Great fatherly love and selfless maternal love

Parental love is the guiding light on our way forward. From the time we were born, to our parents raising us up, teaching us to walk, teaching us to speak, telling us various nursery rhymes and stories, teaching us many principles of life, and pointing out the way forward. Every day we grow up, the hard work of our parents is permeated with sweat. The growth of every child is inseparable from the great father's love and selfless maternal love. Only with the great and selfless love of our parents can we grow up carefree and happily. As we grow up, our parents will grow older with the passage of time, but when we are young, we still don’t know how to honor them, and we always act coquettishly and shamelessly in their arms!

From when we are just born to when we grow up and enter the society, every step of the way is inseparable from the watering of our parents with their selfless nectar. Under their care, from babbling to entering school, from elementary school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, from high school to university, to graduation from university and entering the society, we are soaked in the hard work of our parents. Parents are like towering trees, and we are like the young trees, growing up under the shade of our parents. Under the care of our parents' towering trees, we slowly grow from small trees into towering trees!

I am a girl who is loved by my parents. I have been my parents’ little princess since I can remember. My family is not like other children's families. The conditions are not very good. My parents are older and their family is not very wealthy. They live frugally and have delicious food for me to eat. Whatever I need in life, they will try their best to satisfy me no matter how difficult it is. Everything they did was for my sake, and they devoted all their love and efforts to me.

My father is a loyal, honest and kind-hearted man. In his daily life, he never spends a penny carelessly. He saves what he can. He rarely buys new clothes for himself. He always saves delicious food for me to eat. When he and I go shopping, when he comes across clothes that I like, he is never stingy and always buys them for me. I am a very picky eater, and my father always buys me the things I like to eat. This year, my mother is not at home, and she is looking after the children for my second brother. At home, my father cooks, washes clothes and takes care of the housework. My father always picks my favorite food to cook for every meal, but he often eats the leftovers from the old meal. I say, "Dad, throw away the leftovers. You can eat the newly cooked rice." Well! Eating old food is not good for your health!" But he said, "You have to know that our family is not a wealthy family now, so it would be a pity to throw away the leftovers. It's the same for dad who eats leftovers. Dad is in good health! "My father was afraid that my study workload would be too heavy for my health, so he ordered milk for me to drink every day. He also often bought me cakes and my favorite foods, and he cared about me meticulously.

Last semester, on a Sunday, I went to play at a classmate’s house. I was so excited that I forgot to go home. I looked up at the courtyard. It was already dark outside. I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. So, I hurried home for fear that my father would be angry. When I almost got home, I thought my father had already fallen asleep! I opened the door quietly, and the noisy TV sound reached my ears. My father was sitting on the sofa and fell asleep. Hearing my footsteps, he opened his eyes suddenly; "Oh, you're back, haven't you eaten yet?" With that, he put the food on the table. "What have you been doing all night?" I asked. "Clean the house, clean the room."

Clean the house, clean the room? These eight words from my father were extremely plain and pricked my heart like the tip of a needle. Could it be that Dad hasn't had a rest at this late hour? My mother is not here. As a daughter, I only know how to play outside and cannot help my father with housework. I thought to myself: While I was playing carefree, was my dad working hard doing housework? Did Dad make the food cold and then hot, or hot and cold? Have you been waiting for me to come home? Isn’t it…oh my God! My heart tightened and tears of guilt flowed out.

Parental love is the guiding light on our way forward. From the time we were born, to our parents raising us up, teaching us to walk, teaching us to speak, telling us various nursery rhymes and stories, teaching us many principles of life, and pointing out the way forward. Every day we grow up, the hard work of our parents is permeated with sweat. The growth of every child is inseparable from the great father's love and selfless maternal love. Only with the great and selfless love of our parents can we grow up carefree and happily. As we grow up, our parents will grow older with the passage of time, but when we are young, we still don’t know how to honor them, and we always act coquettishly and shamelessly in their arms!

From when we are just born to when we grow up and enter the society, every step of the way is inseparable from the watering of our parents with their selfless nectar. Under their care, from babbling to entering school, from elementary school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, from high school to university, to graduation from university and entering the society, we are all soaked in the hard work of our parents. Parents are like towering trees, and we are like the immature trees that gradually grow up under the shade of our parents. Under the care of our parents' towering trees, we slowly grow from small trees to towering trees!

I am a girl who is loved by my parents. I have been my parents’ little princess since I can remember. My family is not like other children's families. The conditions are not very good.

My parents are older and their family is not very wealthy. They live frugally and have delicious food for me to eat. Whatever I need in life, they will try their best to satisfy me no matter how difficult it is. Everything they did was for me, and they devoted all their love and efforts to me.

My father is a loyal, honest and kind-hearted man. In his daily life, he never spends a penny carelessly. He saves what he can. He rarely buys new clothes for himself. He always saves delicious food for me to eat. When he and I go shopping, when he comes across clothes that I like, he is never stingy and always buys them for me. I am a very picky eater, and my father always buys me the things I like to eat. This year, my mother is not at home, and she is looking after the children for my second brother. At home, my father cooks, washes clothes and takes care of the housework. My father always picks my favorite food to cook for every meal, but he often eats the leftovers of the old meal. I said: "Dad, throw away the leftovers. You can eat the newly cooked rice." Well! Eating old food is not good for your health!" But he said, "You have to know that our family is not a wealthy family now, so it would be a pity to throw away the leftovers. It's the same for dad who eats leftovers. Dad is in good health! "My father was afraid that my study workload would be too heavy for my health, so he ordered milk for me to drink every day. He also often bought me cakes and my favorite foods, and he cared about me meticulously.

Last semester, on a Sunday, I went to play at a classmate’s house. I was so excited that I forgot to go home. I looked up at the courtyard. It was already dark outside. I looked at my watch and saw that it was already past nine o'clock in the evening. So, I hurried home for fear that my father would be angry. When I almost got home, I thought my father had already fallen asleep! I opened the door quietly, and the noisy TV sound reached my ears. My father was sitting on the sofa and fell asleep. Hearing my footsteps, he opened his eyes suddenly; "Oh, you're back, haven't you eaten yet?" With that, he put the food on the table. "What have you been doing all night?" I asked. "Clean the house, clean the room."

Clean the house, clean the room? These eight words from my father were extremely plain and pricked my heart like the tip of a needle. Could it be that Dad hasn't had a rest at this late hour? My mother is not here. As a daughter, I only know how to play outside and cannot help my father with housework. I thought to myself: While I was playing carefree, was my dad working hard doing housework? Did Dad make the food cold and hot, hot and cold again? Have you been waiting for me to come home? Isn’t it…oh my God! My heart tightened and tears of guilt flowed out.

Composition: The same father’s love and mother’s love

Father’s love is like a mountain, often deep and strict; mother’s love is like water, often gentle and delicate. In my heart, my mother is the greatest, because I have my life because of her. If I want to use a scale to measure my parents' love for me, the weight in my heart will always be biased towards my mother.

I am always obedient to my mother, but always rebellious to my father. I don’t know why I always listen patiently when my mother talks to me. But when it comes to my dad, no matter how good he is to me, I always get tired of him and often quarrel with him. I know he does it for my own good. He cares about me because he loves me, and cares about me because he loves me, but I just reject his love thousands of miles away.

No matter how willful I am or how crazy I am, he always has a heart that can tolerate me. I think he is used to it. Whenever he asks me if I am thirsty or hungry or cold. Cold, my anger comes from nowhere.

Father's love<;Mother's love

Just yesterday morning, my mother just woke me up from my dream. I glanced at the watch with hazy eyes and started the morning "blindness" Busy work". I quickly finished getting dressed, and then started washing my face and combing my hair. Combing my hair took me the most time in the morning. If I couldn't comb it well, I had to comb it a second time. I also looked left and right in front of the mirror, and five minutes passed. , my mother started shouting: "Hurry up, Moji." I went back: "Hurry up, is it still called Moji? You all think I'm slow, and you say I'm fast enough to do Moji. It's annoying." Mom said: Look, you have been combing your hair for so long, and you still blame others for your ink stains. This is when my mother and I had a fight.

After a while, the war subsided, and none of us paid attention to the other. I finished eating and was about to leave. My mother said to put on my vest. It was cold today and I got angry. I said I wouldn’t wear it. I don’t know if it’s cold or not. It’s really annoying. This is because my mother’s anger has also come up. We quarreled a few more times, and then my mother left me another sentence: Get out of here! I picked up my schoolbag and left... It's ridiculous to think about it when I get to school. In fact, my mother is doing it for my own good, but I don't understand that she cares about me.

Father's love>;Mother's love

Not long ago, we were having class in the afternoon. I looked outside. It was still sunny in the morning, but suddenly it started to snow heavily. I My classmates and I were about to go to my grandma's house for dinner. We were walking right after school when we suddenly saw one person in particular. I was wiping my eyes. Yes, it was my father, because everyone was walking outside in a hurry. Only He walked in despite the heavy snow. My classmates and I walked to my father. When I saw that my father had brought me cakes baked by my mother, and bought milk and intestines, I was so happy that we didn’t have to go back, so we walked back to the classroom. , we were about to eat, and saw my father bringing the same thing, saying it was for my classmates. I looked at my father’s wet hair, and I felt like I wouldn’t eat it...

These are my parents.

Finally, I just want to say, it’s not that you, Mom and Dad, are lucky, and it’s not that I love you, Mom and Dad, but that “Father’s love = Mother’s love”.

Essay on Father's Love and Mother's Love

The only thing parents are happy about is the little progress in their children's growth; the only thing parents hope for is that their children will succeed when they grow up. So people often say that the greatest thing in the world is the love of parents.

In my mind, my parents will always be my spiritual support. They use "heart" to educate me and use "love" to influence me. Although they are very strict and even a little mean to me, I think it is a kind of silent love. |

Since I was a child, I have had high ambitions and I firmly believe that I have high willpower, but my parents do not agree with my ideas. I think my idea is correct, knowing that there is a generation gap between us. Actually, I was wrong. I would only be immersed in my own joy, afraid to face reality and accept my shortcomings.

My father is a psychiatrist. He likes to reason with me and let me choose and find the truth among the reasons. Let me understand from the bottom of my heart that no matter what happens, we must face it bravely. My mother educated me in a coercive way. I didn't like her way, but I accepted it. The only advantage of her method is that my mother's encouragement has given me encouragement again and again, allowing me to work hard and fight again and again. My parents treated me with both soft and hard tactics. Not only did I surrender to them, but I also admired them greatly.

Everything my parents did was for me. Although, sometimes I succeed. Didn't get parent's table. But in fact, they were smiling secretly, but they just didn't show it and didn't make me proud. When I succeed, they will be proud of me.

Parents hide love in their hearts and then spread it to their children bit by bit. Let it germinate, emit a rich fragrance, and let the fragrance float around people.

The silent love of my parents made me stop brooding and tell myself to be a strong person. I believe that the sun will be bright tomorrow and my growth will be better tomorrow.

Their love may be destined to be ignored, because it is so common and exists every moment. But they still loved me without hesitation and gave me a loving home. Because I am their baby.

He has rough hands, but they are big and warm. He often holds my hand and lets the warmth flow to every corner of my body. He often raised his hands to hit me, but never actually hit me, even once. He often pulls me to tell stories about the past, his face full of memories of the past. He often took me to the amusement park, and I had a lot of fun, but there was a slight smile on his always serious face. He never said "I love you" to me, but I know that he loves me because I am his baby.

She has a kind and gentle face. She always looks at me with her concerned eyes and smiles softly. She likes to touch my head and give some advice and instructions with a faint smile. She likes to look at me, often looking at me as if in a daze for a long time. She likes to smile so happily when taking pictures with me, as bright as a girl. She loved braiding my hair, stroking my hair tenderly, and chuckling. She likes to hug me gently and say "I love/you". She likes to rush over to me when I step into the house, hug me tightly until I can't breathe, and then let me go with a silly smile like a child and say "I'm sorry." Her love filled every corner around me, and she gave me all of her without reservation, because I was her baby.

They all have a heart full of love. When I fell, they never helped me, they just watched me cry miserably. Until I got up alone, she would touch my head, chuckle and say, "You are awesome." The side looked at us with a smile. On the bus, they would refuse anyone who offered their seat to me, saying, "You are old enough to stand." When I was sick, he would take me to the hospital without saying a word, and she would always stay by my bedside for days and nights. Every night, they would carefully pull up the quilt for me without waking me up. They always loved me as much as they could because I was their baby.

I thought, maybe I am a flying fish that can soar into the sky, but cannot live without water, because water is my parents and I am their baby.

But we can't live without the sea, because the sea is our home.