Father's love is a high mountain, which encourages me to stand upright even in the most difficult times. Father's love is Beidou, which can help me identify the direction even at night when I can't see my fingers.
Father's love is a big tree, even in hot summer, it will provide me with a shade. Fatherly love is a big umbrella. Even on the stormy road, I will not let a drop of water fall on me.
Father's love is a vast ocean. Even if I accomplish nothing, it will contain me and bring me into his warm chest. Fatherly love is not as considerate as maternal love, and it can be seen everywhere. Usually buried in the bottom of my heart, it will only be revealed at critical moments. His severity sometimes hates iron not to produce, and when you make achievements, he will laugh happily.
Father's love is a crutch, which makes us stumble less in life. Fatherly love is a good word, let's make a correct judgment. Father's love is sunshine, which makes us grow up healthily. Father's love is music, which makes us live a happy life. Father's love is a candle, silently dedicated to us.
2. Write a composition on the topic of "Father loves mountains". My father is an educator. He has classes during the day and prepares lessons at night. He is very busy. But he still cares about me in every way.
Dad has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan with traces of years on his forehead. Eyes bright, nose straight, wearing a pair of 300-degree black-rimmed glasses, a very serious look.
Dad is very concerned about my study. Once, we did a unit test, which was full of topics such as graphic area. I didn't do very well in this unit, so I got a "good". When I got home, I thought my father would blame me. I didn't expect my father to teach me patiently and help me analyze the reasons for my mistakes in the exam.
My father not only cares about my study, but also cares about my life.
Once, I had a nosebleed when I was doing my homework. When my father learned about my situation, he immediately handed me a tissue to wipe my nose and asked me what was wrong. He also specially searched the internet for ways to prevent nosebleeds for me!
Dad's love for me is as tall and honest as a mountain. I will live up to his hopes and repay him with excellent results.
3. Father loves mountains. Some people say that father's love is a book because he is heavy; Some people say that fatherly love is the sea, because it is deep and wide; Some people say that fatherly love is a lily because it is warm, but I want to say that fatherly love is like a mountain!
My father is a farmer to the core. He has no profound culture, no rich income, only a kind heart and only a mountain of love for his children. In my impression, my father is always unsmiling and almost harsh. When other people's children were still listening to stories in their father's arms, I began to read and write under his supervision; While other people's children are enjoying their father's care, I have already started washing socks and cleaning the room. Sometimes, I always wonder if my father really loves me or if I am not his own. It was not until that year that I really completely denied my absurd idea.
I just entered the third grade of primary school that year. Once I took money to the store to buy a pen. Maybe it was the negligence of the aunt in the shop. After she took the pen I wanted, she forgot to collect the money and took something from others. I looked at the money in my hand and a strange idea flashed through my mind. I slipped out of the shop quickly with a pen. When I got home, I was happy to show off my "cleverness" to my sister. Suddenly, I felt a burning pain on my face, and my father's five fingerprints were clearly printed on my face. I looked at my father in panic and said nothing. Tears of disappointment welled up in my eyes. At that moment, I only felt endless hatred for my father and ran into my room. I don't know how long it took, but my father stood at the door and whispered to me, "Will you return the money to others tomorrow?" I can give you anything you want, but I just can't steal it! "Say that finish, turned around and slowly bent down to go out. I suddenly woke up like a dream, only to understand my father's good intentions. From then on, I learned to be honest.
With the growth of age, my father's requirements for me are getting higher and higher. Therefore, after I violated school discipline or made mistakes, my father always refused to forgive me, which made me always uneasy. However, when I encounter difficulties in my study, my father always patiently tells me to be patient, careful and earnest. When I encountered setbacks in my life, my father warned me that "failure is the mother of success" and "how can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain". Under my father's inculcation, I become mature and strong day by day!
On the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, when I told my father the news of the upcoming senior high school entrance examination, my father didn't seem so strict as before, but said calmly, "The senior high school entrance examination is a major event in your life. You must have confidence in yourself and believe that your efforts will eventually pay off! " The faint words, without any color, stirred ripples in my heart, showing my father's deep love for me!
Now, I am writing my new life with the pen in my hand! In the process of maturity day by day, I have deeply realized that my father gave me not only harshness and harshness, but also a heavy love like a mountain!
4. Write a composition on the topic of "Father loves mountains". My father is an educator. He has classes during the day and prepares lessons at night. He is very busy. But he still cares about me in every way. My father has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan with traces of years on his forehead. He has bright eyes, a pair of black-rimmed glasses, and a straight nose with a radian of more than 300 degrees. He looks very serious. We did a unit test, which was full of topics such as graphic areas. I didn't learn this unit very well, so I got a "good". When I got home, I thought my father would blame me. I didn't expect my father to teach me patiently and help me analyze the reasons for my mistakes in the exam. My father not only cares about my study, but also cares about my life. Once, I had a nosebleed when I was doing my homework, and my father knew. Dad's love for me is as tall and honest as a mountain. I will live up to his hopes and repay him with excellent results.
5. Father loves writing mountain, so high, so steady and so deep; And I have a fatherly love that belongs to me, like a mountain of fatherly love.
As for my father, I admire him. Although he doesn't talk much, he always smells like a mature man. For fifteen years, from the day I can remember, everything that happened with my father was deeply imprinted in my heart. From the first time I described my father, I wrote about his obesity, his humor, his seriousness, his kindness, his wisdom and cleverness, and all kinds of interesting things that happened between him and my mother.
I like to call my father "Dad" because I think "Dad" is more friendly. I like the happy days when my father is held by my left hand and my mother is held by my right hand. That warm feeling will remain in my memory forever. My father's shoulder is my shelter. Behind those broad shoulders, there must be a warm world. When I was a child, my father always held my hand, led me across the street, taught me to walk and ride a bike, accompanied me to the supermarket, and of course, accompanied me by my mother. If God asked me to exchange all my wealth for these memories engraved in my mind, I would never agree!
Yes, the mountain has always been there, and it will always exist.
Dad's love is like a mountain.
Ahu 2008-05-24 13:52
No matter how far you go, you can't get out of your heart; No matter how long the shadow of dusk drags on, it can't be separated from the root. -inscription
Everyone says that father's love is like a mountain and unfathomable. He cares about you all the time, eternal and warm. Sometimes, he is so silent, like a spring breeze, delicate and warm.
My father used to work in * * *. He is honest and diligent. Every day when he comes home from work, he can take out a doll like magic and give my sister and me a pack of candy. At that time, in my eyes, my father was gentle and kind and the best father in the world.
However, when my mother gave birth to a lovely little brother and the whole family was immersed in a happy atmosphere, although my father still had a smile on his face, he didn't go out to work for two weeks in a row, let alone bring toys to my sister and me. In the middle of the night, I saw my father stay up with several cans of beer several times. I feel very strange, because my old father never stays up for the next day's mental work.
Whenever I ask my father about it, he always shakes his head and sighs and says nothing to me. I don't want to ask my mother. Until now, I can still remember that my mother touched my head with tears in her eyes and vaguely said, "For you."
"Did you bring anything? Now the weather is hot and cold, so pay more attention! " Father's gentle voice came from the room again.
"I see." I packed my things and prepared to go to school.
It's raining in Mao Mao at this time, and I'm smoking two bags of things, ready to go out. Suddenly, a warm hand was placed on my shoulder. When I looked back, it was my father. He gave me an umbrella and said, "Do you want my father's help?" I smiled: "No need."
When I got on the bus, my father, who was driving in the car seat, was 40 years old and had a lot more silver hair on his head. I heard the other day that his knee hurts a little when he walks. My aunt said, "That's what happens when you get old." I suddenly feel heartache.
My kind father, his life is really not easy. Facing the gossip outside, the pain of unemployment and self-blame, he used to do nothing at home for a period of time, either watching TV or sleeping, completely losing his fighting spirit.
For five years, I understand my father. I know he needs courage to find another job. Finally, he went to work again. for us ...
"Dad has decided to change his job ..." Dad suddenly interjected: "I want to go near your school so that I can pick you up after school and deliver things to you conveniently."
"hmm." I said yes. Here we are. I walked out of the car door. At this time, my father would always look back to see if I had missed anything and tell me, "study hard."
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Father loves mountains, and he is strong. He is as silent and eternal as a tree root. ...
6. 1 How to write it? Some people say that father love is a book, because it is heavy; Some people say that fatherly love is the sea, because it is deep and wide; Some people say that fatherly love is a lily because it is warm, but I want to say that fatherly love is like a mountain! My father is a farmer to the core.
He has no profound culture, no rich income, only a kind heart and only a mountain of love for his children. In my impression, my father is always unsmiling and almost harsh.
When other people's children were still listening to stories in their father's arms, I began to read and write under his supervision; While other people's children are enjoying their father's care, I have already started washing socks and cleaning the room. Sometimes, I always wonder if my father really loves me or if I am not his own. It was not until that year that I really completely denied my absurd idea.
I just entered the third grade of primary school that year. Once I took money to the store to buy a pen. Maybe it was the negligence of the aunt in the shop. After she took the pen I wanted, she forgot to collect the money and took something from others.
I looked at the money in my hand and a strange idea flashed through my mind. I slipped out of the shop quickly with a pen. When I got home, I was happy to show off my "cleverness" to my sister. Suddenly, I felt a burning pain on my face, and my father's five fingerprints were clearly printed on my face.
I looked at my father in panic and said nothing. Tears of disappointment welled up in my eyes. At that moment, I only felt endless hatred for my father and ran into my room. I don't know how long it took, but my father stood at the door and whispered to me, "Will you return the money to others tomorrow?" I can give you anything you want, but I just can't steal it! "Say that finish, turned around and slowly bent down to go out.
I suddenly woke up like a dream, only to understand my father's good intentions. From then on, I learned to be honest.
With the growth of age, my father's requirements for me are getting higher and higher. Therefore, after I violated school discipline or made mistakes, my father always refused to forgive me, which made me always uneasy.
However, when I encounter difficulties in my study, my father always patiently tells me to be patient, careful and earnest. When I encountered setbacks in my life, my father warned me that "failure is the mother of success" and "how can I see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain". Under my father's inculcation, I become mature and strong day by day! On the eve of the senior high school entrance examination, when I told my father the news of the upcoming senior high school entrance examination, my father didn't seem so strict as before, but said calmly, "The senior high school entrance examination is a major event in your life. You must have confidence in yourself and believe that your efforts will eventually pay off! " The faint words, without any color, stirred ripples in my heart, showing my father's deep love for me! Now, I am writing my new life with the pen in my hand! In the process of maturing day by day, I have deeply realized. There is a pair of checkers on my desk, which is intact and carefully preserved by me. Every time I see it, my heart is always full of ups and downs, thinking of the storm that day, thinking of that wet figure ... that time I was sick, dizzy and swollen, my legs were numb and weak, my hands were sore, I couldn't walk steadily and wobbled, as if a gust of wind could blow me down.
My father and mother both asked for leave to take me to the clinic to take care of me. I felt bored when I had an intravenous drip, so I asked my father to buy me my dream checkers. My father agreed without thinking.
It was dark soon after my father left home. Brother Wuyun held hands like a cheerleader, shoulder to shoulder, shouting, Come on, come on! With the sound of Grandpa Lei's starting gun, the raindrops flew to the finish line-the ground. It's raining outside, and I can't help worrying about my father: won't my father buy checkers yet? Will dad still be on his way to buy checkers? Dad's not coming back! Thinking of this, I can't help worrying more about my father. I whispered to myself over and over again: I believe dad, and dad must have bought checkers. Dad has come back at one o'clock now, and he will definitely come back! However, the more I comfort myself, the more uneasy I am.
At this time, a wet figure outside the door attracted my attention. He looks very serious. Although he was wet by the rain, he felt more energetic. The rain soaked his black jacket, and the rain on his hat dripped on his shoulders and down his shoes. -It's Dad! When I recovered, he handed me a brand-new checkers. There is not a drop of water on it, and the residual temperature is still there. It turned out that my father put squares in his clothes to prevent the rain from falling, but he himself ... saw this scene, and I seemed to see my father walking between this shop and that shop in the rain and against the wind. I seem to see my father's anxious look when he asked the shopkeeper if he had checkers; It seems that I saw my father's "triumphant return".
I swore to myself quietly with tears in my eyes: I must take good care of this checkers and I can't lose any of them. Father's love is like a mountain, masculine and heavy; Father's love is like the sea, and his love is deep; Father's love is as profound as heaven! 3. There is a kind of love, silent and earnest, which is often impossible to elaborate at that time. However, it will make you feel more and more delicious in the days to come, and you will never forget it. It's boundless fatherly love.
Fatherly love is actually very simple. It is like white wine, spicy and warm, which makes people get drunk easily; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to cheer people up; It is like tea, plain and kind, which makes people unconsciously addicted; It's like a fire, warm but daunting, and easy to get excited.
Father's love is a ray of sunshine in spring, shining warmly on me; It is the cool summer wind that blows away the boredom in my heart; Is a string of fruits in autumn, guiding me to success; It is a fire in winter that warms my cold heart. Father love is everywhere! Even if you are a master of Dan Qing, it is difficult to outline your father's strong backbone: even if you are a master of literature, it is difficult to portray his father's unyielding spirit; Even if all rivers run into the sea, it is hard to hide a father's love for his children! Father's love is hidden in rough hands, and those hands are diligent.
7. Father loves mountains. If a mother's love is like water, then a father's love is a mountain; If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud.
Yes, my father's love is as solemn and firm as a mountain. I admire my father very much.
In the past fifteen years, from the day I can remember, everything that happened with my father was deeply imprinted in my mind: describing my father for the first time, writing about his humor, writing about his seriousness, writing about his kindness, writing about his wisdom, writing about all kinds of interesting things that happened between him and my mother … This little happiness has long been unforgettable! Dad's shoulder is my shelter, and above that broad shoulder is my warm world. When I was a child, my father always held my hand, taught me to walk, led me across the street, accompanied me shopping, and of course, accompanied me by my mother.
If God wants to exchange all his wealth with me for these beautiful memories engraved in my mind, I will never agree. Once I caught a cold, and my fever reached 42.6 degrees.
Dad just came home from work and saw my face flushed and in a daze, with a flash of anxiety in his eyes. He used a lot of ice to cold compress me, and my high fever dropped a little, and my father was relieved.
Dad told mom to rest first, and he stayed with me. But my mother said that my father had been with me for a long time and was too tired, so I let him rest first.
Dad couldn't beat mom, so he had to go to rest. Before leaving, he smiled and said, "Shift change in an hour!" "Sure enough, an hour later, my father came to my room on time to change clothes and rest for my mother. My room is very hot, and my father is most afraid of heat! I don't know how he spent that long hour. What moved me most was that my father saw that I was thirsty and poured me a glass of water. He bent down slowly, put the cup gently on my lips, carefully poured water into my mouth, and the warm liquid slowly flowed into my throat.
I will never forget my father's eyes when he fed me water. This is a kind of love and pity ... My father's eyes are complicated, just like the sea, with no end in sight! After I fell asleep, I broke out in a sweat and my fever dropped. The next day, my father went to work with a "panda eye" and a tired body.
Father's love is profound and true, and I can't describe it in gorgeous words, let alone express it directly. Father's love has the deepest impression and the greatest influence in my heart.
Father's love is a tall and stable mountain, and I grow up happily under the protection of the mountain.
8. Father loves mountains and mother loves water. However, I feel that my father's mountain has been crushing me. He is more like a terrible volcano. Once it breaks out, the consequences are unimaginable and frightening. It was not until that day that I really realized that my father loves like that mountain. \x0d\x0d It happened in the third grade. That day, I wrote a composition. It is on the blackboard at the back of the classroom for students to read. Well, being praised by the teacher is a great "happy event" for me. After school, I must "report the good news" to my parents. \x0d\x0d As soon as my father came home from work, I couldn't wait to run forward and tell my father this great "happy event". I thought my father would hug me like a little princess, but my father was gentle. " Disappointment immediately filled my heart, but the joy when I came home from school was thrown out of my mind by my father's indifference. The wronged tears "plop plop" are like pearls with broken lines, and the warm heart is like a basin of cold water, so I have to write my homework sadly. \x0d\x0d The next morning, my father took me to school. I find him a little strange, as my father usually does. But I didn't think much, I just hurried into school. When I opened yesterday's composition, my eyes were wet. Yesterday's composition was obviously revised by my father. I circled the wrong words and added many good words and sentences, which gave me a happy ending. I finally understand why my father is so tired today ... \ x0d \ x0d My father doesn't spoil me too much, but he is always like a bright light in the dark, always so responsible. \ x0d \ x0d \ x0d-Look at me typing so much, so tired, this is the best composition I have ever written. Also, fatherly love is deep and subtle. It silently covers my surroundings and gives me a very warm caress. This is something I can't get over. But from that moment on, I realized that as a father, I quietly leaned over my father's ear and asked him what he wanted for his birthday. My father patted me on the top of my head and smiled and said, "Son, I don't want anything. You are my best gift. "I said nothing. At that time, I only felt that my father's concern was deserved, and my contribution was "a clear conscience", so I readily agreed. That night, I suddenly woke up and found my father's room. There is an unfinished note next to me. That's the growth diary he gave me. I couldn't help but be curious and secretly read it: "The child has grown up, and she said that she will give me a birthday present today. Her filial piety to me is sweeter than honey. I am really the happiest father in the world ... "I didn't feel a little blush, and suddenly found that my contribution to my father was so little." My father is willing to accompany me for a few days. He put down his favorite books and periodicals to help me study, but I always complain about the delay in watching cartoons to chat with him; He spent a lot of money to help me buy what I needed, but I didn't give up buying him a birthday present ... Seeing my father's tired figure, I finally burst into tears. There is a song that goes like this, "The herringbone structure supports each other. "Dad will always hold up a blue sky for me, but I still don't know how to be a child. Is this really a clear conscience? The next day, I prepared a gift for my father early. From then on, I accompanied my father for a walk in the sunset, and I snuggled up to my father in the dark and poured out my heart. I believe I will make him the happiest father, because I am already the happiest daughter. If my dad is a pie, I am a slap in the face. On the basis of my mother, we wrote a capital "person". A classmate accidentally fell down, so you reached out and gave him a hand. This is a kind of care. A classmate is ill. After school, you go to his home to help him with his homework. This is also a kind of care. When a person is pulling something, you reach out and push him. This is still a kind of care. As long as people help each other and contribute their meager strength, the world will become harmonious and people will become harmonious. The world will be better because of this. It was in winter when I was in the second grade. After school, the north wind roared. I closed my eyes and walked forward step by step, walking slowly. On this snowy day, my shoes slipped and fell to the ground. Such bad weather is really rare. In this snowy place, I vaguely saw a figure. " Who's that? "As he approached, I saw the figure gradually becoming clear." who is it? Liu Yachao "He walked slowly towards me. He held out his hand as warm as the sun and said firmly, "Come, stand here. "I didn't know why, so I grabbed his hand. How is he? Pull it back, I stand up and pat the snow on my body. Although the wind was cold at that time, I felt as warm and comfortable as spring. On the way home, we walked and talked about many things, such as what to do at home, what to eat in the morning and so on. Sometimes just one action can make people feel so warm, and sometimes just one sentence can make people feel so comfortable.
9. Father loves mountains. Father loves mountains. Everyone has their own parents, and everyone's parents will be desperate for their children and 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. Until one day, my eyes were sick, and the doctor suggested going to the hospital in the province for surgery. I suddenly found that dad's love is gentler than mom's and more delicate than baby's skin.
My father comforted me again and again, and his voice was like a warm spring breeze, which made people feel very comfortable and dull. Father runs around all day, working, borrowing money and asking questions, which has become an essential thing for him every day.
I finally came to the hospital in the province, and my father never stopped. Looking for a doctor, taking medicine, nursing, cooking, fetching water and washing clothes, my father has become my nanny these days.
I got well, but my father lost weight. It seems that a slight gust of wind can blow him away.
The wind can't blow away, because my father's heart is heavy and contains me and the whole family.