I am a bird, and my father's love is the sky. I fly under the care of my father. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.

My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.

I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. Then I heard Wu Weiwei say, "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" "When I walked out of the classroom, I saw my father smiling with a cotton-padded jacket in his hand and said," Come on, put it on. "I put on a cotton-padded jacket, and my body is warm and my heart is warmer. Father said, "Pay attention later." I smiled and nodded. When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my father walked away with a smile.

Another time, I cheated my mother in trouble outside. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw this, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to his mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way to educate them, so be reasonable to them. After all, they are still children. " My father told me a lot of reasons and persuaded me to admit my mistake.

I grow up day by day and know that I should be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.

I have a good father who lets me know what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life!

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Remember that day, you told me; A girl aged 15 was buried in the ruins, and the girl's father rescued her alone within 1 1 hour. The girl hugged her father tightly after being rescued. The first thing she said was, "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that before the earthquake, father and daughter had a quarrel, so ...

After listening to this story, I was shocked and moved, and a feeling of gratitude came to me.

Please remember:

When I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I thanked you and smiled happily in my sleep.

When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You are very excited. I thank you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.

When I was three years old, you held me, held me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief. I thank you for practicing repeatedly and finally learning to walk.

When I was four years old, I was afraid to take medicine. That time, because I didn't take medicine, you hit me, my handprint was printed on my * * *, and I cried. You feel bad and bought me a Transformers. I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time.

When I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten. You sent me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and unite with the children." I thanked you, and I was often praised by the teacher, saying that I was obedient.

When I was seven years old, I entered the first grade of primary school. You told me to go to school by myself. You told me to study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, but you accompany me to review. I repay you by always trying to escape and play.

When I was eight years old, I got the certificate of "Learning Activist" on June 1st. You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts.

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Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am fourteen years old and have entered the gate of middle school. Look at you-I have a lot of silver threads on my head.

But your love is not old. Your love is like a colorful halo, covering my side. It silently gives me strength and warmth.

Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be differences and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you, and I don't even like you. However, a father is a father, after all, it is your father.

Let's take a short time to pay tribute to this man named "Dad" and say "thank you" to him. Although he sometimes can't say it in person, he always accompanies me, listens to my boasting, tells stories and tells sad stories. ...

You are by my side, watching me grow up, learning to be strong and independent.

Father, always caring for me, protecting me and giving me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father's love is as strong as a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; Selfless dedication, silent support, strength is like a mountain. ...

Dad, I know, you also have troubles, you also have pressure, and you will be tired. So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad!

Father likes fragrance.

When it comes to love, the first thing that comes to mind is maternal love. Mother's kind smile, caring nagging and careful care always move us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to be ignored, because unlike maternal love, fathers often leave behind hard-working backs and serious faces. Beneath what we can see on this surface, there is something that is easily overlooked and smells refreshing in the dark-love.

One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father go for a walk in the park. Birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed to a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "It's a thrush." The father asked again, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "Thrushcross." The father asked, "What is this?" Middle-aged people think that it may be that their father is old and his ears are not working well, so they say, "It's a thrush." But he kept asking the same question ... and so on. At the first 10, the middle-aged man got impatient and shouted, "It's a thrush. Don't ask! " Father is calm, and he has no intention of being angry with his son at all. He said in a loving tone, "Thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I brought you here. I was very excited because of curiosity and kept asking' what is this?' Twenty-five times, and every time I patiently answered,' It's a thrush. Because I think you are young and curious! "At this time, my son jumped on his father and cried like a child.

Every time I see a picture of a child leaving home to make a living on TV, my mother will cry in a low voice and exhort one sentence after another, while my father always just says, "Well, it's time to go." So plain, who knows how much pain and love these words contain in this short sentence? He wanted to cry, but he didn't. His love blooms silently, only smelling a faint fragrance.

Father loves nothing.

When I was a child, I always thought that there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. My mother can take me anywhere I want to go, buy my favorite food, and help me wipe my tears when I cry ... but I only personally feel that fatherly love is as great as maternal love. ...

When I was a child, my father always ran around in his career and rarely asked me. I used to envy other people's fathers. I can tutor my children and give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently.

However, since my first day in junior high school, my father has been more concerned and more strict with me. He bought me a lot of review materials and studied in sync with me. He is both my classmate and my teacher. I help him with his English, and he helps me with my math. We learn from each other and improve each other. My father seems to be a different person, so he cares about me and loves me. For me, he accompanied me to study late into the night. For me, he waved to the computer; For me, he even withdrew from many parties ... Seeing my father's gray temples, my heart was crying.

Looking back, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. I complain that my father can't spend more time with me, that my father doesn't often help me with my studies, and that my father … is too much, too much! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. In the past, my father didn't love me, but he gave me unknown and unobtrusive love. My father told me stories and taught me how to be a man. He loves me. Buy me a lot of toys, he loves me; In order to let me go to school, he rushed to his career and he loved me. When I fell, he encouraged me to stand up and become strong. He loves me ... now think about it, my father has paid too much love for me and this family.

At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking about my father's wrinkles, thinking about my father's white temples, tears could not help but flow down my eyes and wet my pillow again and again.

Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, you are my eternal pride!

Pick any one!