My eighth grade dad loves writing 1 Chinese books, and he accompanies me every semester, as well as the text "Penguin Dad", which I believe will accompany me all my life.
This passage mainly says: "After the female penguin lays eggs, the male penguin hatches for 64 days. Male penguins risk their lives to hatch eggs in order to be fathers.
"Hundreds of male penguins crowded on the long and narrow Iceland and stood on the ice in the long night and the long cold. There are 64 days when I can't eat, 64 nights when I can't sleep, and 64 cycles of the sun and the moon, in exchange for the moment when the little penguin breaks out of its shell. " The number "64" appeared four times, and the repeated numbers emphasized the hardships of penguin fathers in raising their children and their deep care for their children.
"Antarctic, a pure and pure world, wrapped in silver. The blue sky is somewhat mysterious. " "Pure and clean" and "wrapped in silver" not only describe the charm and whiteness of Antarctica, but also highlight the lack of Antarctic food and the difficulty of penguin father.
These are all in penguins, and we also waste these things around us.
News broadcast: So-and-so's family was too poor to eat, and his father worked day and night, leaving the food to the children, and finally fainted and lived in the hospital. So-and-so's children have been admitted to university (or high school) and have no money to pay tuition. My father worked everywhere, borrowed money and saved money everywhere, and finally got enough tuition. The most unforgettable thing is that in the "5. 12" Wenchuan earthquake, my father nurtured his children with strong arms and propped up a "heaven and earth"!
Fatherly love is great, selfless and unrequited. It is like a mountain, you can rely on it; It is like a trickle, imperceptible; It is like a towering tree, sheltering us from the wind and rain.
Some people say that fatherly love is the universe, because it is vast; Some people say that fatherly love is the sea, because it is deep and wide; Some people say that fatherly love is a lily because it is warm, but I want to say that fatherly love is like a mountain, deep and strict.
My father is a farmer to the core. He has no profound culture and rich income, only a kind heart and a mountain of love for his children. In my impression, my father is more strict. Everyone else was lying in the warm bed, but I was woken up by my father to read early. While others are enjoying the care, I have already started washing socks and cleaning the room. Sometimes, I will stare blankly at the sky outside the window and wonder what my father thinks. I didn't understand until one day.
That year, I just finished school in the fourth grade of primary school. I am very happy to see fifty yuan. I'm thinking about how to spend it. Unfortunately, my dad just walked up to me, saw the money in my hand and asked me where it came from. I said I picked it up I want to spend this fifty dollars. He immediately slapped me, and I looked at my father in panic, unable to say a word, and ran home in tears. I don't know how long it took before my father brought it to me and said, "Today is my fault. I shouldn't have hit you, but have you ever thought about how sad it is for the owner to lose money? Can we take advantage of people's danger? "On the other hand, if you lose money, won't you worry? If you want to spend money in the future. You can ask me for it, but you can't spend money that is not your own. Say that finish, I turned and walked out slowly. I finally understood my father's good intentions. Since then, I have learned a principle of being a man, not that my own money should not be possessed.
As I get older, my father will severely criticize me when I make mistakes at school. My father always tells me to be diligent, patient, careful and pragmatic in my study. Under the guidance of my father, I become more mature day by day.
Now I have deeply realized that my father gave me not only harshness and harshness, but also a mountain of love.
Strictness and harshness are my father's expressions, and my deep fatherly love makes me more mature.
Eighth grade fatherly love composition 3. There is no sunshine. There are no warm days; Without rain and dew, there would be no bumper harvest; Without water, there is no brilliant life; Without parents, there would be no happy us; No ... the world can only be better if it complements each other!
"But how much love the grass has, I got three rays of spring." My parents gave us life and raised us. They are the biggest benefactors in our world, but we often take everything our parents do for us for granted. Have you ever thought about it? No one in this world needs to do anything for you. If you think that, you are all wet. The people who care about you are the people you love the most, not the people you should ask. We should learn to be grateful.
In this vast society, only by helping each other can we go further.
We should thank the doctor. Without their unremitting efforts, we would not have a healthy life. It is they who relieve our pain and give us a better life.
We should thank the police. Without their work day and night, there would be no stable life for us. They removed the shadow from our hearts and gave us peace and happiness.
We should thank teachers. Without their great and selfless dedication, there would be no talents. They are the pillars of the motherland. It is they who reduce illiteracy in our society, and they pass on classic books to us.
We also want to thank those who silently serve us in the background, learn to be grateful, we will find ourselves moved everywhere, and we will find our inner truth, goodness and beauty.
Life begins with gratitude! "The kindness of dripping water is rewarded with a gushing spring" and "Give someone a rose, and the fragrance will burst". Only by learning to be grateful can people help each other and live in harmony, and our social country will be more prosperous!
The eighth grade fatherly love composition 4 is not as warm and touching as maternal love, but it is also touching. Father always does everything for us and protects us silently. Father is not as kind as mother, but he propped up a corner of the sky for us with his broad shoulders. Fatherly love is hidden in the dribs and drabs of life.
My father is a man of few words. Usually when I do something wrong, my mother criticizes me, and my father sits beside me and says nothing. It doesn't seem to matter to him at all. This makes me feel that my father doesn't love me at all.
However, several things happened that changed my view of my father.
I remember once, my mother told me about my childhood. She said that when I was two years old, my father hurt his waist. When I got home from the hospital, my father sat on the bed and watched me play games. Suddenly, I tripped over a toy and my face was about to hit the ground. Father bent down to pull me. As a result, his waist was injured again because of excessive movements, and he had to go back to the hospital for treatment.
Another time, when I came back from self-study last night, my mother didn't make me a snack. I saw my father took an apple out of his pocket and handed it to me, saying, "If you are hungry, take the apple and eat it."
I remember when I was in kindergarten, my father took me to the show, but there were too many people, and the front was already crowded, so I couldn't see it from the back. Dad lifted me high and put me on his shoulder. I watched the performance with satisfaction, but my father was already sweating.
Father's love is reflected in every bit of life. As long as you observe carefully, you will find that my father loves us as much as my mother, but he just doesn't show it.
The Spring Festival is the happiest and most important day for me. Because there is a program "New Year's Eve" in the Spring Festival, which witnessed the "reunion" of our family.
At the dinner table, there are my mother, two sisters, my brother and my father who came home from hard work. We all finished our meal talking and laughing.
After the reunion dinner, we took my father to the room to watch TV, and my mother cleaned up. As soon as I turned on the HDTV, I saw my father's most familiar program on Ya Dan Avenue of Stars. Later, my father gave us a deep bow. "The fake version of the Avenue of Stars began." Do you know what is the most painful thing in life? "Chen said in a provocative tone. Is that people are alive and money is gone. As soon as the voice fell, Xiao Shenyang had an orchid finger in his right hand and a handkerchief in his left hand and said tenderly, "Do you know what is the most painful thing in life? That is, people die and the money is not spent. You mean all the people here, right? Hey! " At the moment, several of us burst into laughter on the bed and sofa.
Then, my father performed cross talk and dance for us ... and finally ended up in a "oh yeah" posture.
Unfortunately, happy times are always so short. After midnight, like Cinderella, I had a dream before midnight and then disappeared. The next day, it is a new year, my father will step into the storm again, and I will start another fortune in my life.
Time flies, time passes. When I grew up and came home from school, I saw a surprise scene: messy clothes were neatly stacked in the closet, the floor at home was spotless, the dishes on the table were rich and delicious, and even more strangely, there was my favorite snake root, which reminded me of my father.
At this time, there was heavy footsteps at the entrance of the building. I rubbed my eyes and saw that it was my father. Our eyes are opposite to each other to convey endless words.
Since then, my life has been like today. My father arranged everything for me early and created a good learning environment for me. Unconsciously, I found that my father's love for me was "meticulous".
I was born in a warm family, and my mother encouraged me with kind words. In other families, my father, who plays a strict role, also plays a kind role in my family.
In the first grade, my father's work was not as busy as it is now, and Chongwen Campus did not move to the suburbs. Every morning when my father walks me to the school gate, I never forget to say, "You are great!" " When I got off the bus. Because I am shy, I seldom respond "I can do it." Dad watched me enter the school gate, the playground and the teaching building until I couldn't see it …
When I was in the third grade, I moved to the current Chongwen Street campus with my children. My father's work was getting busier and busier, and he couldn't pick me up. Someone asked me to take a 600-yuan car with few people but a monthly rent, saying that the driver would take good care of everyone. I have protested many times, and I feel a little distressed. Why can I take a bus at 100 yuan every month, but I have to spend 600 yuan on such an expensive shared car? To be exact, it's enough to take a taxi. Dad talked to me: "Yu Zhuo, dad is for your own good!" It's very economical to take the bus, but the bus is too crowded and I'm worried that you will be bullied. Can your procrastination catch the bus? I won't go for you again! This car is different. Besides the driver's daughter and Miss Li, only you and Wang Siting will take the shared car. No one, the driver will definitely wait and have his own seat in the car. "
After that, I sat safely on the bus to school.
That day, after I went downstairs, I met my father who was a hot bus. The bus didn't come, so I got on my father's car and was taken to the gate of the community by my father, waiting for the driver. When winter came, my father turned on the heater in my seat to keep warm. Comfortable feeling has been soaring, my body is hot, my heart is warm …
Eighth grade fatherly love composition 7 maternal love is meticulous and fatherly love is rough. A mother's love is like a colorful shell on the seashore, and the texture on the shell is so clear, beautiful and meticulous; Father's love is like the surging waves in the sea. Only when you are aroused can you read deeply and widely. My father is a very serious man. I can't see his smile at ordinary times. Every day after work, he either buries himself in reading or watches TV. He seldom talks to me, which makes me feel that there is a thin gap between our father and daughter, but I love my father. Whenever I see my classmates' fathers taking care of them, my heart is full of envy and loss. When I talk to my mother, she always shakes her head and says, "It's not that your father doesn't care about you, it's that you don't feel." One day, my mother will go back to her hometown to visit her grandmother for two days.
After seeing my mother off, I felt empty, leaving only my father and me at home. Dinner was cooked by dad, and it was not delicious. I took a few bites casually, and then I rested in my room. It is still early. I can't sleep. Turn off the light and think about something quietly. After a long time, when I fell asleep in a daze, there was a gentle tread of slippers from far and near outside the door. I suddenly opened my eyes and a tall figure reflected on the door of my room. Yo, it's dad. I quickly closed my eyes again. Dad gently pushed open the door and came in. Seeing that there was no quilt around me, he sighed lightly and said, "This child …" Then he tucked me in, tidied up my unkempt hair, closed the door and went out. As soon as my eyes were hot, two lines of tears had unconsciously flowed to the deepest part of my heart. It turns out that my father loves me and cares about me inadvertently. It's family It's that great family! Blood is thicker than water! Dad, please let the affectionate voice say: Dad! I love you!
Some people say that father is a mountain, bearing the life of a family; Some people say that the father is the sea, raising his wife and children; I said, dad is an umbrella for me.
Since I was born, my father has devoted all his love to me. He is tireless, running around day and night, thinking of me all the time.
During the Spring Festival that year, my father and I went to buy clothes. The salespeople in the market are waiting for customers. We went to several clothing stores in succession, and finally I took a fancy to a dress I liked. I touched it and tried it again. It fits perfectly. When I looked at the price again, I was suddenly surprised: 150, it's too expensive, so forget it. I hung up my clothes gently, looked at my father again and said, "Dad, I don't like it. Let's go around again. Maybe there is something better. " Dad patted me and smiled and said, "Silly boy, if you like it, you will get it.". Isn't it more than 100 yuan? Nothing, "he took off his clothes from the hook and motioned for me to put them on. "Good-looking, I'll take it." He quickly reached into his pocket, took out some crumpled money and handed it to the waiter.
Out of the shop, I walked a long way arm in arm with my father, and I didn't hear him talk about buying clothes. "Dad, didn't you say you bought a dress today?" Let's go and have a look. Dad replied: "forget it, buy it next time." This one on me is quite good. " I refused. My father and I finally went into a shop to buy clothes for the elderly. With my help, he tried on one, which was quite good. I advised him to buy it before 30 yuan. He paused for a moment and said, "Son, I'd better buy this dress next time." He said and pushed me out. "Let's go. Let's go to eat KFC ... "We walked towards the KFC store in tandem. Looking at my father's back, my tears soon came down ... I flew forward to catch up with my father and hugged him tightly. Two fiery hearts melted everything.
Eighth grade father loves composition 9. Fatherly love is also delicate. That time, my father sent me to school. My father is driving and I am sitting next to him. Sunny days mean little to my father and son. The fidgety music in the car hit the eardrum but didn't reach the brain. Every time, it's always like this. Always start with this boring music and end with this boring music. This seems to have become a habit.
I'm fiddling with napkins. Unexpectedly, my father called me: "son!" " "I looked up doubtfully and answered," What? " Father smiled and said, "Nothing." I was surprised to do my own thing again. After a while, I threw a napkin, but my father called me, "son." I don't understand: "Dad, what's wrong with you?" Father said, "Nothing. "I'm a little impatient. When I got to school, I got off the bus, slammed the door and left with my bag.
Looking back, my father was staring at me with concern. I quickly turned around and left his sight. That night, I was lying in bed thinking about it. There are always some mood swings in my heart. Looking back now, it seems that this kind of thing has happened before, and I never cared. Perhaps, this is the way of father. He is not good at words and never talks big, but he will do it as soon as I want.
Looking back now, I really feel that my father's love is so strong. Fatherly love is like a cup of tea. It's nothing at first, but it's full of five flavors in the aftertaste. I feel that I really have no filial piety! Up to now, neither father's birthday nor mother's birthday is clear. Just vaguely remember1February, February! When I think of it, tears seem to be flooding, but I recall my father's words, "Men are not allowed to cry!" " "So, let the tears of love come back to your eyes! Next time, make some repayment on your father's birthday! Otherwise, it would be a waste of father's cultivation. Father's love is different, very delicate, but it has infinite power. Here, I say to you: "I love you too! " "
I live in an ordinary and ordinary family. In this family, my father is kind, strict and amiable, which makes me respect, fear and respect him. However, in this ordinary family, my father and I interpreted this inspiring story.
In my eyes, my father is a die-hard fan. Whether he just got up in the morning or came home from work, the first thing he did was to turn on the TV and find his favorite sports channel, especially during the Olympic Games. I, on the other hand, am an out-and-out movie fan, and I can't get tired of watching my favorite TV. One day at noon, I was watching TV, and the TV was booming. Father rushed into the room, grabbed the remote control in my hand and transferred it to the central five sets. He also said to me in a hurry, "This game is very important to me. I must watch it." I also shouted: "this is the last episode, and it is also very important to me!" " "As he spoke, he grabbed the remote control and changed it. My father flew into a rage and shouted at me, "What's the use of watching that TV play?" Can't learn, can't use. Watch more sports programs and news broadcasts, care about important sports and political events in some countries, and maybe even get these in the exam ... "I sobbed and ran into the room, complaining that my father was too heartless. It's good for me to think about my father afterwards. He has a point.
My father is very strict with me, but he also loves me, cares about me and is very kind. My mother didn't buy me a present for my birthday this year. Father always feels that he can't pass. He called me at work and said, "I have to buy something for my birthday." Come down, I'll buy you a watch. " He took me and bought me a beautiful watch. I like it very much. I really deserve to be my good father.
The eighth grade father loves composition 1 1 A train is driving in the snow. On the wrong track in the snowstorm, all the people in the car died on the spot, only the baby in the car survived.
The train derailed, please take care to protect yourself. When the in-vehicle broadcast rings in an emergency, the response time of the whole vehicle is less than 10 second. The father in the car didn't have time to think much, so he opened the window hard and lifted the child out of the window at the last minute. Afterwards, when the teammates of the investigation team rushed to the scene, they saw an unforgettable picture: father was sitting at the front of the train, and he was the first to be hit by a huge impact. After the accident, he was the only one in the car, and it was difficult to tell him apart. But the best thing he kept was his arm stretched out of the window, and the child was crying loudly in the snow under his arm.
The heavy snow drowned everything, and the cries of the father and the child failed to drown the deep love of the inarticulate father for the child. Do or die, he saved the child subconsciously. This subconscious action is the responsibility of a father. On the other hand, reporters are discussing the name of the disaster, which is varied and varied. That's enough, the editor-in-chief slapped the table hard with tears in his eyes: don't argue. The name of this disaster is father.
Look up behind you. Except for your mother, she always expresses her deep love for you. It is your father who is silent and demanding around you. Remember him, he is the first person to stand up in your crisis. Remember him, he is the first hero you have ever seen in your life.
Let this love be passed down forever, without fancy names;
Let this love be called father.
Father's love composition in grade 8 12 Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm as spring even in cold winter. Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure even if they are covered with the dust of years. When it is dark, father's love is a lamp; When tired, father's love is a bay of life water; When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar; When successful, fatherly love is encouragement and vigilance.
I remember when I was a child, I had to take medicine every day because I coughed all the year round. In the evening, I picked up the hot water just cooked and poured it into the cup. The bottom of the pot was broken, and hot water ran down from the pot and onto my little feet. Suddenly, tears welled up in my eyes, and I couldn't help bursting into tears. Father ignored it and just shouted, "Take your medicine yourself!" I am still crying, and my young heart has been hit hard. Thought: Dad doesn't love me anymore. My sister ran into the room and said to her mother, "Mom, my sister's feet were scalded by hot water. Go and have a look! " "Mother woke up from her sleep and hurried out. I looked at my feet and said to my father, "The child's feet are burned, but you are watching TV here as if nothing has happened, and you still ignore it." "My mother gave me medicine bandaged up and put it on. I glanced at my father, and his eyes suddenly turned to TV.
At this moment, I know that my father still loves me, but he loves me in different ways. Anyway, my dad gave us the starting point of love.
There is a saying in the Book of Songs: Father gives birth to me, mother bows to me, caresses me, nurtures me, grows me, nurtures me, cares for me and answers me. Shen Baofeng said: "Father's love is like an umbrella to shelter you from the wind and rain;" Father loves like rain, washing your soul for you; Father's love is like a road, which will accompany you through your life. " Qiong Yao said: "Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, asking for nothing in return; Father's love is an unknown and invisible feeling, which can only be understood by those who are attentive. " "Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, asking for nothing in return; Father's love is an unknown and invisible feeling, which can only be understood by those who are attentive. "
Father's love composition in grade eight 13. Father loves mountains, often deep and strict. Father's love is not as gentle and considerate as mother's love. But strict, profound and subtle. Father's love is often not shown, and we need to experience the happiness brought by father's love from life.
In my heart, my father has always been very strict, strict with me and high expectations, which makes me find it difficult to communicate with my father. Every time I run into him, I go to my father to cry. He always looked at the wound impatiently and said, "It's normal for boys to get hurt." Not comforting me like my mother makes me feel that my father is ruthless and indifferent to me. My father never cares about family affairs. He goes out early and comes back late every day. Sometimes he travels for ten and a half months. At ordinary times, he cares about me except studying. I have a lot of comments about my father. Once on a business trip, he said he would not come back for about half a month. The next day he went out to play with friends, and his foot got stuck in the wheel of his bicycle and broke. Nothing serious. When I get home and get dressed, I'll call my father and tell him about my foot. Father still casually said 1. I was very angry. Doesn't my father care about me at all? I lied about how bad my feet were. After listening to this, my father hurried home overnight. When you came in, you asked me what happened to my foot. When he saw me sitting on the sofa watching TV casually, his expression changed instantly. My father flew into a rage and quarreled with me. He had a rest at home, and then he hurried back after eating.
Although my father had a quarrel, I still felt very happy. I came back from work all night for my father, which changed my view of my father. My father still loves me, but it's hard to express it. Now think about my father's expectations and demands for us, which is his love for us. Sometimes every look and criticism from my father is his love for us. There is a parent in the world who doesn't love his child.
Father's love is as great as mother's love, and we need to experience it with our heart and feel the happiness brought by father's love.
I have a heartless father. Even if I hurt my foot, he is fierce. I don't remember when it started, but there is always a saying in my ear: stand up and don't cry!
That summer, the sun scorched the earth. I was already sweating, and I asked my mother for one yuan to buy popsicles. Unexpectedly, on the way back, I met a speeding motorcycle. I'm too scared to take a step. My father saw it and told me to run, but it was too late. My foot was crushed by the wheel and I lost a lot of blood. And I may have been stunned at that time, or I may have been numb with pain and actually "slept" in my father's arms. Dad took me to the hospital for treatment. Although my leg is not broken, my bone is dislocated. When I woke up, I only found a white bandage on my foot. I was dizzy at that time, and all kinds of fantasies flashed through my mind ... The doctor said it would take two months to get well, otherwise it would leave sequelae. I am very active. I feel uncomfortable if I don't move for a day. How can I endure it for two months?
In the next two months, I seemed to fall into a canyon and spent the whole day in a daze, crying. I thought my family must feel the same way as me. But dad let me learn to walk by myself. I took a step slowly, and it seemed that with each step, the pain stung my heart. "ouch!" I accidentally fell down and my tears fell. I thought to myself: Dad should not let me go now. Unexpectedly, "dry your tears and stand up for me. This pain is nothing. " Although I was very sad, I stood up and walked forward in pain. "Yes, this difficulty is nothing. I Qiu Yuqing is not so easy to be defeated!" I gritted my teeth with tears in my eyes. I'm walking, walking ...
My foot recovered quickly, and after a while, it got better gradually. Only then did I understand: Dad, it's not fierce, it's not heartless, it's the love of mountains and clouds, it's the deep and passionate love.
Seemingly heartless father, I finally understand your affectionate love …
It is often said that father is the ladder of heaven, and father is the cow pulling the cart; It is also said that the father is the spiritual pillar of the family and the safe haven of the whole family.
I have been looking for an action that can represent my father's love-smoking. In the eyes of others, my father is like a soldier standing upright in the wind and rain, and my father is a tall pine tree on the edge of a cliff. In short, my father is a man who can hold his head high. However, in my heart, my father is just an old smoker, a real old smoker. His fingers were browned by smoke, but he still kept smoking a cigarette.
Father loves smoking, as always. I don't know why. No matter at home or outside, he has a strong smell of smoke, which makes me unbearable. This situation really makes me want to cry, but I can't bear to hate it. Is this my father? Is this the so-called "indomitable spirit"? He is so great, what can I say?
My father sent me to school again. When I left, he didn't say anything, didn't even leave a smile, and turned and left. In the face of such a cold father, I can't understand it, let alone accept it. Suddenly I had an idea to spy on him secretly. Just as he came to the corner, he stopped and turned his head. His affectionate eyes seem to be looking for something. Oh, I wanted to see his son again, but I didn't see him. He turned his head again and I was finally found by him. Finally, a faint smile appeared on his face, as crystal clear as dew in the morning, as short and as rare. From his eyes, I finally found the best thing in the world-selfless love.
Since then, this exquisite movement has penetrated into my memory treasure house. What a touching look back!
Finally, I completely understood: I don't lack fatherly love, what I lack is discovery. The smell of smoke is full of fragrance, and then look back affectionately. At the same time, I also understand father's love: father's love is like a mountain, father's love is like the sea, and under his cold appearance, there is a passionate sense of responsibility and sincere love for his son.
Where is Father's Love today? All in a wisp of smoke, all in the moment of turning back.