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People often use father's love as a mountain and mother's love as water to express these two kinds of love. Obviously strict father is a loving mother, but when she comes to my house, it's the other way around. Don't worry, I have two things to prove.
When I was in a small class, my mother asked me to go to the breakfast shop downstairs to buy porridge. Look! It's not half past six today! My mother said to me, "Honghong, get up, go downstairs and shop early to buy breakfast." I pouted helplessly, rubbed my eyes, put on my breakfast and went upstairs. I feel weak in my legs and sore in my arms. I accidentally spilled porridge on me. As soon as Grandma Wang saw it, she ran back to get her scald medicine. Wang said, "Your mother really lets so few children cook. If she doesn't wear thick clothes today, she will definitely get burned. " Wang Yue said, the more sad I am. My mother knew, went downstairs and said, "Nothing, we are strong children, and this little injury is nothing!" " "I thought," why doesn't mom care about me so much! "Dad came home from work, picked up my hand and said, look at the hand that burned the child. "Mom said," I just want us to be strong children. I hope she can be a person who tries to overcome difficulties. "
Look! This is my strict mother. My father is different. He is very gentle. Once, when I woke up in the morning, I felt that my head was going to explode and the pain was very urgent. My father saw that I hadn't got up yet and said, "What's the matter?" I said, "My head hurts." Dad brought a thermometer and put it under my arm. Ten minutes have passed. Dad picked it up and looked at it. It's almost forty degrees Dad didn't panic, but gave me antipyretic and let me have a good sleep. When I woke up again, I was still cold. Dad brought me my favorite egg soup. I asked my father, "Will I die?" Dad said, "Of course not. Let me tell you a story. Once upon a time, there was a sick little boy. The doctor said his temperature was 102 degrees. The little boy thought that anyone over 42 degrees would die, and he felt that he was going to die soon. But his father did nothing, and the little boy wondered. Later the doctor said it was Fahrenheit. I listened to my father and went to bed. When I woke up, I found my back was wet. I must have sweated a lot. You see, this is my gentle father.
Actually, I feel very happy I have a strict mother who can get me out of trouble and a gentle father who can encourage me.
Teacher's comment: "People often use father's love as a mountain and mother's love as water to express these two kinds of love. It is obvious that strict father is kind to her mother, but when she comes to my house, the other way around. Don't worry, I have two things to prove. " A strict mother is different from a loving father, which arouses readers' interest in reading. "Look! This is my strict mother. My father is different. He is very gentle. " Connecting the preceding with the following, the transition is natural.
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Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart feel warm in the cold winter.
I remember the winter before last, when I finished learning aerobics, I felt a biting cold wind blowing towards me as soon as I left the gate. "Oh, no, I forgot to bring my scarf." I didn't expect to have a fever of more than 38 degrees at night. My father took my temperature for a while, poured me water for a while, and went out to buy medicine for me for a while ... My father didn't sleep all night, and his face turned yellow and his eyes were red in the morning. It pains me to see him.
Every time I think of "the years built by the wind and the moon are engraved on my father's forehead and feet." ..... "This poem makes me feel the greatness of fatherly love.
The teacher commented that the title of this composition was "Father's Love", which reflected the theme through concrete and vivid events, and quoted poems at the end, which made us feel the deep father's love. If you can give another simple example, your article will be more convincing.
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The mid-term exam is getting closer and closer, and my classmates are desperately reviewing for the exam, which makes me more nervous.
But I dare not slack off, although I am exhausted; I really want to close my eyes for a while, but I dare not, although my eyes are already bloodshot.
I can't hold it any longer, try to lift my eyelids and look out. Within sight, only street lamps stood there alone, giving off a faint light. The air was silent, and it must have been late at night-the confusion of my brain made me unable to tell the difference between innocent day and night, so I studied day and night.
Tired eyes, slow reaction. I decided to take a nap for five minutes. But as soon as my head touched my arm on the table, I fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but in a trance, a pair of calloused big hands gently touched a few locks of hair that covered my eyes, and then gave me a push: "Son, how can you sleep here?" You'll catch cold. "Oh, it turns out that my father comes home from work at this time every day.
"I didn't fall asleep ... I just felt itchy in my eyes ... I closed my eyes a little." In order not to let my father see my bloodshot face, I still kept my head down.
"You are too tired, go to bed early! How can your body stand this? "
"Oh, I went to bed after I finished this topic. Dad, you've been busy all day. Go to bed first! "
Father left helplessly and closed the door gently.
But before long, my door was pushed open again. Father brought a steaming cup of tea: "Have some hot tea and go to bed!" " "
"hmm!" I took the hot tea, looked at the figure of my father turning away and nodded deeply.
At this time, my father's words, which he often talks about, suddenly echoed in my ear: "Daughter, don't worry, my father works hard to earn money, and he will provide you with education anyway."
Holding hot tea in my hand, feeling the temperature of hot air and the fragrance of green tea, chewing the words of my father's concern and comfort, tears could not help but flow down.
The hot tea in the cup is faint and fragrant, but it feels particularly fragrant when it melts in the father's love.
How can I let my father down by drinking this kind of strong tea with father's love?
The teacher commented that the exam was approaching, and the endless practice made my eyes bloodshot. It was my father who woke me up after work in the middle of the night and gave me this cup of hot tea. Coupled with his concise words, I was deeply moved, and my father's favorite strong tea was added, which made me determined to repay my parents with good results.