Father's love composition 1 water gurgles, flowing from mountains to deep valleys and then to the sea; Birds are singing, singing against the wind in the branches, and building nests among the leaves to keep warm. The mountain gives the water the power to rush into the sea, and the mountain also gives the birds a forest to settle down in, but the mountain is silent and silently pays for all this.
Father's love is like mountains after mountains, and his love is silent. We can hear many people say that they can't feel their father's love in their lives, and sometimes they wonder, does father really love them? When we have such doubts, we might as well let ourselves feel our father's love with our heart.
Who is it, going out early and returning late every day, propping up our home with both hands; Who is it, never took the trouble to drag his tired body back from the outside; Who can always meet our little wishes inadvertently? We might as well look for answers from life.
Father's love is silent, just like a mountain can send running water to the sea, so that birds can settle down comfortably. This is the way that mountains love clear springs in the mountains and lovely birds. As everyone knows, our father is also in life, silently dedicating himself to us. My father tried his best to make our life better with his own hands, leaving us a beautiful environment. Although fatherly love is far less delicate and remarkable than maternal love. However, my father's love for us is not necessarily weaker than my mother's love for us.
Only when we feel our father's love with our heart can we feel that his love for us is so majestic and profound. Do you feel your father's love in your life? So, don't say that father ignores us and doesn't love us, but you don't feel it with your heart.
In fact, when we feel our father's love, we can still find his caution in our love. Father always takes us to heart.
Father loves writing. My father often teaches me to be honest and trustworthy. But in recent years, I have found that my father can also lie.
I remember one night during the Spring Festival, my parents and I sat in front of the TV and watched TV. Suddenly, my father's cell phone rang. He picked up the phone and saw it was a strange number, so he ignored it. Later, he called one after another. It seems that father is really impatient. He picked up the phone, listened, and then said in that voice, "Yes, yes." "Well, I don't know-"Then I hung up. After listening to it, I was puzzled: huh? My father didn't always teach me to be honest, but today my father broke his promise and lied-I asked my father a lot of questions. My dad said, "An uncle wanted to intercede with my dad and give him a gift. My dad didn't like it, so he deliberately lied to him that I was not at home." .
About an hour later, there was a knock at the door outside. I quickly ran to open the door and opened it. It turned out to be an uncle. He saw a bag in his hand, as if it contained cigarettes. He also said politely, "Excuse me, is Mao Da there?" As soon as I heard it, I knew he was looking for his father. Later, my father got up from the sofa, walked to the door and whispered, "If you have something to do, talk about it in the office tomorrow!" " After that, he wanted to close the door, but the uncle said, "Hey, Mao Da, look, it's the New Year, too. This is a little something. " Before saying that, my father shouted at my uncle, "We are not relatives. Don't do this. You want to hurt others. In any case, I won't accept this gift. If you don't take it away from me, I will help you. "
After my uncle left obediently, I asked my father why he was so angry today. Father patiently explained: "If you accept expensive gifts from others at work, it is illegal to do well.". So dad said it was harmful for him to send something, and of course he was angry! " Oh, today, I finally understand why Dad was angry because he lied.
Father loves me and has a good father. He has black hair, a square face, thick eyebrows, big eyes, a high nose and a little big mouth. Growing up, my father gave me too much love.
He is a kind and caring father who loves to help others, study, think, work and work hard.
I remember once, my father took me to the Grand Hotel for dinner. As soon as my favorite fish came up, I immediately stood up and stretched out my chopsticks to catch it. My father grabbed my hand and pinned me to the ground. After he gave the fish to my grandma, grandpa, grandpa and grandma, he let me eat the fish. I thought unhappily: Hum, dad doesn't love me at all!
On the way home from dinner, I kept muttering about it. Dad asked me gently, "What's the matter with you, baby?" I said unhappily, "Dad, you don't love me at all. Why not let me eat fish first? " Dad said to me, "Son, filial piety comes first." I don't understand: "What does this sentence mean?" My father touched my head and patiently explained, "This sentence means that in all things, filial piety to the elderly should be the first." Then my father told me many reasons. The next day, my father cooked me some favorite meals and smiled and said to me, "Baby, this is all for you!" " "Now I know that my father loves me the most.
Another time, one night in winter, I caught a cold and felt very uncomfortable. Dad burned my forehead. He is very anxious. He picked me up and ran to the hospital. After running for a while, he stopped to take off his cotton-padded coat and put it on for me. I asked him, "Dad, are you cold?" Dad ran and said, "You are not cold, Dad is not cold!" " "My nose is a little sour, because I know it will be cold without cotton-padded clothes in winter, but my father says he is not cold unless I am cold. I lay on my father's back and silently said to myself, "Dad, I love you! " "
Now, you know, this is my father and this is my father's love. People often sing "Only mother is good in the world". In fact, fatherly love is also great!
Father's love is like a mountain, and his love is like a spring. His care is reflected in every drop.
It is said that my father loves nothing, but my father always talks about love, as if I would forget his love. No, as soon as I lifted my rice bowl, he put it in my ear and said, "Keke, dad really loves you! The meat on this fish's stomach is too nutritious. Eat, eat quickly. " With that, he has put a big piece of plump mandarin fish meat in my rice bowl and pressed it down hard. ...
I always think that my dad is just a rag and is bossed around by others, so my attitude towards him is always: go, go, go, stay there and be cool, and do nothing.
But not long ago, his words made me feel that he was not what I thought.
The thing is, I was doing my homework when my mother came in and said, "Baby, do you want something hot?" "Drink!" I just responded briefly. Soon, my mother brought in a bowl of chicken soup. There is a golden oil bead floating on the chicken soup, and orange soup is under the oil bead. There are also rich chicken legs in the soup, which makes my mouth water. So, I wrote a word and took a sip of soup; Take a sip of soup and write a word ... that's really comfortable.
But it won't last long! I don't know when my father came in, took the soup bowl and left without saying a word. I repeatedly shouted, "What? What's the matter? I haven't eaten yet. " But he said, "You can't do your homework half-heartedly." I replied, "Drink soup and do your homework!" " Dad asked, "What about efficiency? Don't waste time. Time is the most precious and wasteful. " After speaking, dad has walked out of the study.
My heart was shocked to see my father resolutely walk out of the back of the study. I suddenly feel that fatherly love is not as gentle as maternal love, but it is heavy and weightier, as cold as a mountain, and it also needs us to look up and think like a mountain.
Fatherly love composition 5 Among those heavy loves are fatherly love, maternal love and mutual help with classmates, but one thing in fatherly love is still fresh in my memory.
At night, it has reached a more incomplete moment, but the bright moonlight still permeates the whole earth. Clouds in the sky are swaying everywhere, and the stars are faintly discernible. The door closed gently, and a middle-aged man, carrying a hoe, trudged up a blue-gray path, with intermittent coughing from time to time. This is my father.
My father is a farmer to the core. Because mom works outside, some chores at home fall on dad's shoulders. My father gets up early every day and is very busy. I'm really worried about which burden will crush my father, so I often ask him to have a rest, but my father always says, "Nothing, nothing, I'm not tired."
Another night, the air is suffocating. I'm reviewing for the mid-term exam. Suddenly, my door opened, and my father came over gently and whispered to me, "Is it hot?" I'll get you a glass of water. "I nodded my head. Father is very happy, as if it were his pleasure to pour water.
It's midnight. Father opened the door and said, "Go to bed early. I will cut the wheat tomorrow, which may affect you. " Say that finish, father gently closed the door again. There are several plots of land in my home, and the terrain is relatively low, so the harvester can't go in to harvest, so at this time of year, my father always rushes to cut. It's true: "Tian's family is idle, and people are twice as busy in May."
After reviewing my lessons, I was about to go to bed when I suddenly thought that the only sickle at home was rusty. Tomorrow morning, dad will grind it hard again, so tired. Why not?
I turned off the light and quietly opened the door. My father has fallen asleep. His snoring came from the room, so familiar and heavy. I found the sickle and grindstone, poured some water and began to sharpen the knife. After a while, his forehead was full of sweat. After grinding the knife, I went to bed.
When I came home from school at noon, my father shouted at me, "Who told you to sharpen your knife!" " "I just stood there, staring at my father. He seemed to avoid me on purpose and never looked into my eyes. I know my father loves me. Later I found a drop of water in front of my father. His eyes are red. Those are my father's tears! Father is crying!
Father's Love Composition 6 Dante said: "There is a most beautiful voice in the world, and that is the call of mother." In my eyes, the most touching thing is that my father loves me.
Seven days of long campus life made me miserable and exhausted. Every night, I take a shower in a hurry and go to bed; In the morning, I won't get up before 6: 20, I will run in the morning ... alas!
Looking forward to the stars and the moon, I finally look forward to my "liberation day"-I can go home and have a good sleep! On the way home, my eyelids are fighting hard. When I get home and have a good meal, the first thing is not to do my homework, but to have a close hug with my dear bed. As soon as I saw the bed, it was like a bird that flew extremely tired and came home. A fish that had been out of water for too long and was suffocating returned to the sea. Whether I like it or not, I rolled forward in bed, picked up my soft pillow and fell asleep. My father saw it and silently tucked me in. To tell the truth, sometimes he is gentler than his mother!
Then my mother came in. She wanted to give me eye drops: "get up, son." But before the mother finished, her father stopped her: "Shh, be quiet, can't you see the child is sleeping?" Don't wake her, I won't drop any eye drops today. ""How can I do that? "Mom retorted." What does it matter if you miss a drop? ""all right. "My mom is out, and my dad is sitting by my bed reading quietly. Actually, I wasn't asleep at that time! Dad's sentence "Shh, be quiet ..." makes my heart warm! Soon, I fell asleep I like to do "broadcast gymnastics" when I sleep, which makes the quilt messy, but that night, I slept soundly. Maybe every time my father gets up in the middle of the night, he takes the trouble to tuck me in!
Maternal love is strong, which Duncan said; And fatherly love is silent and unobtrusive, which is what I said.
My childhood was as colorful as candy paper. First of all, I want to express my gratitude to my father.
My father is taciturn. I seldom see him smile. It seems that he is so unreasonable, but I know in my heart that Dad loves me very much. My father never disliked me because I was a girl. He always gives me everything. I clearly remember that when I was very young, every time I cried, my father would hide his hand behind my back, and when he reached out again, there would always be a few more sweets in his hand. When I saw the candy, I burst into tears and smiled, and my father laughed with me. For me, my father keeps his love and my happiness in his palm.
As time goes by, I grow up. I am no longer that easy-to-satisfy child, because the growing pains will not leave because of a few sweets. I face many things, but my father is still my father.
When I learned to ride a bike, I was always clumsy, wobbly and fell down. So, I want to give up. It was my father who kept encouraging me and holding my car so that I didn't fall. When I could drive a car, my father let me learn to be independent. My father's palm has been transmitting strength to me and giving me a kind of spiritual support.
One night at dinner, my family was sitting together watching TV. I see a man's hands like dried bark, and I want to know what his father's hands are like. I told my father that I wanted to see his hands. Father said shyly, "What's so beautiful about hands?" I held my father's hand when he wasn't looking. Father smiled and said, "You are really disobedient, child." I also smiled and said, "Your palm is so thick, why didn't you hit me?" Father said, "You are my daughter, how can I have the heart to hit you?" . I want to teach you to be a man, but not by force. "As soon as I heard this, my nose ached and my tears came out. My father has done so much for me. I must follow my father's instructions and be a useful person.
Father, thank you for holding me in the palm of your hand and for your hidden love.