2. My father gave me an inspiration, a lesson, a love that I couldn't understand for a while but benefited for life. And this kind of love is my father's life's contribution.
3. Father loves mountains and cares for the fire of life; Father's love is like fire, lighting the lamp of hope; Father's love is like a lamp, illuminating the way forward; My father loves me like a road and guides my life.
4. Even if you are a master of Dan Qing, it is difficult to outline the strong backbone of your father. Even if you are a master of literature, it is difficult to portray your father's unyielding spirit. Even if all rivers run into the sea, it is hard to hide a father's love for his children!
My father handed me a cup of tea after supper. Through the glass, the leaves of green tea slowly straighten out in the water, open their leaves, some are hanging in the air, like dancing happily, some are sinking at the bottom of the cup, and the leaves are facing up, as if they are happily accepting sunshine and rain. Fatherly love is like a cup of green tea. It tastes bitter at first, but it will be very fragrant and cool when you slowly experience it!
6. Father's love is a mountain! It will give me strength when I am in trouble, give me direction when I am confused, give me confidence when I am lost, congratulate me when I am successful, and alert my father. It is a towering mountain that supports my life!
7. Father's love is a thorn in the flower branch, and children are attractive roses. With the protection of thorns and the pain and love of thorns, children can be more brilliant and fragrant.
8. How common is the word fatherly love, but how extraordinary is this kind of love.
My father's eyes are so deep. They always push me, but they put up two fences around me to correct my direction. When I did something wrong, my father's eyes collided with the silent thunderbolt, which shocked my heart. My father is so stingy when I do a good deed and wait for praise. His seemingly casual eyes always pull my eyes higher and farther.
10, if I were a flower, fatherly love would be the soil for cultivating this flower; If I were a boat, my father's love would be the rudder to guide me. If I were a kite, my father's love would be to pull my rope.