Father's love 1 year goes by like water. At that time, I only dyed my father's hair silver, and I realized that my father's silence was for me and my mother, for this family. I vaguely remember when I was a child, I liked to snuggle in my mother's arms and listen to my parents. Father seldom talks, but always listens to his mother and drinks tea thoughtfully. So I wonder, dad doesn't like to talk?

Gradually, I grew up. Vaguely, I seem to understand why my father is silent. Maybe he didn't want his mother to worry too much.

Because I found that my father always solved things silently and rarely let my mother know. Father didn't want to worry his mother, so he kept silent. And when my mother sometimes tells my father, my father will listen quietly, remember things and do them seriously. Father doesn't want to upset mother. So my father kept silent.

I read my father's silence. It turns out that his father's silence is considerate to his mother, a responsibility he thinks a man should have, and a sense of family responsibility.

I went to junior high school and went home only once every half month. Facing me, my father's habit is to change. He remained silent.

When I go home, my father will remember to buy food. But when I eat, I never give it to me. Just quietly watching my mother bring me food, and then smiling. Father's silence is because he sees the warmth of home.

Buy clothes, and dad will go out with us. But when choosing clothes, he just brought us clothes, silently watched us buy them, and then paid the bill. Father's silence is because he saw the happiness of his family.

My father will drive me to school, but in the car, it is always my mother who nags. He just drove and didn't say a word. Just listening to my mom talking to me. Father is silent because he is responsible for the safety of his family.

Every time I get off the bus, my father always helps me with my things. Listening to my mother's nagging, my father always looks at me meaningfully. In silent eyes, I can always see a feeling of not being silent.

I understand my father's silence. He was silent because he knew that my mother was very worried about me. He was silent because he wanted to give her more time to see me. He was silent because he was a little reluctant and worried.

"Silence is golden." A philosopher said this. But when I read my father's Silence, I realized that silence is not only gold, but also a lasting feeling. It is my father's consideration for my mother, my father's concern for me and my father's love for this family.

My father loves someone, and I will never forget his love for me. His love is more precious than gold, and I will never forget it. He is my father. I remember once, after I finished my homework, I took a bag of potato chips and watched TV while eating. Suddenly, the TV went black, and my father took my potato chips. I said angrily, "What are you doing? Give me back my potato chips! " Dad said, "I want to eat, too!" "He said, while putting a large piece of potato chips in his mouth. I quickly took another pack of snacks to eat. Dad grabbed it again and said proudly, "you can't eat snacks until you finish that Olympic math problem." "I have racked my brains and failed to make it. Dad came over and patiently explained to me. I finally succeeded. At this moment, a pack of snacks appeared in front of me. Actually ... it was handed over by my father: "You eat! I finished the fatherly love in one minute.

Another time, after school, I forgot to bring my Chinese home. This assignment needs a language document! I have to tell my father about it. Dad listened, scolded me, and then hurried out of the house. After a while, I heard the sound of "Hua". It turned out to be raining. At this time, a strong wind blew outside, freezing me to death! I am busy closing the window. Through the glass window, I saw my father riding a bicycle on the highway in the strong wind. What is dad going to do? I am very puzzled. I don't know how long it took before my father came back. His head. My clothes are all wet, and I have a Chinese book in my hand. It's new! Still wet! Isn't this love?

Dad's love is an endless mountain road: a pearl that all money can't buy; It's a book you'll never finish reading. Dad, I love you! Forever and ever.

Father loves 3 others always say, "Father is a big tree that blocks the wind and rain." Hearing this sentence, I remembered my father's deep love.

Once, I came home from school. On a sunny day, a strong wind suddenly blew and it rained heavily. Dad and I ran back, but it was too late. We didn't bring an umbrella, so we had to run back in the heavy rain. I was running when I suddenly found that it didn't seem to rain. I looked up, it was my father's coat! I looked at my father. He was naked and had no coat. Dad took off his warmest coat to shelter me from the rain. When I got home, I was not very wet, but my father was soaked to the skin. I quickly asked: "Dad, you are soaked, are you cold?" Put it on quickly ... "Before I finished, my father said," No! I am not cold! You wear it! It is easy to get sick if you don't wear it! " Hearing this, I felt my heart suddenly warm up. Like the sunshine in spring, my father's love warms my young heart. ...

Another time, when I was writing a composition, the sound of cartoons came from outside the door. My brain is exhausted, and I can't help it any longer. Just when I wanted to go out and have a look, my father appeared. He said seriously, "Don't watch TV! Mom, turn off the TV! Watching TV will distract you! Then you can't write a good work! " Dad slammed the door. Originally, I thought my father was fierce and annoying ... but now my grades are good and I feel how much my father cares about my study. Let me not watch TV, as if I care about my study ... thinking about it, I remember that after I got good grades, my father's serious expression disappeared from my mind, and only my father's amiable smile was in my mind. ...

Father's love is invincible He overcame my difficulties and warmed my body ... I'm afraid I'll never forget the love my father gave me.

Father's love 4 There are two kinds of best love in the world, one is maternal love, which is gentle. The other is called fatherly love, which is kind. A father's love for his children is always in his mouth and hidden in his heart. My father's love for me is ordinary in others' eyes, but great in my heart!

My father works in other places and rarely comes back, but he often calls me to say hello: Have you eaten? Have you finished your homework? It's a little cold. Put on some clothes. In the eyes of my father, I will always be a child. My father just cares about me all the time. My father's nagging sometimes annoys me. until one day

Since one night. I had a fever that night. I had several injections in the clinic and soon recovered. One morning, my leg was very painful. In the afternoon, my parents took me to the central hospital for a blood test, and the test results came out. But there are more acidic granulocytes, which may lead to polio. The doctor told me to walk less and exercise less. After learning this situation, it seems that God gave me a blow. Tears swirled in my eyes. My eyes seem to have changed a layer of gauze. The doctor gave dad a list with the names of drugs for injection. Dad put me on the bus and comforted me all the way; Jessica Hester Hsuan is not afraid. The doctor deliberately frightened the students. Let's go home and have a few injections and rest for a few days. Really? I asked doubtfully. Dad said with a smile; Of course, when have you ever seen dad lie to you? I know my father gave me comfort, but I can see his sadness from his eyes.

In those days, my father carried me upstairs and downstairs. Every time I came home, my father was sweating and panting, but my father didn't complain. Under the careful care of my father, my condition has gradually improved, and now I can run and jump, thanks to one person-my father.

At that time, I felt a deep fatherly love; I feel the warmth of my relatives and the thoughtfulness of my father. Let me say a word to my father affectionately; Dad, thank you for your concern and encouragement.

Father's love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard in appearance and soft in heart; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.

My father is silent, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, when I was uncomfortable all night, my father asked, "What's the matter with you?" I said, "I'm fine, but I'm a little sick." Dad quickly picked up the thermometer and measured it for me. He carried a bag and me on his back, and rushed to the car to take me to the hospital. The doctor looked around and gave the medicine to my father. He quickly gave me the medicine and asked me if I was better. I saw my father so gentle and said softly, "OK … OK!" " "After careful treatment by the doctor and careful care by my father, my illness finally recovered. Every time I think of this scene, my heart is warm.

My father looks cold on the outside, but he is gentle with me. I remember that on my birthday, my mother and sister came, but my father was working hard for his company. I am sad and sad to think: will dad come back? Suddenly, the doorbell rang, which made my sad heart feel much better. "I'm back!" I opened my eyes wide and saw my father come back with cakes and presents. I was moved to jump into my father's arms. Only then did I know that although my father was indifferent in appearance, his heart was very soft, and even if he was busy, he would take time to accompany me!

I appreciate my father's love. I want to say to my father loudly, "I like you!" " "

Father's love is a tall tree. Let me grow up under your protection, shelter me from the wind and rain, and block the ubiquitous dangers in life for us.

I remember going swimming with you in the northeast. That was the first time I came to the adult swimming pool. I am so excited. I swam deeper and deeper, and soon my foot was dislocated. At that moment, I was very scared. Just as I was about to swim back, I tugged hard and the whole person sank into the water. I struggled desperately in the water, and my heart was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks: it would be over if I couldn't get out. The more I struggle, the more I can't get back to shallow water. Just when I was desperate, a pair of strong hands firmly grasped me and pulled me ashore. I'm still in shock, and I want to say thank you to the person who saved me. I looked up and found it was you. I don't know why, I suddenly burst into tears and couldn't help rushing to hug you. You just touched my head without saying a word and calmed me down gradually.

From then on, I know that your love is incomparable to anything in the world. You never said you love me, but you always pay attention to me silently and protect me. I finally understand the meaning of father's love. So, I want to tell you: "Dad, I love you! You are the pillar of our family and the great hero in my sister's heart and mine. I want to be like you when I grow up. No matter what happens, I will be the pillar of my family. "

Dad, tell you, I love you very much.

Fatherly love 7 Everyone has their own parents, and everyone's parents will be desperate for their children, even their own lives. The so-called father loves mountains, and maternal love is like water. Mother's love is easy, just like adults taking care of babies. Father's love, like Buddha's Wuzhishan, is unstoppable. Father's strict love is really terrible.

For more than ten years, parents have worked hard to bring up our brother and sister, not for the sake of getting piles of money in the future, nor for their own fame, but for our better life in the future. Parents' kindness, not to mention a lifetime, is two lifetimes, and we can't repay it.

Some children know their parents' love and are very sensible; Some children don't cherish their parents' love. They only know how to eat, drink and be merry all day, and even get emotional. What's more, they are angry with their parents. Once upon a time, I was the child mentioned later.

Although I am a girl, I can't study hard. I like playing outside, singing and dancing all day like a boy. Don't ask me to do housework, don't ask me to do homework, just give me money to spend. In this respect, my father is very strict, and everything he says seems to be done with full strength. He looks pale and his eyes are fierce, as if to tear me to pieces. Under such a high-pressure policy, I can only reluctantly give up what I love, bid farewell to colorful friends, and reluctantly return to my desk to read and write. I also learn to do housework, because I really can't cope with my father's righteous words. The thought of him always gives me the creeps. I can only warn my younger brother and myself from time to time, make fewer mistakes and do more good deeds. It is best to be praised by the teacher every day and get 100 points in every exam. In this way, there will be a smile on my father's face and our hearts will be relaxed.

Fatherly love 8 Everyone says that maternal love is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. But I feel that sometimes my father's love is deeper. Dad is like a tree, and my mother and I rest beside him.

There are many poems and songs praising mother, but few praising father. In the eyes of most people, my father is severe and fierce, but my father cares about his family very much. Once, just after school, a classmate said to me, "Today, our family ordered milk again. The bottle in the morning is my mother's and the bottle in the evening is mine, but my father can't decide his share and give it to my cousin. Don't be so nutritious milk, it's stupid! " "Is your father stupid? Isn't this about caring for the next generation? How can you say that? " I said indignantly. The classmate retorted, "My dad, I can say whatever I like. It's none of your business. What are you yelling at me for? " ? Hmm. "Looking at the back of my classmates, my nose is sour and I can say whatever I want. This is the classmate's opinion. This reminds me of what happened at the dinner table.

A few days ago, I cooked my favorite steamed meat at home. It was full of steamed meat, which made my mouth water. Finally, dinner started. My mother and I praised my father's cooking while eating. After dinner, I found that my father only ate dried bamboo shoots and a few pieces of pork under steamed meat. I quickly put some steamed meat in my father's bowl, and my father put the steamed meat in my bowl and said, "Eat more, son." I quickly said, "Dad, you haven't eaten yet!" " "I have eaten a lot. If you don't eat, I will give it to my mother. " I can only try to hold back my tears and swallow my food. Dad looked at me and smiled and said, "That's right."

Father's love is great, we can't ignore it!

Father's love When I was nine or seven years old, one of my teeth was broken and I needed a new one. Dad took me to the hospital for tooth extraction. Along the way, my heart was pounding. Thinking of the cold pliers and the terrible pain, I began to sob, sobbing, "I don't want to have my tooth pulled out, I want to go home ..." "Silly boy, it doesn't hurt as much as you think. The teeth that Dad pulled out when he was a child were not pulled out by professional doctors, but by grandma with silk thread. " Dad's topic aroused my interest and I went to the hospital as soon as I said it. I don't think it's a good idea to pull out teeth.

It hurts.

When I arrived at the hospital, I saw the doctor pulling a tooth, and my mouth was full of blood. I'm scared again, shaking all over, and I don't want to go to the operating table. Holding my father's body, the doctor began to encourage and urge me to go to the operating table quickly. I looked up at my father with tears and begging in my eyes. Dad comforted me with a gentle voice. After you put me on the operating table, you said you were going out to make a phone call.

Lying on the operating table, I closed my eyes and clenched my fist to try my best to relieve the pain. The doctor put pliers in my open mouth and pulled out my tooth, which fell out. The doctor helped me up. I saw my father staring at me outside the window, without calling, and his eyes were full of love.

Those are familiar eyes! That's dad's love!

Fatherly love 10 Some people say that when you are afraid, fatherly love is a stepping stone; When it is dark, father's love is a lamp; When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar. But in my heart, fatherly love is a pair of warm hands.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I only got 76.5 points in the Chinese exam. I walked into the house with a test paper in my hand. I want to sneak into the room so that no one knows about it. But as soon as I opened the door, this 10-year-old door began to make a "squeak, squeak" sound to warn someone to come in or go out. This voice directly exposed my whereabouts. If the door is alive, I want to scold it. I patted it. Hearing this, the father rushed out and asked, "Have you put the Chinese paper? A few minutes? " I didn't say anything. Dad took the test paper, glanced at it and said seriously, "I could have got 95, how could it be so bad!" " "Dad pulled me to the front of the desk, with one hand on the test paper and the other hand on my shoulder. He sighed and said to me earnestly, "Son, it doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam once." Be careful next time! " "Say that finish, he began to solve my problem. I didn't say anything, but I felt my hands on my shoulders getting warmer and warmer, and waves of warm currents flowed into my heart.

In the second exam, I answered carefully according to the method taught by my father, checked it repeatedly, and finally got a good score.

Thanks to my father's education, I will study hard and repay my parents when I grow up.

Father's love 1 1 Mother's love is like water, and father's love is like a mountain. Mother's love for us is selfless, and father's is even more-

My father is tall and busy with his work. He wears rimless glasses and always wears a black or blue jacket. He gave me love, although sometimes it was just a small gift when I came back from a business trip, but this gift was different from what my mother gave me.

Once, my father went to America on business and brought me a book and some dollars. My mother usually buys a pair of beautiful shoes, a dress or a box of exquisite pendants. My father brought some money and books. My father probably didn't quite understand what I wanted, so he brought me his favorite gift according to his idea. Maybe he doesn't know how to express his love.

Father often travels on business and seldom has time to come back. But whenever he is free, he always takes me out for a walk, hoping that I can learn more and relax myself. Once, I accompanied my father to buy clothes. He wants to buy me some books after buying clothes. My mother usually buys me encyclopedias, novels and selected compositions. But my father gave me the choice of five thousand years, Madame Curie and Edison. Maybe because he doesn't know what I like.

Although he doesn't know much about how to express his love for me or what I like, I like all the books he bought. I regard all the gifts he bought as treasures.

This is fatherly love, some unexpected silent love. At least, my father did.

Fatherly love 12 The father in memory is always silent.

When I was a child, I liked to sit on my father's broad shoulders. My father took me all over the world. I'm in trouble. My father's hands are always high, but they end up low. Eyes full of love.

I said I didn't want to grow up, so I could wrap my father's neck all day and let him tell me stories. I said I didn't want to grow up, so I could be spoiled with my father. Let him buy me a lot of things I like; I said I didn't want to grow up, so I could ask my father for a hug. And I, in his arms, sleep quietly; I said I didn't want to grow up, so that he could carry me on his broad shoulders again and watch the whole world. The world on my father's shoulders is so wonderful. I said I didn't want to grow up, so I could enjoy my father's love and be so overbearing.

Father said, no matter how old I am. Even if he becomes someone else's wife, wife and mother of children, he will always be his proud little princess in his eyes.

Father is getting old day by day, and wrinkles climb on his forehead. My father's white hair is getting more and more every day. At this moment, he is still working hard for us to live a better life. He said, as long as I can move myself, I will go all the way. Father's love is always buried in my heart. Although, never say, but all actions have long been silent proof.

Sometimes, love needs to be said. And fatherly love, never make public. This kind of love, we often ignore. Father! In fact, it also needs our heart.

Father's love 13 parents' love is like a towering mountain; Parents' love is like the endless Yellow River; Parents' love is like the supreme treasure; Parents' love is like a burning fire; Parents' love is like the Great Wall of Wan Li, as far as the eye can see.

I remember once, when I went to the school team for training, Yang Zongbei and I bumped into each other and immediately got a bag on our head. When my father learned about it, he immediately left all his jobs and drove over. Seeing the bag on my head, my father said to me in tears, "Are you all right?" "Then, he wiped his tears and scolded me:" You don't train well, what are you running around for! " "At that time, I was very dissatisfied with my father. When I got home, I was still upset.

That night, I have been holding a grudge against it, lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. So, I closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly. Just when I was about to fall asleep, my father came over and touched my forehead habitually. At this time, my father knew that I had a fever and immediately picked me up and walked away. It was raining outside at that time. Dad only wore a thin shirt and ran to the nearest hospital. When we arrived, the hospital had moved away. Then we ran downstairs and drove to the nearest hospital. We went to another hospital and the doctor took my temperature. The doctor said, "You have a fever of 39 degrees." However, the doctor gave me an antipyretic, and I was fine, which relieved my father's worry. Then, when we left, the doctor took my father and me to the car with an umbrella, and my father and I quickly thanked him.

You say: Father's love is not a towering mountain; Father's love is not the flowing Yellow River; Father's love is not a burning fire; Isn't fatherly love the supreme treasure?

Father's love 14 in my home, my mother's love is deep, and my grandfather's love is also deep, but my father's love is great, and my father gives me a feeling that I can rely on.

Dad used to repair toys for me, no matter what toys. Once, I was studying hard all semester. My father bought me a Lego toy and always wanted it. I was very happy, and I felt as happy as winning a million dollars. However, there are unexpected events in the sky, and people are doomed. The day before the summer vacation, my father accidentally fell off the carriage while covering the tarpaulin, resulting in broken legs and heels. Mom didn't tell me at that time. When I found out, I had to go to the hospital. My father is still so strong. Although my father is broken, he still gives me a sense of dependence. On the day of the operation, my mother and I waited anxiously outside. My eyes were wet with tears when my father came out. At that time, I felt that my father was very kind to me, so I always wanted to cry.

Upstairs, I always feel uncomfortable when I look at my father. I went out and cried outside the door for a while. My grandmother and others also came to comfort me, and my heart was much better. Now, my dad has recovered quickly and the medicine line has been removed. The doctor said he could go to the fields in a few months.

I just hope my father will get better soon, but my father's love can't continue.

Fatherly love 15 Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard in appearance and soft in heart; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside. My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my father caught a cold because of overwork in this family. Although it's not very serious, I have a bad cough. My mother and I are worried about my father. Mother washed the newly bought rock sugar Sydney and put it in a pot for stew. Because rock candy Sydney can relieve cough. After a while, my mother took the rock sugar Sydney into my father's room. My mouth is watering because this is my favorite food. Seeing my mother coming out, I sneaked into the room. I saw my father lying in bed and asked, "Can I have some rock candy Sydney?" Father replied, "Yes, but hurry up, or mother will find out." Then he coughed a few times. I began to gobble it up and ate it all after two or three times. Suddenly, my mother came over and saw that I had finished eating the rock candy Sydney for my father. She said to me, "You are a child. This is for your father." My father said to me, "The child is still young, let him eat more." Isn't there a rock candy Sydney? "After listening to these words, I suddenly realized that my mother was right. This rock candy Sydney is really for my sick father. But my father knew I liked it, so he gave it to me. That's very kind of you, father. In my heart, you are the greatest father in the world!