I. In this world, who has not bathed in parental love, who has not experienced parental care? I also have a father and mother who are always thinking of me and caring for me.
My father is best described as a "strict father". He was very strict with me in my studies and in my life. He sets a schedule for me to work and rest, and urges me to finish my homework carefully. In addition, my father often lets me read some extracurricular books, so that I can understand the scientific knowledge outside the textbooks. As a result, my playtime was greatly reduced. Sometimes, other parents asked me, "Is your father strict with you?" I nodded my head vigorously to show that I was "very, very strict, and not generally strict!" Now, every time I take a test and the first or second place in the class, I gradually understand that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I can't thank him enough!
My mom is a typical "mother of mercy". She is very concerned about my food and clothing, and she always cares about me. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my craving. Every weekends she couldn't take a rest, she started to wash the dirty clothes I changed, and the next morning she put the clean clothes at my bedside. Especially when I was sick, my mom was pouring water, handing medicine, and getting up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt was properly covered. ......
Now that I'm in two countries with my mom and dad, when I read their letters, "How's your study going? " When I read their letters and hear the familiar and gentle tone of "Remember to wear more clothes" on the phone, I immediately feel their concern and love for me. Indeed, the love of parents is like air, invisible and unattainable, but I can always feel its existence.
Two. I grew up, my father, my mother's love for me is more and more understandable, of course, I have to give them their love. When I was a kid, I always wondered: what should I do? That's a question I've been racking my brain to think about! Now, as I grow older, I realize how simple it is to give my love to them, as long as I understand the meaning of love, and the greatness of love can be manifested in every little bit!
My father often traveled on business when I was a child, and came home for very little time, so I was a stranger to him, but fortunately my father's character was quite humorous, and the generation gap between us was soon eliminated. However, I don't know what's going on, now when I'm alone with my dad, I always can't find the **** same topic, making it very awkward. At most, we ask a few questions: Are you going to work tomorrow? What time do I call you in the morning? Other than that, there's not much else. I often think: I'm really sorry for my dad, he raised me for so many years, with him I can't say anything. In order to have the same topic with my dad, I learned about him from various sources. One day, I finally learned from my mom's mouth that my dad would be traveling to Inner Mongolia in two days. So I immediately looked up the weather in Inner Mongolia on the Internet and learned that it was very cold there. It so happened that my mom was not at home at noon, I said to my dad, "Dad, it's quite cold in Inner Mongolia these days, remember to wear more clothes when you go there, don't catch a cold!" Dad didn't say anything, just nodded his head vigorously, I suddenly saw a flash of something in my dad's eyes, and later I realized that it was surprise plus moved tears. Since then, I no longer check the weather as a search for **** the same topic, because I understand, that is not only **** the same topic, more importantly, it has my strong love for Dad!
In contrast, my mom and I are extraordinarily close. My mom is a TV series fan, since the family has a computer, mom likes to watch online. But this kind of time to watch online is very short, so I asked my classmates, their parents subscription did not, in my days of labor, finally found a free to watch TV series card for mom. Mom went to bed late at night, and every winter, I used to hide her pajamas from her and put them on myself, so that my temperature could be transmitted to her. Whenever mom couldn't find her pajamas and turned on the light, I woke up and handed them to her with a smile, and she hugged and kissed me. That's why my mom used to call me "a fire in the winter"! My love for my mom, although small and small, but I know that my mom will feel happy!
Love is not just a form of expression, but something that comes naturally from the heart. We can't just ask our parents to love us because we are grown up and they need our love too. Do not think that adults do not need love, in fact, in this regard they are sometimes more fragile than us, students, your burning love unreservedly to their parents, our love is also great
Three. Mom's love
Love like the warm winds of spring, blowing your heart; mother's love like a gentle rain, gently patting your face, moisturizing your heart; mother's love like a winter furnace, to you in the harsh winter to create warmth in the heart of the sun.
I remember when I was little, one winter, the weather was very cold. My father was away on a business trip, and my mother had to take care of both the business of the store and me. However, my mom wouldn't let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of freezing and catching a cold. But disobedient I sneaked out when mom was busy. As a result, in the wee hours of the night, I started a high fever, and mom was terrified. What should I do when dad was away and it was just me and mom and something like this happened? Mom immediately rushed to the hospital with me in her arms. The road is dark, I was scared straight shouting mom, mom said: "Lulu, don't be afraid, lie on your mother's back, it's here ......." To the hospital's emergency room, see the doctor, the doctor gave me a temperature, a look, a high fever of 41 degrees Celsius, the doctor said to my mother: "How is this mother when you? The child has been burned like this, why did you bring him here? Must be hospitalized, hurry to do hospitalization procedures!" Mom just silently said, "Well ......"
But there are times when a mother's love is harsh, and when it comes to my studies, my mom never relaxes. It was in the first semester of fifth grade when I scored 76 points on my English test. When I was nervous to give the paper to my mother, she saw the score, did not say a word with me, a person walked to the bedroom, "squeak -" a sound, closed the door. I really can't help it, went into the bedroom, stood in front of my mom crying and said: "Mom, you hit me! You hit me! It's me who is disobedient, I will study well in the future." Mom said with tears in her eyes: "Lulu, mom will not hit you, but you have to remember, in the future, to get ahead and be a contributor to the country, you must be down-to-earth, one step at a time, from now on, study hard!"
Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are the mother with their own love watering flowers and plants, children's growth is inseparable from the mother's every drop of love. Mother, a lifetime of children escort, silent behind the children for children to guide the direction. Mother's love for us, is we can repay? As: "Who said inches of grass heart, repay the three spring sunshine."
Great Mother's Love
As the saying goes, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother, the clothes on the body of a wandering son ------" Mother's 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 was working in the field, and my mother was working as a class teacher in a middle school, she was busy at work and often came home very late. But her love for me didn't diminish at all. I remember that it was a night when "silver beans" fell from the sky, and I was recuperating at home because I had a cold. Mom was still in the classroom teaching students, but at that moment, I suddenly started a high fever, my forehead was very hot. My mother returned home with a tired body, and when she saw that I had a high fever, she hurriedly picked me up and rushed out of the house. There was not a single pedestrian on the street, nor was there a single car, but only my mother's skinny figure weaving in and out of the rain. A cold wind blew, I sneezed, mom seemed to notice something. She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, sprinting again, she headed for the hospital.
When we got to the hospital, my mom didn't even take a breath before she carried me to register, get a shot, and get an infusion. During the injection, I kept crying, so my mom took my hand and leaned over and whispered in my ear, "Good daughter, don't cry, mommy will always be by your side." At that time, hearing these words, my body seemed to be filled with strength all of a sudden. During the infusion, my mom was by my side day and night. When I was hungry, she fed me, and when I wanted to sleep, she told me stories.
I had a **** infusion for two days and two nights, and my mom stayed with me for two days and two nights. I got well and gained weight, but my mom's eyes were red with dark circles and she lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future to repay my mom with excellent grades.
Father's love is like a mountain
My father seems to be a dull man, he usually does not smile, serious and scary, in my memory, he did not seem to have hugged me, did not give me a word of warmth, for a long time, I thought that my father did not like me at all, and every time I saw him, I was a little inexplicable "fear! "I'm not sure if I've ever seen him before, but I'm sure he's a great guy.
Perhaps seeing the rawness of our father-son relationship, my mom told me a few things that opened the floodgates of my memory. Mom told me, when I was born, mom was in the operating room, dad waited anxiously outside the door, and kept walking around, when he learned the news that the mother and child were safe, he jumped with joy, rushed to buy some candy melons sent to everyone in sight. Dad couldn't control his feelings, and I don't know how many times he walked down the hallway and let the tears of happiness flow.
And when I was six or seven years old, in a night, mom on the night shift, dad took me to play in the stadium has just been built, then the square lights have not been installed, but to fitness people are very much, I went to the side of the stadium as a string of arrows rushed into the sea of people, dad shouted at the back of me, I pretend not to hear for fear of him to restrict my freedom. When I played a while, only to find that my father is not around me, at once I feel a little afraid, know the trouble broke into a big, but also worried about bad people, I do not dare to shout at my father, it is strong to endure the fear of groping back home, to the home, my father has not come back, I know that my father must be looking around for me, I will sit in a dark corner of the building hole. I don't know how much time, only to see dad limping with shoes, full of anxiety, I thought: this time the grumpy dad will certainly beat me severely. Dad saw me, but gently picked me up, said to me in a hoarse voice: "in the future to go out to play, do not run so fast, adults shouting at you, you have to say yes immediately, got it?" I nodded, dad put me down when I realized that dad's feet flowed a lot of blood, I know in order to find me, dad dragging a wounded leg do not know how many roads, but also wear out the foot.
Now that I think about it, I realize that my father also loves me y, but he has buried his love in his heart. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to do this, but I'm sure I'll be able to do it, and I'm sure I'm going to be able to do it.
Father's love is like a mountain
It was a long time ago that I wanted to write an article for my father, but I was slow to do so. Because I was afraid that my stupid pen couldn't write a third of the story between us. But, I always seem to be doing things against my will ......
When I was a child, my dad was like a big mountain in my eyes, so big. And I was nothing more than a weed on the side of the path, the loftiness of the mountain made me simply do not have the courage to get close to him, much less dare to conquer it. I was completely ignorant of everything about this mountain. To me, it was so far out of reach that I could only occasionally look up secretly for fear of meeting that stern gaze.
I never said anything good about my father, and he never asked me anything. It was as if the only thing that existed between us was my solicitation of his interests. This relationship has been maintained for a long time has not improved, but instead, it is getting worse day by day. After one of my dad's harsh education to me, the gap between us became deeper and deeper.
We even went so far as to stop paying attention to each other, a relationship we never wanted to improve. Despite my mom's many attempts to persuade me, I seemed to have inherited his (I had stopped calling him Dad for a long time by then.) I seemed to have inherited his (I hadn't called him Dad for a long time by then) stubbornness gene and didn't "back down". So, this pathetic father-daughter relationship stagnated for a long time.
Until one time--
It was Father's Day.
Originally I never cared about these days, maybe I was too selfish! But I couldn't resist the encouragement of my classmates, so I ran to the gift store and bought him a present anyway - a tiny key chain. When I got home, I just casually threw it on his desk and said, "Here you go, a Father's Day gift!" My icy coldness didn't seem to affect his thinking, only to see him say, without lifting his head, "Oh." And went back down to his business.
I was very angry at the time, and swore that I would never do it again. His dismissive attitude made me hate him even a little bit.
Only that night, in a haze, it was as if a tall figure was tucking me in and seemed to say, "Thank you." I don't know if I was hallucinating or not, but I do know that the next morning a man's keys had a keychain on them that looked funny from a girl's point of view.
But for some reason, I couldn't stop laughing.
The sound of the keys drifted away from me, and his silhouette slowly drifted away, but it was still so tall, only it seemed to have added some vicissitudes ......
"Dad!" He was stunned.
"You...be careful." I stammered as the words popped out of my mouth.
He nodded at me, still looking stoic.
But for the first time, I read the kindness and joy in the stoicism, and the love for his daughter that a man can't put into words. So simple love, but I have always misunderstood him - my father. How silly of me!
Since then, I have gradually tried to understand my dad, and to feel the mountain in my heart with my heart. Perhaps he is no longer as tall and lofty as he was when he was a toddler, indeed, Dad has already added a few gray hairs to his head at some point.
I was finally able to read the mountain. It stood so tall, just to hold up a piece of sky for his wife and daughter; it was so tall, just to let his family have some shelter; it was so tough, just for an unspeakable love.
And all these, one by one, have been misunderstood by me, misunderstood that great father's love.
Father's love is like a mountain. Sometimes, we also need to climb to the top of the mountain to see the scenery there, is going to be more beautiful it!
Dear Mom:
Hello! This is your favorite son to write you the first letter, please do not be surprised. Although you do not know a few words, but the son's blessing, the son's heart you can still read. I will fold it into a small white boat, carrying my son's blessing to float to your dream, swinging to your heart.
Mother, do you still remember the story of the tree root and the flower? Perhaps you have long forgotten it, but my son remembers it well. Let my son tell it again! Tree roots grow underground, all day against the black earth, but it in order to leaves more lush, flowers more delicate, fruit more fruitful, without complaint to endure the frost and snow sword of the bullying, against it, and constantly from the land to draw water and nutrients. One day, the flowers said to the tree root: "ugly thing, look at you, dirty, where as I am beautiful." After saying this, it wiggled its waist and appeared to be well-groomed. The root of the tree said: "Without me, there is no you, your beauty is only a moment, spring and fall, the fruit will replace you. You are just the surface, people watch you, but they love the fruit more ......" Mother, you say the tree roots beautiful? If the roots are beautiful, then are you not as beautiful as the roots?
Mother, remember? In the summer vacation, because I failed the examination, lost confidence, lost the will to fight, in that black July, do you remember how my son spent? It was you who encouraged me and supported me to get through that black July. You said to me, "the future" is illusory, "history" is also old monuments, only "now" is the most real, can be changed at any time. Yes, it is the present that is the most real. You make me firmly believe that as long as one more effort, there will be less regret. You let me know that the flowers are more colorful after a storm, and the rainbow is more beautiful after a storm. Mother, you let me know so much, you are a star in the dark blue sky, a compass in the lost ...... How can I say you are not beautiful!
Mother, you see, your forehead that crystal beads, how beautiful! Look at those calluses on your palms, aren't they telling everything? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands dirty. Though you are ordinary, you have made an indelible mark on your son's heart with your ordinariness. It is not said that the ordinary is also a kind of beauty?
Mother, you let me read life, let me feel life, taste struggle, let me set sail, chasing the ideal. Perseverance, hard work, ordinary, tolerance, love ...... can be found in you. Mother, are you not beautiful?
Mother, let my son stop writing here! Please do not be surprised that this paper boat into the dream for no reason.