Mom, grandpa, aunt and uncle, sister and brother-in-law, a lot of guests are knocking on my door, I as if I did not hear as if not a word, and then my brother knocked on the door and said: "Sister, I give you a cake to come." That childish and melodious voice, hypnotic, I exempted from opening the door, but in front of the appearance is not the brother, but the face with a hint of remorse dad, she called me, I immediately went back to bed, with the quilt to cover my head, dad in hand with meals, cakes and drinks, said to me: "We are now all good to talk about , comment on whether you have not been wrong, I admit that it was my fault for hitting you, I was wrong, and I apologize, but ask yourself, did you say anything wrong, those words were the most taboo words of the day, and it was the time to make a wish, I know you probably didn't mean to do it, and had a mouthful of words, but how could you do that, no matter what you say, you have to go through your head." I still sat without saying a word, watching my dad's back I stayed up all night.
The next day at first light my mom said to me, "Yesterday you and I talked about dad to you in the middle of the night." As soon as my mom's words left my mouth, I couldn't help the tears from flowing down my face again.
That time I cried
Hours I am very good at crying, now I have rarely cried, I piece that I think I have grown up. I just stepped into the door of my home I heard my mother shouting, "Every time you do your homework you don't know how to organize it? Do you have any brains at all?" Mom's words are not always like a bag of sharp knives stabbed me in the heart, always been a good girl I finally erupted out of the heart of the volcano that has been pressed for a long time. I spoke back to my mom, "I don't want you to close it! You save your strength!" Mom listened to a flabbergasted, also gloomy face, loud to me coaxing: "I gave birth to you raised you, but today you turn around to scold me ah!" I vainly turned my head aside, checked both hands into my pockets, and threw out a sentence, "I'm going out! and flung the door open without looking back.
I darted out of the neighborhood, tears falling down my face like broken beads. I wiped the tear tracks on my face with my sleeve again and again, but the tears welled up again and again.
I ran to a place where I didn't think my mom could see me and stopped. I was breathing heavily, whimpering all the while. At this point I couldn't take it anymore and I flopped down on a stone bench in my neighborhood bawling my eyes out. Tears streamed down the sides of my face gorge, seemingly never stopping and flowing. The wind blew past my ears, and there were only one or two people walking along the road in Moda. I suddenly felt as pitiful as an unwanted child.
The sky slowly darkened, the sun set, and the evening sun gradually receded. It was terribly quiet all around. How I wanted warmth at this moment. How much I wanted a hug, and how much I wanted which hug was mom's!
I made it to the stone bench for a while longer, my eyelids wanting to close uncontrollably. My stomach also began to rumble. But I didn't have a bit of money with me, and I didn't want to go back.
The night was getting thicker and thicker, and many people had already put their lights out and gone to bed. I looked around, and had to drag my heavy steps, step by step, towards home. Suddenly, a shout lifted my spirits. That voice, seems to be mom ah! Yes! It was mom! Mom came this way. She put both hands to her mouth and shouted my name. Her brows were furrowed together as she looked to the left and to the right, an anxious look on her face.
"Mom!" I couldn't wait to run into my mom's arms. Murmuring, "Mom, I won't talk back anymore, I will `````````." Mom's frown instantly stretched and the corners of her mouth lifted into a smile. I looked up at my mom and found that she smiled so sweetly `````` and beautifully ``````
Opening the small window of my memory, I remembered a day last semester, and recalled the touching scene ......
On that day, our school had invited an out-of-town professor to give us a lively gratitude education class. He spoke vividly on stage about many instances of gratitude, which made the students y moved. Afterwards, he told the students to go up to the stage and speak from the bottom of their hearts. I thought no one would go up, but the result was unexpected. All the students went up to the stage. They, like a torrent, solemn and unstoppable, on the stage. Almost every student's eyes were moist. They are on the stage and their parents to carry on a heart to heart dialogue, admit their faults and express their determination to study well and repay their parents in the future.......
Perhaps it is infected by this kind of atmosphere, my heart was slightly shocked, only to feel that there is a torrent, from the bottom of my heart, rushed out of my eyes, I cried. But I didn't wipe the tears away, letting it wet my face and wake up my ungrateful heart.
Yes! How could I be ungrateful? From the time I croaked, to become a man, which is not the work of parents ah! Dad, mom, is you, accompanied me through I don't know how many spring, summer, fall and winter. It is you who have accompanied me through all the bumps and setbacks. It is you who have accompanied me out of the wrong way and into the light. When I was aggrieved, it was you who left the work in hand and ran to my side to comfort me and counsel me. In my homework is not completed, but has long been tired to go to bed, it is you, accompanied me to finish my homework, know that the night is quiet. In fact, you are more tired than I am! When I was sick, it was you who stayed by my bedside and cared for me, pouring water for me and bringing me delicious food. When the weather suddenly turned cold, who was it? And sent me clothes and gloves from far and wide?
Dad, mom, the love you gave me, how great it is! It is like sweet rain, like dew, moisturizing me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; and like spring rain, gentle and delicate. It will penetrate the layers of barriers, sprinkled to every place where I am, every day with me; it will embrace my crying, my laughter; it will hold up an umbrella for me, paving a road, filling all the ups and downs.
Dad, mom, the love you gave me, how selfless it is! But I don't know how to be grateful. Please forgive me for my childhood ignorance! From now on I will study hard, learn to be grateful, and repay you well!
The grace of a drop of water will be repaid by a spring. But what you have given me is a whole ocean!
Ah! Who says an inch of grass will repay three springs of sunshine?
Since I entered junior high school, tears seem to have nothing to do with me, NPC, of course, can no longer move like before to shed tears. However, that time, I cried.
It was the first year of junior high school, and I was preparing to take the Grade 5 piano exam. I practiced hard every day, memorized the score carefully, and played it over and over again, striving for perfection.
Finally, it was the day of the examination, I came to the examination center with a nervous heart, imagining what would happen when I got the Grade 5 certificate.
Calling my name, I walked into the examination room with confidence and began to play, a beautiful melody flew out from my fingers, echoing over the small room ...... Just when I was intoxicated by my own wonderful music, an unexpected thing happened - - I stepped on the pedal under my foot and stepped off the pedal, and then I stepped on the pedal, and then I stepped off the pedal. -The pedal under my foot stepped out of the air, and for a moment, my fingers were in a state of disarray. I had no choice but to slowly walk out of the piano as my teacher sighed.
I had practiced so hard, but to no avail, and the confidence I had in myself was long gone.
Returning home, I threw away the sheet music I had been practicing, tore up my plans for practicing the piano, and sat alone in the house, fuming. At that moment, a pair of big strong hands on my shoulders, I turned my head and saw my father standing beside me smiling at me. "Dad, am I useless." I whispered, "Son, it was just a chance mistake, you weren't wrong, but you were wrong for giving up on yourself after the 'chance'." With that, my father called me over to the piano and said, "Here, let me enjoy my daughter's music as well." I opened the lid of the piano and began to play, somehow playing with such ease and fluidity at the moment. When the song was finished, there was applause from behind me - my father's applause. I smiled, but I couldn't stop the tears from flowing down my face.
I never thought that my father would encourage me when I was most sad and upset, and tell me how to face my frustration. I remembered my father, who usually left early and returned late, and could not be seen even once a day, and had thought that my father never cared about me, and did not care about me, but I really didn't expect my father to be so loving, and it has been said that a father's love is deep, and I experienced it that time.
In the days to come, no matter what kind of difficulties and setbacks I encountered, I mustered up the courage to start all over again.
That time, I cried, not because of an accidental mistake, but because of my father's applause, because that applause was full of my father's encouragement and hope, because that applause told me that the catalyst for success is not the discouragement of failure, but the courage to start again.
That time, I cried, tears washed away the aggression in my heart, so that I really understand the connotation of life, teaching me how I should face the frustration of life, encouraging me to raise the sails of self-confidence.
That time, I cried, touched by my father's love, Dad, I love you, really.
Comments:
Father's love is different from mother's love, it is more subtle, more profound, and sometimes, even not easy to let people notice. The author of this article through the recounting of a setback, his father to their own guidance and encouragement, so as to feel the depth of the father's love. At the time of the setback, the father's warm words, crisp applause, so that the author to drum up the courage, regain confidence, inner excitement and tears. The article writes the reasons and connotations of crying, and delicately shows the author's psychological change process, as well as the father's deep love for his daughter, and the daughter's gratitude to her father. The end of the form of prose paragraph, expressing the sincere feelings for the father, the theme is clear, the center is prominent, the language is fluent, full of deep feelings, is a very good exercise.
Everyone says there is no greater love in the world than a mother's love, but I think a father's love is just as great.
Wednesday after school early, when I got home I finished all my homework, and when it was time to broadcast the weather forecast in the evening, my mom and dad had something to do and neither of them had come back yet, so I wanted to take the opportunity of watching the weather forecast to watch TV dramas for a while longer.
Who knows, just after watching for a while, my dad came back. I thought to myself, "What bad luck, how did I let dad bump into me?"
Beginning, Dad did not say anything, just let me quickly go to do homework, I said with a little defiant tone, "I have finished my homework." This sentence actually provoked my father to fire, said: "You can not be confined to finish writing homework on the pull down, this is not even if the task is completed? Can't you just read a book and do some problems? You're not number one." Dad's words left me speechless.
Two days later, before dinner, Dad said he wanted to go to Qiulin Bean Buns, which I knew was Dad's favorite staple, but he went back to sugar buns and buns.
During dinner, mom broke open the bun and said she wanted to see what it was filled with, only to see that it was stuffed with ham, meat, and quail eggs. Mom said, "Isn't that your 'favorite'? Your father must know that you love to eat, specially for you, only you are in a state of stalemate, your father he did not say so." After my mom's inspiration, it finally dawned on me that my dad was expressing his love for me in this way. Sure enough Dad said, "Well, it's for my daughter." At that moment, my nose steeply sour, eyes wet, spilled a lot of "golden peas".
In retrospect, my father just hated me and thought that he had paid so much for me, but I made him angry, and I really regretted it!
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