Father loves mountains. There is a kind of love called maternal love, which has been eulogized by human beings for thousands of years for its broadness, tolerance and thoughtfulness. There is also a kind of love, but it is often severely wrapped and covered up by subtle care, thus losing its due respect. This is fatherly love.
My father loves me very much, but I have no feelings at all. One thing made me understand how great fatherly love is.
Last summer vacation, my father came back from a business trip! I am very happy because he can play badminton, table tennis and jump rope with me again ... However, as soon as my father came back, he plunged into the pillow and fell asleep. All my 36 moves were in vain. I yelled at him in anger, but he was indifferent. Suddenly, I remembered that I did nothing in the summer vacation. I picked up the pen and only heard a snoring coming into my ears, which made me restless. I unconsciously took "1" as "7" and "3+4" equals "1" ... After reading this page, I breathed a sigh of relief and checked it again, almost all of them were wrong. I took an angry look at my father and thought: Hum! I want you to play with me, but you didn't say anything when you slept, and now you disturb my study, which makes me so angry. After correcting, I threw away my homework and went out to play.
When I got to school, the group leader took away my homework. I opened the homework folder and found nothing in it. I smiled embarrassedly at the group leader and said embarrassedly, "Sorry, I didn't bring it." Fortunately, our group leader was very frank and cut me some slack. Sister Ma, the boss of the neighboring group, has long since died. I thought to myself: I usually hear my mother say that my father is very careful. Why didn't I bring my homework today?
Father loves mountains. Father's love is like a cup of boiled water, which warms people's hearts. Father's love is like a bright light, illuminating the way forward in life, and father's love is like a big tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain. ...
On this day, Wan Li was clear and Wan Li was cloudless. My father and I are running in the square together. There was a loud noise and it rained heavily in the sky. The god of thunderstorm in the sky seems to be angry and has started a century war. There is still some distance from the square to my home, but it is raining too hard. I complained as I ran, saying, "Now is not the time to rain. There were no clouds in Wan Li just now, and it rained cats and dogs ... "At some point, I felt no raindrops on my head. I looked back and saw my father's coat blocking my head. I suddenly felt very warm. After a while, I remembered my father, who was still in the rain. I said to my father, "Dad, let's go together!" " "Say that finish, I picked up my coat. At this time, my dad shouted at me: "No! Caught a cold, missed a class, it will take a long time to make up, you know ... "When I heard this, I couldn't help but shed tears, tears that were moved, tears that were warmed by my father, and tears of happiness.
When I got home, my father was all wet, but he went to help me get my clothes first, and then went to find his clothes. The next day, my father caught a bad cold. When I made ginger tea and handed it to my father, I whispered, "I love you." This sentence seems to have been heard by my father, who shed tears.
People say that maternal love is earth-shattering and makes people cry, but I think the same is true of fatherly love.
Father likes mountains. Yesterday, I sprained my foot at school. As soon as my feet touched the ground, I felt terrible pain, and I broke out in a cold sweat. Therefore, starting from today, my father has one more job every day, that is, carrying me up and down in the teaching building every day.
My father is not tall, so it is not difficult for me to carry my thin body. However, with my overweight schoolbag and painting tools, the burden is very heavy. Dad didn't complain at all. He carried me behind his back, covered my slipping body with his left hand, carried my schoolbag and study tools with his right hand, and carefully avoided the classmates running on the stairs. Dad's back is so warm and strong, lying on it, I feel a lot less foot pain, comfortable and at ease.
Suddenly, my father staggered to his feet. I remember my father's foot was injured a few days ago and I had to apply ointment every day. Now he is not fully recovered, but now he has to carry me, and the injury must have increased a lot. At this point, I felt my father's breathing louder and louder. His side face turned red, and thick sweat oozed from the back of his neck. I think dad's feet must be very painful. My eyes are wet, and tears will come to my eyes. In order not to let dad find out, I can only hold back my tears and not roll down. "Dad, please put me down. I can do it. My injury doesn't hurt at all! " I pretended to be relaxed. "No, walk less, you will get better faster. Dad is not tired at all. He usually does little exercise. This time just exercise! " Dad said casually.
In this way, I lay on my father's solid back all the way. Warmth, emotion and guilt are intertwined, which makes my mood restless for a long time. In my heart, my father is getting taller and bigger.
Father loves mountains, generous and warm. Dad, thank you! I love you!
Father loves mountains. Everyone feels the mother's trickle of care every day, but if you are a conscientious person in life, you will feel the unknown love of your father.
Once I saw all the girls in my class wearing beautiful stockings, which made their legs look white and thin. I am very touched, and I want to go home and ask my mother to buy me a pair. I can't help laughing when I think of wearing stockings. When I got home, I told my mother this little wish. My mother refused without thinking, and confidently said, "You already have so many pants and stockings. What else do you want to buy?" I had to leave in frustration. In the afternoon, I came home disheartened and suddenly found two pairs of beautiful stockings on the bed. I'm so happy! I thought it was a surprise from my mother. My mother said she didn't buy it. It turned out that when I told my mother to buy me stockings, my father just heard me. He bought me two pairs in order to satisfy my little wish. I looked at the stockings on my feet and my nose was sour. Yes, this is not only a pair of stockings, but also my father's love for me.
Students, don't complain that dad doesn't love you. There is not a father in the world who doesn't love his children, but they are usually not good at words and are used to hiding their deep love in their actions. Instead of complaining, it is better to find out if you have found some bloodshot in your father's eyes. Have you noticed that the wrinkles on your father's face have grown a little longer? Have you noticed that your father has a lot of white hair on his head? ...
Father loves greatness!
Father loves mountains. If father's love is like a mountain, it is the most suitable for me.
If I want to use a mountain as a metaphor, I will definitely choose Mount Tai, the head of the five mountains. Although it is slightly inferior to Huashan Mountain and Hengshan Mountain, the most striking feature of my father's love for me is that he is meticulous all the time, which reminds me of "Mount Tai holds the soil for its height."
At the age of fifteen or sixteen, like many peers, I am as beautiful as flowers and pure as jade, and my face is covered with "acne". Although I hate the hole in my face, there is nothing I can do. I don't know where he learned to make nutritious breakfast, saying it can cure acne. Every morning, he is busy in the kitchen. Without his sleepy father in bed, I only see a warm and nutritious breakfast on the table every day.
Ten years ago, when we moved into our new home, this place was much more spacious, but the only drawback was that it was very cold in winter. The solution is not without heating.
But heating needs coal! Father shouldered this heavy responsibility, and you may never imagine how a thin and white "scholar" trudged to the second floor in the cold winter with two huge coal barrels on his back. I happened to see his big hands covered with calluses and frostbite cracks that day. How can it be compared with the slender hands in wedding photos? I really want to call him stupid. Warm bedroom, with the soil collected from the mountain, carefully cares for the growing flowers and plants, and the warmth is supported by father's love.
One day, I was upset and stayed up late at night, revealing half my shoulder over and over again. I just feel that a sudden coolness makes me too lazy to cover it up, and suddenly I feel that I have been lifted up and blocked by the corner. I know, every night. The next morning, from his dark circles, I read that love, deep fatherly love.
If my father and I are two mountains, my height is that he bases his own earth and stone on me. I am tall, but he is short.
Looking at the sparse hair on his forehead and his slightly old age, no matter how high my mountain is, other mountains are short.
My father loves me like a mountain. My father taught me to ride a bike for the first time, and that time is still vivid in my mind. Whenever I ride my bike across the street, I always think of learning to drive. ...
I was sleeping in the quilt when my father quietly came to my bedroom, grabbed my ear and shouted, "Get up and learn to ride a bike!" " "I'm a sleepy boy who can't be awakened by thunder, but my father arrested me and circled in the sky. My head is dizzy and I have to get up. Because yesterday I promised my father that I would learn to ride a bike.
Finally, the devil training began. Dad began to teach me to get on the bus. I thought it was very simple, so I proudly said, "It's so simple, do you still need to learn?" But dad said, "You try." Start turning as soon as you get on the bus. I didn't have time to turn on the tap, and it fell down at once. Dad didn't come to help me, just said, "Now you know!" " I must study wholeheartedly. I began to learn to ride a bike. As soon as I got on the bus, my father held my waist. "Don't shake, don't shake, grab the faucet and face forward." "Hold on, don't back down ..." I thought, "Are you tired of this, that, right and wrong?" My head was dizzy, and I was thinking that my father suddenly let go and I almost lost my balance. Slowly, I won't be afraid, and I can turn a few corners. Suddenly, two people came face to face. I was in a hurry, so I passed. Just when I was happy, a big stone blocked my way and I couldn't escape. I crashed into a stone with my car and fell down. My knee cracked a big hole of three centimeters, which made me unable to move. Dad rushed over and ran to the hospital behind my back. When I was in bed, I accidentally bumped into my father's back and his clothes were wet with sweat. Later, in order to increase my confidence, my father called all the children in the yard to practice with me. Finally, I slowly rode better and faster. It also created the history of riding from Wutongqiao to Leshan.
I learned to ride a bike this time, and I gained a lot. I learned to ride a bike and gained a lot of happiness, from which I gradually realized my father's love.
Whenever I see others learn to ride a bike, I think of my first ride and my father.
Father loves mountains. Father loves mountains. He is not as delicate and gentle as maternal love. He hides in the depths, always silently bearing the burden of life, silently sheltering us from the wind and rain, only hoping that we can live better.
Father loves the sea, always tolerates all our faults with his open-minded mind, silently takes away our troubles, and lets us roam freely in his spacious arms.
That night, I took home the test paper that I did badly. I stood in front of the door, afraid to go out, waiting for my father to get angry. The room was in depression, and my father looked at the test paper and didn't say a word for a long time. Finally, he casually said, "I didn't care about the first few questions, but I will be fine in the future." After that, what should I do if I throw away the test paper? This is a very clear scene in my memory. What was supposed to be earth-shattering passed quietly. There are often similar scenes in life. Usually, my father always says: There are more people who are better than us. As long as we are serious, work hard and score high or low, don't care too much. Dad never imposed any goals or tasks on me. Even when my grades were the worst, he just silently accompanied me to check the information and review. He never scolded me, let alone beat and scold me. I always feel that dad's tolerance is a bit like connivance.
Gradually, I understand that this connivance actually contains my father's deep love. Because of love, I don't want to ask too much. This true love makes me feel distressed, moved and motivated to fall in love with learning. I stopped watching TV, going out to play, studying hard and studying hard, and gradually changed from a "stupid child" in others' mouth to an "excellent student" envied by everyone. Every time I see my father talking about "my son …", his face is full of pride and his tone is flying. My heart is as sweet as honey.
My father loves me like a mountain. Although my father doesn't talk much, every bit of life can reflect his concern and love for us. We just need to know and discover slowly.
Father loves mountains. Father's love is like running water, flowing quietly in the years. How many past events have become clouds, like water drops on the back of ducks falling with memory. Only that moment in memory has been treasured in my heart for a long time.
My father is an introvert and never likes to talk much. He accompanied me silently on the journey of 16, and he gave me a lot of love. At this point, I have long been used to his faint eyes falling on my shoulder.
I studied for the exam the next day. I stayed up late at night. My father just sat quietly in the chair behind me, turning over the magazine to accompany me to review. Soon, my father will peel an apple and hand it to me, but because my father's kindness makes me upset, I can't help but say, "OK, OK, it's disgusting." Say that finish, I saw my father sighed deeply and returned to the chair. I suddenly feel guilty, but I don't know what to say.
After a while, my father finally stopped "bothering" me. I turned around to see what he was doing. At this time, I was shocked. He was lying in a chair with a magazine in his hand, his head drooping, his mouth flat and his white hair so thick in the dim light. Father is old, and he is no longer the strong father he used to be. Autumn frost dyed his hair white, wrinkles climbed up his forehead, and mountains bent his back. ...
Looking at this tired figure, I think of many past events. He hummed a song to comfort me when I was awakened by a nightmare; When grandpa died, he explained the meaning of death to me very sadly; On rainy days, he stood at the school gate with an umbrella waiting for me. When I fail again and again, he will always hold my hand and say to me, "Where there is a will, there is a way. As long as you work hard, everything will pay off."
Every child is the hope of his parents. He just regards me as his hope and silently dedicates his youth and love. ...
Father loves nine families like a mountain, which is a harbor, so that every wanderer has a warm shore; Home is a big tree, so that every bird has a lasting dependence; Home is a blue sky, so that every white cloud has a broad space; Home is an ocean, so that every fish can swim freely. Father is the symbol and soul of family. Father's love, stalwart as green hills; Holy as ice and snow; As warm as the sun; As wide as rivers and oceans!
I remember when I was in the fourth grade, I once forgot to bring my exercise book, and my father just came home to send me my homework. Far away, before long, I saw my father's figure, and my heart warmed up. My father's figure has come to the door of the classroom. My father's face, which has been through many vicissitudes, came into my eyes, and the marks of years crossed a series of wrinkles on my dear father's face. I don't know when my father, who worked day and night for me, had a little white hair in his hair, and the glasses that had been gathered for many years reflected a few strands of love for me. Unconsciously, my father has come to my side, still the simple work clothes issued by the unit, but today it is particularly cordial and dazzling. He handed me his homework and patted me on the shoulder, and a warm current came to my mind. My father smiled and said to me, "Son, this is homework." I looked at my father's face, and an unspeakable emotion rippled in my heart, an idea that I would repay my father with my life, and a kind of affection between father and son continued forever. At the moment my father turned away, I saw his back was so huge. That figure made me forget the cold current outside the window, and winter seemed fleeting. Although my father doesn't speak much, I feel his fiery heart, and his love for me stands like a mountain!
Father's love is like a mountain, without too many words, sometimes it is just a look, an action and a back, and the love contained in it can keep us warm for a lifetime.
Father's love is like a mountain 10 A person can't live without his father, who is the closest person in the world and the father who has been with him for the longest time. My father and I have experienced many interesting and happy things together, and what impressed me the most is-
On that day, the sun shone strongly on the earth and burned, and all the creatures hid under the big tree. I can't stand it, so I have to open the refrigerator and eat popsicles. After eating one, "Oh, it's delicious! One more! " In this way, I don't know how much I ate ... "The last one is the last one." Dad saw it and advised me, "Stop eating. How much did you eat? Your stomach will hurt later! " I said perfunctorily, "Oh, oh, I see." After a while, I felt a dull pain. At this time, my father came over and handed me the money: "Well, go downstairs and buy a bottle of soy sauce!" " "I sat there, clutching my stomach, speechless. Dad looked at me with a pale face and asked, "Do you have a stomachache again? Let you eat so many popsicles and see if you dare next time! " Say that finish, turn around and walk back to your room. You finished your medicine last time! "Dad's helpless words are coming." Go downstairs and buy your own medicine. "Dad handed me the money and said. I can't walk because of the pain, and my father let me buy my own medicine! Pain comes and goes, you have to buy your own medicine, otherwise the pain will blend in with me. I took the money and went to the drugstore to buy medicine myself. My home is a little far from the drugstore. On the way, I found a thin figure of medium height following me all the time.
Later, my mother told me that that man was my father. He followed me for fear that my stomach would hurt again on the way.
Later, when a person has a stomachache at home, he will always think of it. My father asked me to buy my own medicine and let me learn to be independent and know what to do at home alone in the future.
Father's love is the greatest in the world! We must repay our father's kindness when we grow up!
Father loves mountains! This is my father, a father who loves me!
Father loves a mountain composition 1 1 "As my daughter, you can't be too timid. Timidity will only make you weaker! " My father warned me like this since I was a child.
Dad is a big man with dark skin and a serious face. When I was a child, I often thought, why are you so serious? Nobody asked you to be a keeper! Although my father is strict, he is also very kind. Dad will protect me and would rather hurt him than let it fall on me.
I remember one time, I woke up at midnight. Nothing at first, but when I was a child, I saw the shadow of the tree reflected on the window, running towards me like a monster. I was stunned. After a while, I finally cried with a "wow". Just then, someone knocked at the door. I think I'm finished. Dad will be furious and ask me why I'm crying again. But when dad came in, he said, "Are you okay? Why are you crying? "
Father's love is like a mountain, I will refuse to go thousands of miles; Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain.
Dad can give up everything for me and learn everything for me.
In the first grade of primary school, because my mother went to work early, my hair was often messy like a chicken nest. For this reason, my father was very upset and thought about my hair all day. Finally, my father came up with a "loss trick": let me lie flat on the bed, let my hair be vertical to the end, and then tie it into a bundle. After every draw, dad always dances like a child.
Although my father doesn't know how to express his love for me like my mother. But I deeply know that my father loves me. Although he never says it, I already know it in my heart.
Father loves mountains 12 People often say: Father loves mountains. I don't think my father loves me more than anything else.
In my memory, my father is so inarticulate.
It was the first time that my father took my little hand to kindergarten. At that time, I was still young, I didn't know what kindergarten was for, and I thought my father was going to sell me. I cried for a long time, and my father didn't coax me. He left me with the teacher. Gradually I got used to the life in kindergarten, but I still blamed my father. I didn't know my father's love for me until I overheard him ask the teacher if I was bullied in kindergarten and asked the teacher to take care of me.
I remember last May, when my birthday was coming. I really want a panda toy, but I think I have grown up and can't ask for gifts at will, so I didn't tell anyone, just wrote down my wishes in my notebook. On my birthday, my father gave me a panda toy, just what I wanted. I asked my father, "How do you know what I want?" Dad smiled: "I saw what you wrote in your notebook." "Thank you, Dad." My eyes are burning.
Another time, my family was sitting in the car, ready to go for an outing, but I suddenly had a high fever. Dad took me to the hospital without saying anything, running up and down, doing this and that until the fever went down. Only then did I realize my father's eagerness.
Unconsciously, I grew up and went to the fourth grade, but my father grew old day by day. How I wish my father wouldn't get old. One day, I told my father the truth. Father said: "Everyone has to go through birth, illness and death, as long as they live meaningfully." I nodded puzzled.
But I still think every day: Dad, do you know how much I don't want you to get old? Your love for me is incomparable.
Father's love is like a mountain composition 13 Father's love is like a tree, straight and upright, always opening a clear sky for children.
Father's love is like a mountain, lofty and firm, and always open a broad mind for children.
Father's love is like a brazier, red and warm, which will always drive away the cold wind for children.
It is often said that a father loves nothing. Quite right, my father gave me too much concern. But I have done my father too much harm. On the other side of the wound, he still gave everything he could as always. It seems that I have settled a huge sum of money with him in my last life, and I can spend it as much as I want.
That time, I cut my hand when I tried to draw a knife to help, and my blood was like flushing a faucet. I was scared to death by the band-aid-it failed as soon as I touched it. My mother and brother are anxious like ants on hot bricks-running around and not knowing what to do. Dad quickly wrapped his hands in paper and picked me up and ran to the hospital. As he ran, he said, "It hurts. Be patient. It will be all right soon." Dad takes care of me like a delicate little princess. Until now, I am so moved to think of the scene at that time.
Every day after that, my father called me to look at my hand and said, "You can't get wet now, or you will get inflamed." After a few days, he said, "Almost, the wound is healing. When it is ready, it will be basically fine." A few days later, my father touched my head and said, "Well, the baby is really strong, recovering well and almost ready." Finally, he said happily, "All right, all right, all right." My father helps me change the band-aid every day. When my hands were bad, my father changed a dozen band-AIDS and refused to let me do anything. Sometimes he washes my face in the morning! I really appreciate the greatness of my father's love. A word of concern is refreshing and warm-hearted.
My words cannot express my father's deep love. My father's love taught me how to love and care for others.
Father's love is a crutch, which makes us fall less on the road of life.
Father's love is an umbrella that keeps us from getting wet in the heavy rain.
Father's love is a book, which makes us know how to forgive others by forgiving ourselves.
Father loves mountains. Composition 14 Father loves mountains and mother loves water. Magnificent mountains can give you the best support and the best safety. Clear and bright water can make you cool and comfortable. Although I live in a smoky city, I have a beautiful home. /kloc-In a house of more than 0/00 square meters, there is room for "mountains" to rise from the ground and "rivers" to fall from the sky. Among them, there is an inconspicuous small "mountain" that has moved me to this day.
This "mountain" appeared on a quiet and beautiful night, tall and hidden. One night, I was playing a game with Duke Zhou, and I was suddenly awakened to see my father's tall figure in the dark. I was very different when I suddenly saw my father bend down to pick up the pillow that had fallen out of bed and put it back under my head. Then carefully kick me to the bed and open the quilt, help me cover it and cover it tightly. Don't forget to check whether the window is closed before you leave. After all, he left my room silently. At this time, I am like a soldier who just escaped from danger, and I can't say a word. My father gets up early every day and goes to work in the East District. He also works part-time as a lawyer and often goes to other places to handle affairs. I don't know how to repay my father's kindness in checking the night.
We can't repay our parents' care and dedication in any way. Parents gave us life, took care of our growth and gave us everything they had. Can we bear to make them feel cold? Thinking of this, I can't help but pick up the pen and paper in my hand and write a thank-you letter: Dear parents, you have worked hard for me. I can't repay you and often make you angry. I will definitely repay you. I really want to say loudly: "I love you!" " Seeing this letter, my parents were very happy and said to me seriously, "If you can correct your mistakes, you are a gentleman. My parents hope that when you grow up, you will learn to be grateful and become a pillar of the country and society. "
I was deeply moved by my parents' words. Their love for us is the most selfless love in the world. They love us more than themselves. Students, let us learn to be considerate of our parents!
I can be brave, too, because I used to be timid, and now I have to practice courage. I think I will be happy to do something I have never done before and play with the small animals in the community. This is not what I thought.
One morning, I asked my friends to go to the store below with me to buy snacks and eat them while walking. We have run out of snacks. I saw a lovely kitten by the tree. It is very docile. I saw it was hungry. I just had a dollar left in my pocket, so I went to buy it a bag of dried fish.
My friend asked me if I dared to catch this kitten. It just occurred to me that this can prove that I am not very timid. I nodded and took immediate action to catch the cat. However, I didn't expect cats to be smart and light. Even if its hands and feet are placed at will, I can't catch it.
Almost, almost, haha, I caught the cat. Seeing the cat staring at me, I quickly put it on the ground. It thinks I'm a bad person.
It is snow-white, with strong limbs and a charming wagging tail. The more I watched it, the more I liked it. I kept it for a day. I see a circle around its neck. I thought it was a cat with its owner, so I returned it to its owner.
After that, I went home to watch TV. Suddenly, someone knocked at the door. I moved a chair and stood behind the door. Through the small hole in the door mirror, it turned out to be an old man. Take a closer look. Hey, it's my grandma. She is holding a lunch box. Oh, grandma brought me food. I opened the door with joy, took the lunch box and said, "Hello, grandma, it's good to send me food." Grandma said: "A person should be bold at home, and don't be afraid." With that, she left.
After these two things, I have a little courage. I am happy, so I can be brave.