Father's Love Essay Part 1
Dad, is a very gentle man. Since my mom is working abroad, my food and living are arranged by my dad. Recently, he has been very busy taking my grandparents over to take care of me. When I remember, my father's big hands held me and taught me to walk. Then a little older, I often climbed on my father's shoulders to play, on his knees to listen to his fairy tales, and now in elementary school, especially in the winter morning, do not want to climb out of the warmth of the quilt, my father lifted me up, and was always called by my father: lazy piggy, happy baby. That year, when I was in the first grade of elementary school, I had a high fever at 12 o'clock at night. I night 12 o'clock high fever, shivering, teeth hit the cackle, Dad began to touch my forehead, gave me a fever medicine, has been back down. That night, only Dad, Dad anxious, tears in the eyes in the spinning, and constantly comfort me, and ready to go to the hospital things, 1:00 a.m., Dad on my back, walked 4 miles to the county hospital emergency department, gave me a hanging water, and soon the fever down, I have peacefully fall asleep, but Dad was tossed by me overnight, the next day to me to do the hospitalization, observation and treatment in order to prevent the recurrence of the disease. But when I did something wrong, my dad gave me a look that made me realize how to correct it. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at me, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at me. Once, it was the summer days, Dad went to work, I finished my homework early, Dad gave me to buy the art of paper-cutting book to see, I cut the cut, annoyed, I cut a big hole in the window screen, Dad came back from work, saw, simply said I, pay attention to the future can not do similar silly things. Dad gave me a feeling like the sky, wide enough to let me fly free; Dad gave me a feeling like the earth, big enough to let me rest assured that I can snuggle. Some small things in life, reflecting my father's love for me! The ending reaches a climax!Father's Love Essay Part 2
Often overlooked by us, the more ordinary he appears - "father's love". The father's love is like a mountain, he is silent and steady. In the second grade of elementary school, the first day of school, I was excited to put the bag into the father's bicycle frame, and the father came out, waved his hand and looked at the yard outside the road with his eyes, I probably understand the meaning of the father, my heart is very complicated. I looked at the road and could not help but walk toward it, I looked back at my father, then I was sure of my father's meaning: walk to school! I walked with heavy steps in the school road, and "lost" two words like the old in my face, still can not throw off, can not be shaken off, along the way I think a lot of questions: does not my father love me? Am I not his flesh and blood? Why did he let me come to school alone? Why did you let me come to school alone? This is why I didn't realize that I had come to school, looking at the other students with envy made me not want to enter the school, I don't know why? I still walked into the school, the teacher stood in front of the class, greeted every student and parent with a smile, sitting on the seat of my mind, my father's wave of the hand can not disappear, then I heard the teacher point my name and said: "From a young age, you have developed the habit of independence, it's really good." I also look embarrassed. This time, I forgave my father. Seven years later, I once again felt that my father did not love me. A while ago, my father's pay was much higher, the store was much busier, I was forgotten, I was lying in bed, hoping for a painful and happy event. The next day I got my wish - I had a fever, and it was quite high. My father was in a hurry to carry me to the hospital in the morning, there was no car on the way, as if in a dream, but I felt my father's so stable and hard, I think the back of this back is not only a family but also a responsibility, I feel the taste of happiness. After the fever, my father also cared more about me, I was no longer forgotten. Father's love is like a mountain, it is always silent, steady, deep. Father's love is a great power, I finally read the father's love, also read the father.Father's Love Essay Part 3
In my impression, my father was always very strict, with his hands behind his back, always looking at me with that kind of strict gaze, no matter what I do, as long as I do not do well, it will always be replaced by a reprimand. I don't understand what I do is already the most perfect I can do, but I can never get a word of praise from him. Today it was the same. I went home late, because the school things, Dad said the latest not more than six o'clock home, but today, I went home ten minutes late, when I went home, the sky is already very dark, I and my classmates in the road to talk about the day to go home. My classmates laughed and said to me: "You usually do not go home so late, today you go home so late your father will not scold you ah?" I thought about it and said: "I don't think so, after all, it's because of the things in the school." Although I think so in my heart, but after returning home, I know that things are not as simple as I thought after returning home, I saw my father's stern face. Dad back me, some of the veins in his hands exposed, I can see that Dad is very angry. "Why do you come home so late." The father's tone of voice is not mixed with the slightest bit of emotion. I was a little scared, but I answered: "Because the teacher asked me to put out a blackboard paper and I came home late." In fact, the teacher called me back at 5:30, but I was greedy to play, think as long as the teacher as a shield, Dad will not reprimand me, but I thought wrong, very wrong "I have not told you, no matter what the situation, can not be more than six o'clock back, tonight is not allowed to eat." After that, Dad went inside, leaving me alone outside the house, and I couldn't help but cry "Why why why! I was only a little late coming home! Why should I be punished! I have nothing to do with you!" All of a sudden, my tears burst, can not help but keep flowing I do not know, Dad did not eat, in the window has been watching me. After a while, my tears seem to flow dry, no longer flow out, just a small sob. "Come in." I suddenly heard a voice said to me, I raised my head, looked at the stern face, the face of the eyes are full of blood, temples and a few strands of white hair I have never looked carefully at my father, in my impression, my father's appearance is only present in the two words of majesty, stern, at that moment, suddenly felt that my father aged a lot in this moment, I seem to suddenly understand my father, the tears and again flowed down again!These are the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in a position to make a difference.
Father's Love Essay Part 4
Father, for more than a decade, as always, accompanied me around, giving me warmth, but I have been unable to read, read his strictness to me, but also read the love hidden in it. "Father's love is like a mountain," which is the most important words, since childhood, remember in the heart, but every time the father's words and deeds and its comparison, the heart is only incomprehensible. My father has been strict with me since I was a child. From the time I remember, every exam, the paper should be handed over to him in the first time. His eyebrows will only relax when I scored a perfect score, in my failure, when the mood is low, but also tightly locked eyebrows, a reprimand to me. Originally low mood, in this my closest person's merciless scolding, more cold down. The heart of the grievances, and even despair, so that I do not understand, do not understand why in my most need a person to comfort is the time, the father, the closest person, will be so, so in my heart to give me a fatal blow, I do not understand. The winter vacation, this should be laughing holiday, in the middle of the pressure of the examination, covered with a layer of cold gray. I finally decided to study in Beijing, not with my father back to his hometown to visit his family to walk the streets, so the heart of a cross, came to rest in the living room in front of his father. I explained the reason. Has been lowered my head, said the idea, looked up at my father, in this glimpse, my father is tightly frowned, two lips pursed, pale covered his two lips, but as if no focus, some laxity - this is a period of silence. A long time after the silence, I stood legs a little sore, head has been lowered, heard my father took a deep breath, has been long sigh, my father stood up: "how, stand tired, sit down." Then walked into the kitchen. I felt only amazed in my heart. Soon after I sat down, a low exclamation came from the kitchen. Not knowing what was wrong with my father, I asked, "What's wrong, Dad?" "Nothing." My father said, "Nothing. When my father came out, I saw him with a plate of fruit, crystal arranged, my father put it on the table, but I saw the band-aid on my father's hand. My heart was moved, shocked and touched. My father spoke up at this time: "Since you don't want to go back, I'll stay with you in Beijing." My father's lighthearted remark shocked me. I naturally understand why my father was so looking forward to going back to his hometown, it was the "reunion". There is my father's hometown, my father's roots! My father is busy with his work, and now he has given up the only opportunity to go back to his hometown to feel the hometown feeling and to see his mother! He gave up the chance so easily because of my words! Heart "pop" sound, seems to have something broken, I remember my father every time with the old home phone call is glowing, that excited look I have never seen in other times. But now I think I read something. My father looked at me, smiled, and touched my head: "My son has grown up, know how to work hard, I can say what?" Said, my father stood up and walked out of the room, I looked at my father's back, that is not a tall body, the heart to understand, I read my father's love, that hidden deep love, has been tolerating my willfulness, has been looking forward to my good grades. Has been helping me think of what I have done in the past ten years, the heart, only self-blame, guilt, and gratitude. But what can I do in return? Only harder to study to return this love. The world is like this, always read some of the things that are very important to us, but read, bring us, but the guilt, touched and inner regret. Yes, I read it. Father's love, like a mountain, deep, great.Father's Love Essay Part 5
In our side, every day will pass some things, perhaps they look ordinary ordinary, perhaps the thing itself let a person shocked, some will be weeping, touching. In the experience of a shocking event, I felt the father's love is so great, so shocking. That day, Miao Miao sister to go home, we reluctant to say goodbye, but I heard that she will come to see me, I especially cheered, so they sent them all the way. In the car, we talked about each other, joked and laughed, and talked about a lot of fun, and the atmosphere was festive. The second aunt's husband and sister sat in front, I sat in the back with my dads. Because Dad and the driver is a colleague, so the driver always can not help but turn his head to say a few words, and then talk about a lot of interesting things. In hindsight, if the driver had been focused on driving, we wouldn't have had to go through such a harrowing and painful crash. At that time, we were talking in the heat of the moment, but, only to hear a "boom" sound, I lost consciousness, woke up, only four years old, I looked at my mother's face of panic, and excited and frightened aunt, and paralyzed on the floor of the staggering expression of my father, as well as the driver uncle's mouth full of blood! --Fear, horror, pain, all at once, I couldn't help but bawl. I vaguely remember an uncle to carry me out, I saw the ground everywhere is broken glass slag, surrounded by a crowd of people who have been talking. This accident, the second aunt's husband, the driver was hospitalized, the back of my father's hand was injured cracks, everyone went to the hospital every day to visit them. I still remember vaguely that in the split second of the accident, it was my second aunt's husband who used his large body to protect my sister's body in the first place, and it was as if that moment was engraved in my heart, and it seemed to become eternal, and it will always be fixed in my memory, and I will never forget it. That moment, I remember now, can still feel that incomparably great sense of heaven and earth moving father's love, that moment to now, in front of my eyes is still so real, as if within reach, father's love turned out to be so rich and mellow, but also that moment, so that my sister did not suffer too much damage. Father's love is a breeze, blowing into the fog on the road: like a band-aid, treatment of your wounds, is an umbrella to cover the head and face of the raindrops - in your most despondent, will always use the eyes to give you encouragement; in your saddest, will always use words to comfort your soul; in your most painful, with warmth to soothe all your pain. In your most painful time, with warmth to comfort you all the pain. Sometimes, may hit you, train you, but you can find the red eyes hidden in the shaking teardrops, you can cover the cheeks of anger, the silk moving heart sadness? I think you can not see it.The second aunt's husband to Miao Miao sister that all the love, in that moment out, that sacrifice themselves to protect their daughters, that huge body to protect the sister's body in the moment, has become that eternal love.
Father's Love Essay Part 6
Father's love, like spring water, is pure; father's love, like a mountain, is lofty; father's love, like the road is wide. --Title Many people praise mother's love, "mother's love is the greatest power in the world." But you know what? The father's love is equally great. Father's love is also an indelible memory of childhood. Father's Day has come and gone, is planning to give dad what gift. In the end, I remembered my father's usual care for me time and again. It was an evening, I went to the square with my father to walk. Walking in the square of the path, my father told me the story of the ancient battlefield (I like to fight). At this time I really admire my father know so much knowledge, I do not know how he learned when he was a child. Unconsciously, the sun wiped out the last trace of sunset, and then, the stars and the moon also lit up the night. Dad looked at his watch, it was already nine o'clock. Gently patted me, said: "daughter, it's late, we go home!" "Okay!" I quickly agreed. On the way home, Mr. Thunder played a big drum, and Ms. Lightning also appeared in the sky. The wind is blowing, as if it intends to block my way home. It's going to rain soon! I couldn't help but tighten my clothes. But this action was soon noticed by my attentive father. He leaned down and asked me with concern: "Daughter! Why, are you cold?" "Uh-huh." I replied softly. "Then," Dad said, "Come on, daughter! Put Daddy's clothes on!" I was too young to know that much, so I took the clothes from my father and put them on. At that moment, I felt a warmth on my body, and thought to myself--Ha, it's good to have my father around! When I'm cold, he can still give me clothes to wear! It didn't rain, but the wind was blowing harder and harder. Warmed by my father, I continued to walk home with him, humming a happy song. When we got home, I didn't notice anything. But the next day, my father caught a cold. Now, remembering that time, it's funny how naive I was! Father's love is a fire, warm my heart. In the home, the father's love is also spread in every corner. I remember once, I took a language test points, came back very frustrated, began to doubt their own ability. In the evening, I finished my homework, my father pulled me to one side, quietly said to me: "Daughter, what's wrong today? So unhappy?" "I, I language test score," I answered softly. Then, I handed the paper to my father. Dad looked at the paper and said to me, "Look, daughter, this paper, mainly because you wrote the wrong topic for your essay, deducted twelve points. And it's not your fault, the questions on the paper don't make it clear. The rest, the basics, the reading, you did well! You only lost points! In other words, if you don't deduct points for the essay, then you can get points!" Listening to my dad, I felt better. Yes, the score is not important, as long as you do your best to do, it does not matter. So I wrapped my arms around my dad's neck and gave him a big kiss. Father's love is a drum, inspire me to move forward. My father is very concerned about my eyesight and health. Every time I write homework, careful he always set the table, every half hour to let me rest my eyes. He gave me a way to protect my eyes, taught me to turn my eyes, and also bought the book "Seek Medical Help". He gave me health care tips from this book, hoping that I would become healthier. Then, he and I did some sports games, competition push-ups, sports knowledge contest these activities, greatly improved my "health index", so that I have a deeper understanding of sports. Then, he accompanied me to lie on the windowsill, looking into the distance. Then he took the opportunity to tell me about some ancient times. His humorous language, pulling my heart, let me feel the love of my father. In this way, my study efficiency was greatly improved. Not only did my body and mind relax, but I also got rid of the dullness of hard study. Father's love is like a candle, accompany me through life. Father's love is a ray of sunshine, so that your heart even in the cold winter can feel warm as spring; father's love is a clear spring, so that your feelings even if the dust of the years is still pure and clean. In the arrival of Father's Day, we, and what gift can be compared to the deep love of the father? Here, we can only gently say, "Thank you father!"Father's Love Essay Part 7
Father's love is a sturdy umbrella, sunny is a burden, when it rains to know cherish; father's love is a thick cotton shirt, hot desperately want to get rid of, when cold to know the intimate intimate. Father's love is like a song, a first listen to the plain and simple, and then taste to understand the deep love of the song. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good deal on a new product, but I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product, and I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product, and I'm sure you'll be able to get a good deal on a new product. The yellow leaves of the sycamore sway in the wind, and I have a lot of thoughts. My father and I came to the bar, I jumped on it, but I couldn't do any of it. My father said he wanted to try. My father is not tall, middle-aged fat so that the original not thin him more and more fat. Seeing him wearing a black coat, slightly awkwardly walked to the bar, crossed his feet to test the height of the bar, then squatted down on both knees and jumped upward with all his might, but he did not catch it. My father, who had fallen off, looked at me apologetically, then jumped again and caught it! I was really sweating for my father, afraid that he would fall again. My father tried to find a posture, and then began to do: one, two, three, do the fourth, he clenched his teeth, face red, two legs like swimming vigorously upward stirrups, finally did up! The father of the next bar panted and said: "Look at me, not to do up? You try." I will doubtfully go to the front of the bar, jumped hard to catch the bar, but the arm is not strong, just want to pull themselves up, who want to fall from the bar again. Father's face of disappointment flickered, then said excitedly: "Come on, let Dad as your coach, I do not believe that you do not go." So I jumped on the bar again, my father held my upper body with one hand, the other hand to help me swing my legs, but also from time to time shouted the command. I felt my own arm trembling, also felt my father's arms slightly shaking because of the force. Think of my father that is not tall, that fat and many years without exercise body, tears see my father in the autumn wind light?r white hair and full of expectation, an inexplicable force that I finally went up. Down to look at my father again, it was already late in the fall, but he was sweating with a smile of relief on his face. At that moment, a song rang in my heart. A song that inspires people when they are confused, a song that warms them when they are cold. The seemingly plain but deep song belongs to the father, it is always in the time you need to silently sing. Yes, father's love is like a song.Father's Love Essay Part 8
In the noisy city, I am so busy back and forth every day, my family is very poor, reading senior high school I had no choice but to be my father dropped out of school to come to this strange city to work. Now it's been a few years, and I still have a bit of a grudge against my father in my heart. "Tick tock" pocket cell phone rang, I looked at the screen display of the caller contact, hesitated for a while eventually I still picked up the phone, "two son ah, you see this is almost New Year's Eve, you will not come back ah, I remember that you have not been back for a long time. I remember you haven't come back for a long time." The familiar voice came from the phone, sounded very kind, although it is asking but the pleading in the voice is also very obvious. "I don't have time, I won't go back." I do not care about the return sentence. "Good, earn more money, so as not to come back to spend money." Father sighed, the last words actually a little choked. I don't know why my heart actually have a slight pain, think back I also have two or three years did not return home, the father lives alone in the house, and occasionally there are neighbors to help take care of. "Dingdong dingdong" doorbell rang, "Hello, this is your delivery." It was a cold and windy winter, but the courier was still on time. I took over a look, is the old family sent me, open the box, into the eyes of the parents of a jar of pickles, and a few bacon, and finally there is a letter. The letter reads: "Son, don't worry, I'll take care of myself". Only a short sentence, my tears can not help but flow down. I know, this jar of pickles is father's handmade, and this bacon is also.There was a thought that I wanted to go home.
Father's Love Essay Part 9
Life ends with the disappearance of the body, so thoughts become a way to catch up. In the countless fragments, I picked up these fragments and put them together to form a person. --Title People say that a mother's love is easy to understand, and a father's love is like the cloudy weather, is difficult to grasp, but I read it. My father is a strict man. Take that final test. In this exam, my test scores have made significant progress, the teacher also looked at me. I was so happy that I returned home to make my father happy. But my father read my results after not saying a word, sitting in the chair. Slightly fat body, as if a rusty kettle, as long as a heat. Can boil. I don't dare to get close, afraid that it will be a trigger. The gate like mouth, as if the opening, angry words will be like a tidal wave out. I don't understand why this is so. But I didn't dare to ask. But after many days in the mother's conversation to know that my father is not satisfied with my math scores, so angry, every day let me do math exercises. I realized that my father's good intentions, but I was still missing a point to misunderstand him.