The true story of fatherly love 1
There is a kind of love in the world, which is the most selfless and greatest, and that is maternal love. There is still a kind of love in the world that is unknown and difficult to express. This is fatherly love.
Perhaps, some people think that fatherly love is far less than maternal love, so these people are all wet. My father is usually kind to others. At the critical moment, they are generally serious and occasionally make jokes. Dad has a unique pace, always rhythmic, just like the beautiful sound on the piano keys, just like the crisp sound of the pipa "four strings make a sound, just like tearing silk." Every contact between the sole and the ground reflects a sense of art. Once, I didn't realize there was love in my footsteps.
I remember when I was 7 years old, my father used to drive me to school every day, but that day he was uncharacteristically, sent me out of the door and said to me, "You are 7 years old, you should learn to go to school by yourself, and I won't send you today!" When I was only in the second grade, I refused to go to school alone, so I said to my father in a coquetry way, "Dad! There are cars on the road! Just send me there! " But my father's attitude is decisive. I walked down the stairs angrily, thinking, "Dad doesn't love me …" At a corner, I looked back and saw my father standing not far away. My anger suddenly jumped out, I stopped looking at my father and ran to school quickly ... until now, I realized why my father looked at me from a distance. I fully understood my father's intention and his inner struggle at that time, which made me find my father's love in the gloom.
Looking back, I have too many misunderstandings about my father, complaining that my father can't spend more time with me, complaining that my father doesn't often help me with my studies, and blaming my father … too much, too much! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. It's not that my father doesn't love me. What he gave me was only unknown love, which would not be publicized. My father told me stories and taught me how to be a man. He loves 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.
Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, and fatherly love is a silent love. Although ordinary, it is precious, because there is such a father by my side.
The true story of fatherly love case 2
When I was a child, I didn't know what fatherly love was, but I vaguely remembered that my father was very busy and had no time to accompany me and my mother. Because I don't have much contact and my father doesn't like joking, my father has always been a strict role in my heart. Until the day of the third grade—
It was an afternoon, gloomy, as if it would rain at any time, which made the hearts of the students mention their throats. At night, the sky is really not beautiful, and it is raining cats and dogs. In the rain, many parents stood at the school gate and waited anxiously for their children. Students flocked to the school gate one after another. Like other students, I craned my neck to find my relatives in the crowded crowd. It's raining harder and harder, and the water at the school gate has reached my knees. Surrounded by students, I struggled forward. Suddenly I was blocked by a tall body. I looked up discontentedly. It was my father! I was so excited that I couldn't speak with my mouth open. As long as I can remember, my father never came to pick me up from school! I don't believe my eyes. "Come on up!" Father turned and bent down. "Dad ... do you want to ... carry me?" I whispered a little incoherently. "Of course, the water at the door is so deep that the shoes you wear are not easy to walk." "Never mind, the shoes are already wet." "No, the water is too cold, be careful to catch cold. Hurry up, it's in the way. " Father can't help but blame. I was lying on my father's back, and suddenly I felt that his back was so wide and warm. I looked up and looked at the back of my father's head carefully. Suddenly, I found that my father's shiny black hair didn't know when it began to turn white. One, two ... Countless white hairs seem to tell me that my father has worked hard for this family all his life and is no longer young. I couldn't help hugging my father's neck and tears welled up in my eyes.
Father, I have been in the sixth grade, and I am a little ashamed to find your goodness! Fortunately, I finally found out that your love is more important than Mount Tai! Dad, I love you!
The true story of fatherly love, Example 3.
Every time I recall that back in the rain, waves of ripples appear in my heart, and the aftermath is round after round, rippling with the melody of love.
In the morning, the sky is gloomy, like gray satin. Father got up early to cook for me. After dinner, he hurried me to school. He held my hand all the way. No, the weather is not beautiful, and it's raining cats and dogs. I think it's definitely too late to go back and get my umbrella, miserable! If you don't take an umbrella, you are sure to get wet. When I was worried, he reminded me: didn't you bring an umbrella in your schoolbag? It suddenly occurred to me that there was a small umbrella in my schoolbag. However, this umbrella is too small to cover only one person. What should I do? At this time, my father did not hesitate to open the umbrella and put it in my hand. He also told me to take an umbrella in case I got wet. I was about to say something to him when he dragged me quickly to school.
Along the way, I handed my father my umbrella three times and five times, and he refused every time. In an instant, a warm current welled up in my heart.
My father took my hand and hurried forward in the rain. Soon, we finally arrived at the school gate. I handed my umbrella to my father again. He kept waving and said, "Take it with you, son! Don't worry, I'll be home soon. " He turned and disappeared in the rain, and I heard him coughing.
I couldn't help crying when I watched my father's distant back gradually disappear in the rain.
The true story of fatherly love case 4
I remember reading an article about an ordinary father's deep love for his son.
In a small town, there was an earthquake and many people were buried by this sudden disaster.
The father of a child, after settling down his wife, hurried to save his son. When he arrived at his son's school, the once beautiful school was in ruins. "Son, where are you? Son, I'm dad! " He shouted his son's name anxiously. Time passed without any reply. He was completely disappointed and cried on the ground. "Sir, please leave. None of the students here survived. An explosion may occur here at any time, which is very dangerous! " The staff said kindly. "No, he won't die. I want to save him. " He said firmly. Suddenly, my conversation with my son echoed in my ears. He once told his son that no matter what happens in the future, he should face it with him and never part! With this belief, he suddenly looked around his son's class like crazy. He kept digging up thick broken bricks by hand. No matter how the staff tried to persuade him, he couldn't persuade his stubborn heart. He just said, "I believe my son is not dead yet. He must be there waiting for me to save him. Can you help me? " In the face of this stubborn father, the staff shook their heads helplessly and left him alone. Anxious to save his son, he turned to the people around him for help. Others think that he is too sad to lose his beloved son, leading to mental disorder, and no one wants to talk to him.
Seeing that no one was willing to help him, he had to keep digging and digging. After digging for a day and a night, he finally heard a little movement underground, as if someone was crying. "Is that you?" Hearing the sound, the crying stopped at once. "It's me, dad! We still have several classmates here, and I encourage them to say that you will definitely come back to save us! " The child said proudly.
"Come and save people, my son is not dead!" Hearing this, people all ran to help him save his son. Through everyone's efforts, it was completed in less than two hours!
"Come out, son, it's all right now!"
"No, let the other students come out first!"
Finally, the great father saved his son. Their father and son hugged each other tightly! The reporter filmed this touching scene, and many viewers cried when they saw it. This is a touch and blessing!
Yes! Motherly love is great, and fatherly love is deep. This deep fatherly love can also touch us!
Dad, I love you!
The true story of fatherly love case 5
There are many touching things in the world. Those touching things come from love and care. ...
Touching is like a sweet dream, everyone has had it; It feels like a sweet candy, everyone has tasted it; Touching is like a ray of sunshine, which makes everyone feel warm.
There is a story that I was deeply moved after reading. The story is "Father is a towering tree". The story goes like this: A father took his daughter by boat to find his wife. On the way, my father accidentally inserted the fruit knife into his heart because of the shaking of the boat. He should have died immediately and let his daughter safely return to her mother's arms. He quietly wiped away the blood and quietly insisted. Three days later, my daughter returned to her mother's arms, and he died, which is a pity.
After reading this story, I couldn't calm down for a long time and was deeply moved by my father in the story. I never thought that a father's love can span life and death, and he can silently guard and love his children when his life is dying! Father is really a towering tree; Father's love is beyond doubt!
From the dribs and drabs around us, we will find ourselves moved and created, and we will feel that love and care are always around us and never far away!