How to write an essay on parents’ love with at least two pieces of paper

1. The composition of "Parental Love" (only psychological description) takes about two pieces of paper

One sunny afternoon during the winter vacation, I chewed over and over again the touching and beautiful article "Daughter's College Entrance Examination" . The cover of the book was wet with tears earlier, but I was still immersed in the emotion and reverie of father's love - the psychological activities of a father during his daughter's college entrance examination, which allowed us to see the love of all parents who achieved perfect scores in the test of love. The deep love of a child!

I think the most amazing thing about this article is the self-talk monologue that runs throughout the text. It vividly and delicately describes the scene in which the father imagined his daughter answering questions and what he said to his daughter when the college entrance examination was in progress. Between the lines, the father's deep and meticulous love for his daughter is reflected everywhere.

When I read: "What, you don't understand? There are beads of sweat on the tip of your nose. Don't worry, daughter, look at the question, think about it again, and if it doesn't work, just jump over... "When I read: "I ate very little for breakfast. I tasted it and it seemed that there was too much salt. Is your mouth dry?"; when I read: "Oh, my daughter, I don't have the heart to cook. I'd better stay with you during this time. It would be great if there really was a so-called special power. I could convey to you strength, confidence, and even wisdom..." At this time, my heart seemed to be hit by an ordinary but great force. For a moment - isn't it? In these seemingly random words, you can find the shining shadow of father's love: Wanting to have special powers is such a naive idea! But it expresses the father's nervousness and anxiety at this time. Look! How deep my father is!

In fact, what I appreciate most is that in addition to being "profound", this father also gave this love a poetic pronoun. In the sentence "This is, you only pay attention to the test paper and are only busy answering the questions. You don't know that your parents are also taking the test like you, cheering for you, and blessing you!" In this sentence, the father compares caring for his children to an exam. ! Oh, what a wonderful metaphor!

Isn’t it? You are seriously ill and need to be hospitalized. What will parents do? This is an exam, testing parents’ love for their children! Then, this exam will also start when doing homework, eating, or playing. It can happen anytime and anywhere. But what's amazing is that parents don't even have to attend a day of classes to always get perfect scores in these "tests of love"!

I have read many articles praising my parents, but I have never been so moved as I am now. Perhaps, we have engraved our parents' "examination papers" in our hearts, and encourage ourselves to use personal actions to repay and honor our parents in real exams - and in life and in every detail!

What a wonderful article! What a great father! Feeling it, through it, I have benefited a lot; I have seen the deep love for their children from all the parents who have achieved perfect scores in the test of love, and I know how to be grateful... 2. How to write a composition on parental love

I wrote an essay based on the topic: Father's love. If maternal love is compared to a blooming lily, exuding its charming fragrance in every corner, then father's love is like a jasmine, which is in a certain corner. Silently exhaling its fresh fragrance! We have always only praised the greatness of mother's love, but who knows the implicitness of father's love! The word father's love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.

A jasmine plant may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. This is what father's love is, quietly blooming like jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will definitely accompany you throughout your life.

I am about to enter junior high school, and my schoolwork is quite heavy. I have to wait until on time to complete my homework, and I don’t finish my homework until nine or ten o’clock. My father often complains that I don’t hurry up. I am very used to completing my homework like this. I write and write every time, but it is too late and I am lying on the table.

My father woke me up and criticized me severely: "How can you do this! I don't believe you will still have the energy to listen to the lecture tomorrow. What's the use of not seizing the time to study until night! How much can you tell me? I just didn’t listen!” After saying that, he didn’t sympathize with me at all, and gave me a slap in the face and walked out of my room and slammed the door, making a loud sound.

I immediately turned off the light and lay down on the bed. I felt extremely wronged and thought: "Others don't finish their homework. What's wrong with me? I'm just procrastinating. Is it wrong? Can you blame me?" This slap made me burst into tears like boiling water. I feel that my father is too unkind.

My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him. I often looked at him with hostility. I feel so heartbroken and uncomfortable about this.

I search for those words in my memory every day, and I always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk. The text was as follows: My child, I didn’t mean to hit you, but I’m just too cruel to make steel.

Other people’s children have finished their homework early and are still playing downstairs. How can your body hold up if you study like this every day? Dad hopes that you can study every minute and every second and not let time pass by in a hurry. But you can't just see that little time every night. Love you, father. I saw that there were clear traces of wiped tears on that note, and I was a little shaken in my will.

I wrote a reply; Dad, I didn’t mean to make you angry. What happened in the past was my fault, and it was not good of me to treat you like that. But you have to understand me.

After other people's children take the time to complete their homework, they go out to play, but I can't. I know my father's good intentions.

Son, I burst into tears, and I felt so much regret. I stuffed the letter into my father's pocket.

From this moment on, I finally realized the greatness of father’s love. I really wanted to say to my father: "Dad, I was wrong!" Two letters later, I met my father but I didn't know what to say.

He said to me: "Eat!" I clearly heard me agree, "Yeah!" He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you, you go towards your goal. Pursue, Dad doesn’t ask you to do anything, as long as you think it’s right, just do it! I have deeply felt my father's love and intention for me. Inspired by love, I must work hard to study and "fight" the battle for promotion to high school to repay my father's love. 3. How to write an essay on parents’ love

I wrote an essay based on the topic: Father’s love If maternal love is compared to a blooming lily, exuding its charming fragrance in every corner, Then father's love is a jasmine, which silently exhales its fresh fragrance in a corner! We have always only praised the greatness of mother's love, but who knows the implicitness of father's love! The word father's love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.

My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him. I often looked at him with hostility. I feel so heartbroken and uncomfortable about this.

I wrote a reply; Dad, I didn’t mean to make you angry. What happened in the past was my fault, and it was not good of me to treat you like that. But you have to understand me.

After other people's children take the time to complete their homework, they go out to play, but I can't. I know my father's good intentions.

Son, I burst into tears, and I felt so much regret. I stuffed the letter into my father's pocket.

From this moment on, I finally realized the greatness of father’s love. I really wanted to say to my father: "Dad, I was wrong!" Two letters later, I met my father but I didn't know what to say.

He said to me: "Eat!" I clearly heard me agree, "Yeah!" He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you, you go towards your goal. Pursue, Dad doesn’t ask you to do anything, as long as you think it’s right, just do it! I have deeply felt my father's love and intention for me. Inspired by love, I must study hard and "fight" the battle for promotion to high school to repay my father's love. 4. How to write the essay "Parental Love"

Then mark the wrong places, I still have some work to do. "I thought my mother had some unfinished work tasks, so I went to bed first. But one night I accidentally discovered that my mother was working!

Sometimes I finish my homework, wash my face and go to bed. Go to bed. As for my mother, I thought: This is my mother’s hard work.

Whenever night falls, I still remember that it was a winter night, and my mother took out all my dirty clothes. Then I collected some water in a basin. Mother's love

Everyone has been loved by others. Have you ever noticed when others love you? There are many types of love: love between lovers, The love between teachers and students... is like countless beautiful roses among the flowers, and the reddest and most beautiful one records my mother's love for me.

My mother is already in her thirties. Years old; "Mom, when will you go to bed?" "My mother always said the same old saying; "You go to bed first, and then put the dirty clothes in the basin and wash them. She can neither sing nor dance, so she is clearly helping me wash clothes. But my mother has a pair of dexterous and capable hands. Holding a pencil in his right hand, he looked up and down on the homework book to find mistakes, like a bird looking for food. After getting up in the morning, he asked me to correct them. Whenever the teacher praised me for doing my homework seriously and without mistakes, tears would always well up in my eyes. I would write the correct answer on another piece of paper. As you can imagine, the water must be freezing cold. When I saw this scene, I couldn't help but be moved and asked? She always helps me check my homework after finishing my work late at night 5. Two Kinds of Love from Parents

Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; maternal love is like a continuous drizzle, It gently pats your face and nourishes your heart; maternal love is like a furnace in winter, creating heart-warming sunshine for you in the harsh winter.

I remember when I was young, one winter, the weather was very cold. My father was on a business trip, and my mother had to take care of both the store's business and me.

However, my mother didn’t let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But being disobedient, I sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early hours of the night, I developed a high fever. My mother was frightened. You said that my father was not here, and it was only me and my mother, and we encountered this. What should I do? My mother immediately carried me to the hospital.

It was pitch dark on the road. I was so scared that I called my mother. My mother said: "Lulu, don't be afraid, lie on your mother's back and we will be there."

Arrived at the emergency room of the hospital I went to the room and saw the doctor. The doctor took my temperature and found that the fever was 41 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother: "How did you become a mother? Why did you send your child to me with such a fever? He must be hospitalized." , hurry up and go through the hospitalization procedures!" My mother just said silently: "Yes."

But maternal love can also be harsh, and my mother never relaxes when it comes to my studies. It was in the first semester of fifth grade, and I scored 76 on the English test.

When I handed the paper to my mother uneasily, and when my mother saw the score, she walked to the bedroom alone without saying a word and closed the door with a "squeak" sound. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother crying and said, "Mom, please hit me! Hit me! It's me who is disobedient, and I will study hard in the future."

Mom said with tears in her eyes: "Lulu, Mom won't beat you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead in the future and be a person who contributes to the country, you must be down-to-earth and take one step at a time. Start now and study hard! "Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love.

Mothers protect their children throughout their lives, and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs. Is our mother's love for us something we can ever repay? Just like: "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."

Great maternal love As the saying goes, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the clothes on the body of a wanderer..." Maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God sent you an angel who will always be by your side. Her name is mom.

When I was in the first grade, my father worked out of town and my mother worked as a class teacher in a middle school. She was busy with her work and often came home very late. But her love for me has not diminished at all.

I remember it was a night when "silver beans" fell from the sky. I had a cold and was recuperating at home. My mother was still giving lectures to the students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly developed a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot.

And my mother just dragged her tired body back home. When she saw that I had a high fever, she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There was not a single pedestrian on the street, not a car, only my mother’s thin body. The figure shuttles in the rain. A gust of cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seemed to notice something.

She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, he ran to the hospital as fast as flying.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn’t even take a breath, she held me in her arms to register, give me injections, and give me infusions. I kept crying during the injection, so my mother held my hand, leaned into my ear and whispered to me: "My dear daughter, stop crying, my mother will always be by your side."

At that time, after hearing these words, my body seemed to be filled with power. During the infusion, my mother stayed with me day and night.

When I was hungry, she fed me. When I wanted to sleep, she told me stories. I lost for two days and two nights in one day, so my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights.

My illness has healed and I have gained weight, but my mother’s eyes have become red and have dark circles, and she has also lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

A father's love is like a mountain. My father seems to be a dull person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. In my memory, it seems that he has never hugged me or said a warm word to me. As time went by, I thought my father didn't like me at all. Every time I saw him, I felt a little inexplicable "fear". Perhaps seeing the development of our father-son relationship, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgates of my memory.

My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door and kept walking around. When he learned that mother and son were safe, he was happy I jumped up and quickly bought some candies and melon seeds and gave them to everyone I met. Dad couldn't control his emotions. He walked into the corridor countless times and let his tears of happiness flow.

And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother was working the night shift, and my father took me to play in the newly built stadium. At that time, the lights in the square had not been installed yet, but people came to exercise. But there were so many. As soon as I arrived at the edge of the stadium, I rushed into the sea of ??people like an arrow. My father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear him, fearing that he would restrict my freedom. After I played to my heart's content for a while, I realized that my dad was not with me. I suddenly felt a little scared. I knew that the trouble was serious and I was worried about bad guys. I didn't dare to call dad, so I suppressed the fear and groped back. When I got home, my father hadn't come back yet, and I knew that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sat in a dark corner of the building.

I don’t know how much time passed before I saw my father limping over with his shoes in hand, his face full of anxiety. I thought: This time my grumpy father will definitely beat me hard. .

After my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice: "Don't run so fast when you go out to play again. When adults call you, you must agree immediately. Do you understand?" I nodded. Head, when my father put me down, I discovered that there was a lot of blood on my father's feet. I knew that in order to find me, my father dragged his injured leg for an unknown distance and even bruised his feet.

Now that I think about it and experience it carefully, I realize that my father also loves me deeply, but he just keeps his love deep in his heart. Father's love is like a mountain. My father's love makes me strong and grows with me.

Father's love is like a mountain. I have wanted to write an article for my father for a long time, but I have never started writing it. 6. How to write the composition "Parents' Love" for the sixth unit of fifth grade

I believe that "hoping for a son to become a dragon and a daughter to become a phoenix" is the greatest ardent wish and the everlasting expectation of every parent in the world. Fervent hope. Entering a new year, I have grown up, become a little more mature, and a little more sensible. However, the love of parents remains with us as we grow older, never increasing or decreasing.

I was able to observe them carefully, running around tirelessly day and night and busy day and night: Mother, the black hair in her imagination can now easily pull out a few strands of silver hair. , although it is described as "a few strands", it is so dazzling at this time, so penetrating to the heart. I feel sad, I regret, I regret that I have never observed the "black hair" in the dream so carefully, and I have not completely discovered its changes. Father, after many years of wind, frost, rain, snow and hard work, the comfortable and warm big hand that originally held my little hand has been worn away by the hard work day after day, year after year, and is now full of calluses. I held the familiar but unfamiliar big hand again, and the calluses on my hands made my palms tingle. I thought it was not just my hands that were tingling.

And these seem to be telling stories that have moved me countless times, and they also seem to be performing a life without regrets and demonstrating a kind of responsibility. No regrets, never give up, and persist as always.

I believe that everyone is born with nothing and nothing. However, I seemed to feel very rich when I was just born, because I have a lot of wealth given by my parents - a fortune that can never be finished. Love, this kind of love is as broad and deep as the ocean, enough for me to feel its existence anytime and anywhere. This kind of love is like a tall mountain, majestic and magnificent, enough for me to experience its deep weight and how much hard work it embodies.

Although there are not too many words, there is no lofty philosophy and history, more silence, and eyes full of expectation, hope and peace, but it is like "at this time" Silence is better than sound." That silent support seems ordinary, but it has always encouraged me and given me strength, confidence and courage. It has always shown me that I can never stop moving forward bravely. It has always spurred me to make me this way. Facing the ups and downs, bumps and drifts on the road with such calmness; it has always given to me and filled my life with joy and gratitude.

My parents are the beacon, lighting up my path; my parents are the mountains, allowing me to trek to my heart’s content; my parents are the vast ocean, allowing me to travel with my life; my parents are the sky, allowing me to spread my wings. In the blue sky and white clouds.

There is a sentence that touches me quite a lot: "We are kites, and we want to fly into the blue sky. The power that gives us is the thread that pulls us tightly - the expectations and longings of our parents." Only The farther you go, the higher you fly, and the more exciting your life is, the parents on the other side of the line will feel the greatest satisfaction and relief. 7. How to write a 600-word essay on parents’ love

Many times, parents’ love is like the birds flying across the sky—it comes often without leaving any trace.

It was a dark evening and the wind was blowing outside the window. After cleaning the classroom, I started packing my schoolbag and getting ready to go home. "Crack--", a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the heavy rain came. I screamed in my heart, threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. As soon as I arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed in Eyes are dad and mom, but both of them only have one umbrella in their hands. Mom smiled and said to me: "Your dad and I came directly from the office, so we didn't bring any umbrellas. "Let's take one together." "No, it's raining too hard. If we take one together, both of us will get wet. I'll give Shihao this umbrella," Dad said hurriedly, holding out the umbrella. "I have a fight with dad.

"As I said that, I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held the umbrella with one hand and tried his best to hold my shoulder with the other. The three people and two umbrellas disappeared in the mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.

< p> In the haziness, one picture after another suddenly flashed in my mind: I remembered that I forgot to take away my homework because I was in a hurry to go to school. When my father found out, he ran and sent it to the classroom for me; Playing basketball and forgetting the time to go home, my mother was busy looking for me; I remembered the urgent voice on the phone when I called my father who was on a business trip: "The fuse is in the tool box on the balcony, put on the fuse." "Don't forget to pull the knife first"; I remembered my mother's advice before leaving home every time I encountered an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." "Too many past events came out in an instant, making me burst into tears.

My parents' love is like the touching feeling condensed by the fragrance of lilies, slowly gathering together and no longer drifting away. I think Maybe no one in the world will say that they don't love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents' love? In the eyes of parents, love means walking with you, no matter how far you go. I will be tired, so I will never forget my father’s eager words when he took the draft of my composition: “Revise it, revise it again and you can copy it. "I will never forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

Writing this, I can't help but think of the prophet Eli in the Bible Ya covered her face with her hands and did not dare to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have the holy things that "God" spreads to the world. 8. Composition "Parents' Love" (narration two). (thing) no less than 500 words

Parents' love

My father's love is like a majestic mountain, and my mother's hobbies are like the vast ocean. They always protect and care for me. It made me understand the value of life.

I remember that when I was in second grade, my math test paper "missed". I remember that I was sweating profusely and took out my schoolbag to look for it again and again, but I couldn't find it. I was so frightened by the "sight" of the test paper that I could do nothing, so I could only go to my classmate's house to borrow a copy. My mother immediately went to Lin Yue's house to borrow a copy of the test paper, but it was so late and all the copy shops outside were closed. He had to bring the test paper back and ask me to copy it. "What?" Copy one? How is it possible that there are so many? "I said loudly, crying. "I brought up the exam paper so late. If I had just mentioned it earlier, I could have made a copy. It's all your fault. If you don't pack your schoolbag properly, you should check the drawer to see if there are any books, test papers, etc. when you leave. You should also check your schoolbag to see if there is anything missing. After doing this..." Mom kept talking, "Remember? "Remember!" "I answered half-understood. Then I started copying the test papers.