on, I found many white hairs in my father's messy hair and wrinkles on his pale face, so I couldn't wait to repay him and share some responsibilities for my father. I know my father's love for me is more about learning. It's hard to watch my father busy from morning till night every day. I can't do anything for my father, I can only do some small things that I can, because my father was very sensible when he was a child and there were no happy children who grew up in quarrels. At that time, his family was difficult, and he didn't eat at all, which was very economical. Until now, my father is still the same, teaching. I often cook for my father and wait for him to come back. In order to lighten his burden, I decided to help him do housework from today. When I used to eat, my father always left him delicious food, because I always wore a hard and black face for my father. From that moment on, I have been helping my father. Whenever my father comes home from work and is tired. I'll bring him water to cook. In short, I just want to do my filial piety, share some things for my father and let him have a rest.
Dad, I want to tell you that you are the greatest in the world. I know that everything you do is for me to live a better life when I grow up.
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Don't forget the kindness of your parents.
When you sit in a bright classroom and listen to the teacher's lecture, when you sit at the dinner table and eat delicious food, have you ever thought about how much blood and sweat your parents have to pay to grow from a starving baby to you today? Have you ever thought that one day you will hug them back and forth with your own efforts? Our Chinese nation is known as the "state of etiquette", and the first etiquette is to honor parents. There is such a thing that a classmate is spoiled at home. Once, his mother forgot to cook because of illness. He was furious, and her mother was in tears and heartbroken. Students, how sad this mother was at that time! What did you get for your love for your son? Can you imagine that a person can love others even if he doesn't love his mother? What would the world be like without love? Old people live in the street and children are abandoned in the wilderness ... what a terrible thing it would be. People who have achieved something in ancient and modern times do not all have this noble character. Marshal Chen Yi, who made great contributions to the founding of New China, was very busy during his tenure as Foreign Minister, but he was able to take advantage of his overseas trip to visit his elderly mother and wash his trousers for his paralyzed mother. This noble virtue lies in him. He is a noble man. We should learn to honor and love our parents who work day and night from an early age, and extend this virtue to respect all teachers and be a moral person. Think about how many mothers are knitting sweaters for us under the lamp and how many fathers are running for their lives. Let's all care about our parents, honor them and write a love song for their elders!
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The fruit of reward hangs on the tree of giving.
People come to this world not to enjoy, but to return. -Inscription.
If you were asked to give back, would you give back to someone you never knew? Or those who know you but have no affection for you? No, you have to repay people who have worked hard for you, such as your parents.
From the moment we were born, our parents gave us meticulous care. At this moment, they seem to have planted a "seed".
It was your parents who took care of you when you were ill. When it rains, it is my parents who hold an umbrella for me. When we shed tears, it is our parents who are with us and feel sad. This is a fact that every child can understand. However, who has thought about the bitterness behind their parents? Isn't this process just like parents cultivating newly sprouted "seedlings"?
Gradually, when we grow up, we regard our parents as the most important people and love them as much as they love me. There is a very deep affection between parents and children. Parents treat their children well, and children are grateful to their parents. In this way, Vivi's first "Thanksgiving Flower" begins.
Sowing is for fruit. Where is the "fruit"? When you know how to repay kindness and put it into practice, you have already achieved the "rewarding fruit".
The so-called repayment of parents' kindness is not only in economic life, but also in spirit and soul. It is also a kind of happiness for parents to talk about their families and talk to each other, which is not difficult to do.
In fact, for parents, their greatest sense of accomplishment is to have the "small sapling" of "you", so please hang a reward fruit on the tree you give!
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Clouds of fatherly love
Lying on the grass, looking at the clouds in the blue sky edged with silver by sunlight, my memories flew to the boundless night. ......
When I was a child, I was my mother's "darling", my grandparents' "little ancestor" and my teachers and classmates' "three good students", and all this seemed to have nothing to do with my father.
Whenever I am sick, my mother takes good care of me; Sitting in front of the computer late at night, it is my mother who dresses me; When traveling, it was my mother who worried about my safety. Where's my father? Does he love me? Care about me? Does he really care about me? I have asked myself this question more than once.
As long as I can remember, my father has always been serious, like a doctor with a syringe in a hospital. Whenever I happily show my father the certificates and awards, he never praises me, but repeats a topic to teach me: don't be satisfied with the small achievements now, but take a long-term view. I'm disappointed. Dad! How far am I from your expectations? What can I satisfy you?
I remember that summer, when you saw me fall, you stood by and refused to reach out and help me get up. The wound gradually oozed red blood, and my heart was sour. If my mother were here, she would definitely help me up and drive me to the hospital. I don't want to turn around and see your cold eyes again. I gritted my teeth, endured the pain, stood up and pretended as if nothing had happened. I thought: without you, I ... ..
Until that day, the school asked us to listen to> in the amphitheatre, and when we got home, we felt a little ups and downs. I am used to turning on the stereo and sitting quietly on the sofa. I drank a cup of green tea on the coffee table with my right hand, and the fragrance of tea drowned my thoughts. "Well, this tea is really refreshing. My father must have made it." Praise me secretly in my heart.
My father's love for me over the years is warm. Dad will let me eat more when I eat, make me a cup of fragrant tea when I go home, advise me to put on more clothes when the weather turns cold, and let me use warm water when I wash my face ... The original good feelings are completely reflected in carelessness and gestures! It turns out that my father didn't help me learn to be strong when I fell! Thank you, dear dad. Forgive me for not understanding you until I was twelve.
In an instant, I understood everything: Father's love is like a cloud, so transparent and pure without decoration or temperature, floating in the sky of your life forever. ......
1 1 years ago, it was you who brought my little life into this world, and since then there has been a bright little star in the bright starry sky. In the long growing process of 1 1 year, you spent my golden childhood with me. Wherever you go, there are your gentle eyes; No matter what you do, you have words of encouragement. Now I am a fifth-grade pupil. Whenever I look back, I seem to see the growth track of 1 1 years covered with flowers. How many times have you moistened my young heart with the love of spring breeze and rain?
I was a naughty child when I was a child, which caused my mother a lot of trouble. My mother always silently supported all these troubles for me. Even that time, she didn't complain at all. That day, I climbed up the newly-built shed and happened to be met by my mother who came back from shopping. See me climb so high (about two tables are stacked), and call me down at once. I waved to my mother to show that I was fine, but I had a trouble that my center of gravity was unstable and the whole person "flew". Before I passed out, I saw my mother holding me in tears, and then I lost consciousness. In the dim light, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She was calling me to wake up! So, I opened my eyes and found myself in the ward. "Oh, dear! It hurts! " I gave a cry subconsciously. Obviously, my forehead was stitched several times.
Huh? Mother fell asleep in the chair. I was about to bend over to look, but my mother opened her eyes. Scared me, my mother's bright eyes were full of bloodshot, and her black and shiny hair was actually added with a lot of white, making the whole person look thinner. "all right! Finally woke up, hungry? " Until my mother's concern sounded in my ear, my nose was sour with shame and guilt, and tears kept falling like broken beads. Seeing me like this, my mother thought I had something to do and asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Is there anything wrong? " I shook my head, hugged my mother and cried, "Mom, I'm fine, I'm sorry, I'm sorry!" " "At that time, my mother didn't say anything, just smiled and seemed to contain some charm.
Dear mom. Ruthless years have left a mark on your cheek. Now, you are 36 years old. You will never forget the happy childhood you spent with me. We laugh and cry together. But those good days are gone forever, and they will be treasured in my memory treasure chest forever. When one day I open my memory chest again and recall those good times again, I will never forget you-my dear mother, you left my life in the world and you gave me meticulous care. Mom, a daughter who loves you will say to you, "No matter how cruel the years are, our love for each other will never change. I will grow up one day. Maybe when I grow up, I will hold your warm hand again. Maybe it is already a pair of wrinkled hands. Do you remember the past? Your daughter will always love you and like you, and will never change. "
Mom, because of you, because of your kind words, because of your considerate care, because of your encouraging eyes, I thrive today. So I want to say to my dear mother, "thank you, mom!" "
Life rushes in the moonlight, leaving a strange meaning. It is because of your appearance, your care and your company that my destiny is gradually clear and my life path is gradually bright.
Memory burst ...
From the moment I was born, I became a child who was not loved by everyone. Why? Just because I was born with a slightly darker skin and a thinner body. But you, instead of abandoning me, gave me meticulous care and let me grow.
I am five years old when the rings of the years gradually stand out and the river of life begins to flow. Everyone in my family refused to take me out because I was ugly. When I shed tears, you appeared in front of me like an angel and waited for me, gently picked me up and took me to the street. Seeing your sweet smile when you introduced me to my neighbors, I was also loved by everyone because of my sweet mouth. For the first time, I understand that your peers are more important than my life. Otherwise, life will be as meaningless as a walking corpse.
The guide of life, the ever-burning lamp of life, is you, who lit the brightest lamp of life for me.
When life is gradually honed by years, I will naturally have more or less doubts when I am young, but you have patiently answered my questions and become a unique landscape in my life. Every time I don't do well in the exam, I will come back to cry with you. From every failure, you have carefully analyzed the failure for me and made me understand my mistakes. Besides, you have honed my mind. I remember you once said, "a falling star can't dim the whole sky;" A flower withers, and the whole spring can't be wasted. "Your words let me gradually awake and mature. Your words, let me understand, and let me try to have a calm state of mind to watch the flowers bloom in front of the court and the clouds rolling around the world.
Nalan Rong Ruo wrote: "When we met in silence, a hibiscus was holding the autumn rain." I think this is probably your true portrayal. Remember those people in Night Boat? They stood by the river and waited for the homeless to come home at midnight. Their love is as great as yours.
The long river of life is still flowing, and the scissors of years have worn away those troubles. You have always been with me, and in your teaching, I seem to understand the true meaning of life. Those memories as fine as dust are condensed into a planet of love.
Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? On the long road of life, there are still many setbacks and bumps. With your peers, my life has become more extraordinary. You filled the gap in my life and brought the most beautiful time.
I am happy because of you!
Not bad!