Father loves like a song.
I am a bird, my father's love is the sky, and I fly under his care. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.
My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.
I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on." I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard. When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance.
Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them." After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth and persuaded me to admit my mistake.
I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.
I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life!
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Remember that day, you told me; A girl of 15 years old was buried in the ruins. The girl's father rescued the girl alone within 1 1 hour. The girl hugged her father tightly after being rescued. The first sentence is: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that father and daughter had quarreled before the earthquake, so ...
After listening to this story, I was shocked, I was moved, and a feeling of gratitude came to me.
Please remember:
When I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I smiled happily in my sleep to thank you.
When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You are very excited. I thank you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.
When I was three years old, you held me, held me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief. I repay you with practice again and again. Finally, I learned to walk.
When I was four years old, I was afraid to take medicine. That time, you hit me because you didn't take medicine, and your handprint was printed on my ass. I cried very sadly. You feel bad and bought me a Transformers. I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time.
When I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten. You sent me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and be United and friendly with the children." I repay you, and I am often praised by the teacher, saying that I am obedient.
When I was seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. You let me go to school by myself, let me study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, but I will review with me. I repay you. When reviewing, I always want to escape and play.
Father loves this mountain, and daughter is the grass of this mountain; Father loves the sea, and daughter is a fish in the sea.
People say, "Motherly love is selfless, and fatherly love is silent." Perhaps many people, like me, deeply appreciate maternal love, but ignore the wordless fatherly love.
Gratitude, a familiar word, is not a hot topic. With a grateful heart, thank the people who are kind to you.
Mom is really great. With a small action, mom can find different things, which is also remembered by mom. Father always gives silently, but he doesn't say how great and magical he is. What I usually see and feel is that my mother cares about you especially, but my father always ignores you, but who knows? Father took this matter to heart.
I read a story about a boy who came home because he sprained his ankle. On the way, some friends saw him off. Just as he was about to walk to the door, his father came out and said he had something to do and wanted to go out. He said to the boy, "Remember to take medicine. I'm going out. " After that, I left. The boy cried that his father was indifferent to him and didn't care about him However, none of them saw it. In that corner, the father's eyes fell on his son and watched him go home. ...
Love is a kind of responsibility, gratitude is a kind of wisdom, human beings will be grateful since ancient times, and gratitude is the traditional virtue of the Chinese nation. You should not forget your kindness, even if it is lighter than that of a feather. What's more, it is such a great feeling of fatherly love and motherly love? The setting sun is like blood, and my father's back stretched by the setting sun looks much older. I haven't found this in twelve seasons. Now when I see this, I cry. I don't know. In the past twelve years, my father has always been busy for me. Even if you are old, you may not be able to change your child into a father.
When I was a child, my parents went through it. So hard, so hard, how can I take care of you alone? If one day, you lose two people who care about you so much, gratitude will surely come to your heart and you will regret not caring about your parents. Therefore, from now on, gratitude is a part of my life, an indispensable topic, and also reminds my parents not to be tired.
Father's love is also selfless! It is also priceless! Because my father's love is not as big as the mountain, but far exceeds all the mountains. ...
Composer: Father loves like a song 600
I am a bird, my father's love is the sky, and I fly under his care. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.
My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.
I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on." I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard. When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance.
Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them." After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth and persuaded me to admit my mistake.
I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.
I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life!
Feeling fatherly love composition
Fatherly love is silent, and fatherly love often interprets the responsibility of fatherly love with his unique silence. The deeper and more subtle the father's love is, you will suddenly find the depth and greatness of the father's love at a certain moment. Fatherly love cannot be described in flowery words. Men's feelings for their children are deep and wide, and they only know how to pay silently. Father's love is like a mountain. The towering mountain soars into the sky, so you can't help but accept it. This is a heroic bearing, which makes you feel mysterious, yearning and even unattainable.
Father's love is like the wind, it comes and goes without a trace, but it often floats in every corner of the family. As long as there is a father in the whole family, you will feel happy and inspired, just like the spring breeze.
Fatherly love is like a cloud, floating lightly in the sky of your life. Whenever and wherever you look up, you can see his pure love like a cloud.
Father's love is like a wall, a gentle and generous wall that you can always rely on with confidence. Only when you leave will you know the importance of that wall.
Father's love is like tea. Only when you taste it slowly can you realize its sweetness and mellow.
Father's love is like light, and what is brewed in father's love is broad brilliance, which will point you in the direction when you are confused.
Father's love is like cloves. Only when the years pass, will you gradually taste the faint fragrance.
Father's love, like drizzle, moistens things quietly, but it holds up a shade for you in the depths of your soul.
Father loves like a pine tree. He used his tall and stout body to shelter you from the wind and rain in stormy weather.
Fatherly love is famous. Only by savoring it carefully can we realize his profoundness and the massiness of life and love.
Maternal love in life is meticulous, within reach, and exudes a strong fragrance. However, the father's love is deeply hidden in his father's stern eyes. Only when the years pass, can you gradually understand the meaning.
It is said that maternal love is great, and sometimes the father's love is even greater than maternal love! With seemingly wordless silence, but actually strong will, he grasped the pulse of life for the children, sheltered from the wind and rain, and held up the rainbow. Father's love is a silent feeling, a silent dock, which gives you the courage to set sail when you are timid.
Fatherly love is always silent. Although fatherly love is not as delicate as maternal love, it is thicker than maternal love. When you carefully experience and feel the silence with a sincere heart, your life will certainly get more warmth and happiness. What is contained in that silence is eager encouragement, hard spur and ardent expectation.
Sometimes, maternal love is trivial, manifested in countless nagging, which is both touching and annoying; However, fatherly love is implicit. Although there are not many words, it can't be ignored. Because there are great differences between men and women in the expression of thoughts and feelings, parents' love for their children is no exception. Although from the appearance, fatherly love is not as warm and hearty as maternal love, he has integrated fatherly love into the rush of family livelihood.
Father's love is great because he knows how to take responsibility and would rather suffer for himself and shelter his family from the wind and rain. Fatherly love is precious because it brings warmth to the family and teaches children the truth of life with silent behavior. Father's love is indispensable because father's love is like a mountain. He is an idol in children's minds and sets an example in establishing a correct outlook on life and values.
If the child is a "small tree", father's love is to provide it with a thriving soil; If the child is a "giant", fatherly love is the shoulder on which he can stand. The depth of fatherly love, the greatness of fatherly love and the greatness of fatherly love, like the mirror of life, always enlighten and teach children.
Father's Day is in a few days. I would like to give this document to the elders in the world and wish them a happy holiday!
When I was eight years old, I got the certificate of "Learning Activist" on June 1st. You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts.
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Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I am fourteen years old and have entered the school gate of middle school. Look at you-a lot of money has climbed on your head.
But your love is still not old, your love is like a colorful halo, covering me. Give me strength and warmth silently.
Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be differences and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you or even like you. However, a father is a father, after all, it is your father.
Let's take a short time to pay tribute to this man named "Dad" and say "thank you" to him. Although sometimes I can't say it to my face, he has been with me, listening to my boasting, listening to my stories and listening to my sadness. ...
You are by my side, watching me grow up and learning to be strong and independent.
Father has always cared about me and protected me. Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father loves like a mountain, and his strength is like a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; Selfless dedication, silent support, strength is like a mountain. ...
Dad, I know, you also have troubles, you also have pressure, and you will be tired. So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad!
Father likes fragrance.
When it comes to love, the first thing that comes to mind is maternal love. Mother's kind smile, caring nagging and careful care always move us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to be ignored. Because unlike maternal love, my father often leaves behind a hard-working back and a serious face. Beneath what we can see on this surface, there is something hidden in the dark, which is easy to be ignored and has a refreshing breath-love.
One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father go for a walk in the park. Birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed to a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "It's a thrush." The father asked again, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "Thrushcross." This is the father asking again: "What is this?" Middle-aged men think it may be that their father is old and his ears are not working well, so there is a saying called "Thrushcross." But endlessly, my father asked the same question again ... so repeatedly, for the first time 10, the middle-aged man got impatient and shouted loudly, "It's a thrush. Don't ask again! " The father is unusually calm and has no intention of being angry with his son at all. He said in a loving tone, "Thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I brought you here. He was very excited because of curiosity and kept asking' what is this?' Twenty-five times, and every time I patiently answered,' It's a thrush. Because I think you are young and curious! "At this time, my son jumped on his father and cried like a child.
In life, we often see the parting pictures of children leaving home to make a living on TV. Mother cries in a low voice, telling one sentence after another, while father always just says "well, it's time to go." So plain, who knows how much pain and love these words contain in this short sentence? He wanted to cry, but he didn't. His love bloomed in silence, smelling only a faint fragrance.
Father loves nothing.
When I was a child, I always thought that there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. My mother can take me anywhere I want to go, buy my favorite food, and help me wipe my tears when I cry ... but I only personally feel that fatherly love is as great as maternal love. ...
When I was a child, my father always ran around in his career and rarely asked me. I used to envy other people's fathers, who could tutor children and give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently.
However, since my first day in junior high school, my father has been more concerned and more strict with me. He bought me a lot of review materials and studied in sync with me. He is both my classmate and my teacher. I help him with his English, and he helps me with my math. We learn from each other and improve each other. My father is like a different person, so he cares about me and loves me. For me, he accompanied me to study late into the night. For me, he waved to the computer; For me, he even withdrew from many parties ... Seeing my father's gray temples, my heart was crying.
In retrospect, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. Blame my father for not spending more time with me, not often helping me with my studies, and … too much, too much! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. It was not that my father didn't love me before, but that he gave me unknown and unobtrusive love. My father told me stories and taught me how to be a man. He loves me. Buy me a lot of toys, he loves me; In order to let me go to school, he rushed to his career and he loved me. When I fell, he encouraged me to stand up and become strong. He loves me ... now think about it, my father has paid too much love for me and this family.
At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking of my father's wrinkles, thinking of my father's white temples, tears could not help but flow down my eyes and wet my pillow again and again.
Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, you are my eternal pride!
I have been calling for a long time, please accept it.