My father's love will inspire me to continue to work hard when I succeed. Whenever I get good grades in exams, I often start to feel smug and don't rush to do my homework when I get home. When my father saw me, he told me not to be arrogant and to continue to work hard and get better results next time. Hearing this, I felt a little ashamed and went back to my desk to do my homework. Father's love will affect my starting to struggle when I fail. I didn't do well in the final exam. When I got home, I was in a daze at the test paper on the table, thinking about the books I memorized day and night before the exam and the questions I did early and came home late, and my heart was full of melancholy. I am extremely depressed. This is my father coming over and saying that it doesn't matter if you do well in the exam once, you must work hard next time. The dark clouds on my face cleared and my brow spread. I picked up the textbook for the new semester and read it. Father's love will protect me when I am sad. Once I washed the sofa cushions at home, and my brother and mother held the thick sofa cushions higher than people. I was doing my homework on the coffee table when I heard a sudden "hum" at the back of my head and my face hit the coffee table. It turned out that my brother accidentally bumped into the sofa cushion on my head. I suddenly felt very painful and began to sob. Father came to comfort me. Suddenly I felt a kind of warmth, and the back of my head didn't seem to hurt much. My father is my "umbrella".
Father's love and these two words are so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary. People say that "father loves mountains", but in fact, father's love has already gone far beyond mountains.
Chapter 2: Father's Day 700-word composition: Father's love is silent. If you feel it, it is not fatherly love-Bing Xin. But I really feel it. Let me talk about my father's love for me!
Dad's love is like a river, flowing far away. We all have a father who gave us selfless love, helped us when we were in trouble, and sheltered us from the wind and rain when necessary.
I remember once when I was a child, my mother and I had a high fever at night, and my mother took some medicine and fell asleep. At midnight, my father got up several times to take my temperature. I only heard him mutter "Ah, 4 1" and said a few words to my mother. He quickly put on his clothes, picked me up and ran, vaguely hearing the sound of the door switch, and he was so nervous. Along the way, my father kept touching my forehead and talking to me while driving, caring about my temperature changes. He kept asking me, "Tell me what's wrong, son." I groaned feebly for a few times, and then I felt faster and faster. When I arrived at the Children's Hospital, my father ran downstairs with my light body in his arms. The doctor wrote a blood drawing list, and he paced back and forth in the corridor, waiting for the reply of the list. Finally, after waiting for a long time, the doctor called my name, and my father rushed to get the results in one step. At that time, I felt that his clumsy posture verified the word "as light as a swallow". The doctor looked at the results and told me that there was nothing serious, just too much inflammation, so it would be fine to take some medicine. Dad has time to wipe the sweat off his forehead. After taking some medicine, I seem to be better and have the strength to talk to my father. On the way home, I was very hungry. It's past two o'clock. My father went to several places and finally found a restaurant. I sat down to eat quietly. I asked my father to eat, and he said, "I'm not hungry." After watching me finish my meal, we drove home in a hurry. When I got home, my father asked me to take medicine first. After taking the medicine, we climbed into bed and fell asleep. In the morning, my father got up early. I guess my father didn't sleep well last night. He was worried about my illness.
Another time, it was windy and I didn't wear a coat. My dad saw me wearing his coat, and I said, "No, I'm not cold." He stubbornly put his coat on me and ordered me to put it on. I saw him rubbing his arms in the rustling autumn wind. I know he is cold, too, but my father always insists on it for me.
When I got home, Dad really caught a cold. I should put on clothes so that he won't freeze. In fact, my father's love for me is everywhere, like the voice of shouting is love, and being cautious is also love.
All this tells us that father loves mountains!
Chapter 3: Father's Day 700-word composition. In my life, my father's love is reflected every day. A smile, a greeting, an exhortation and some words are all my father's love for me.
In order to repay this boundless love, man created a day to repay his father without blushing. On this day, let my father rest, let my father love less and let my father love more.
To tell the truth, I have never washed my father's feet before this day. Now I have an opportunity and a reason. Today is Father's Day!
I crept into my father's room with a pot of hot water in my hand, trying to say something to my father, but I hesitated. I put the basin on the ground and motioned to my father that I would wash his feet. My father looked at me in surprise. There is joy, understanding and comfort in his eyes ... My father's love for me is like a mountain, which is inspired by a caring eye.
I gently picked up my father's big feet and put them in the water, feeling a little twitchy and nervous. Hot water hits my hands and dad's feet like waves, but dad is like a mountain, unmoved at all. The waves are like tiny microwave water, and the fluctuation in front of this mountain is so small. Father's love is like a mountain, which is a mighty shock.
My hands rubbed lightly on my father's feet, and my veins stood out. It's struggle, calluses, hard work, a pair of thick baseboards, a tool for my father to walk all the way, and a rough sole is a witness to the twists and turns along the way. Father's love is like a mountain, which is an encouragement given by the spirit of hard work.
By feeling, I pinched my father's feet, added some hot water and soaked my father's feet. Suddenly I feel that my love for my father is really too little. Father walked out of a road with a pair of big feet and created a home for us. How much hardship, how much effort, how much love for us, but I have no feeling for all this. Love for my father is really too little. ...
I brought a towel, wiped my father's feet, gently put the towel back, and slowly picked up the washbasin, trying to dump the water. Suddenly found that we live far away from grandpa, it is not easy to meet him, and dad has little time to take care of grandpa. I think it's my father's age with my grandfather. If I leave my parents when I grow up, will I spend little time with my parents?
Therefore, I want to seize the present, seize the time with my parents, love them well and interpret my love for them well. Feel my parents' devotion and love for me.
Father's love is like a mountain, which is piled up by a little stone; Loving my father is like a mountain, reflected in a small matter. Dad, I love you, dad, happy holidays!
Chapter four: 700-word composition on Father's Day: Father loves mountains. Some people say that maternal love is like a trickle, tinkling, singing and laughing. Some people say that fatherly love is like a towering mountain, silent, but extremely heavy.
Although my father is of medium height, he will always be huge in my heart. I remember one autumn, I didn't dare to go home because I didn't do well in this exam, and I stayed at school for fear that my parents would beat me.
By nine o'clock, I was already very sleepy and wanted to go home, but my clothes accidentally touched the water glass and got wet. I thought to myself, "Nothing, it's not cold outside anyway." When I opened the door, I found there were no clouds in Wan Li, it was raining cats and dogs outside, and I didn't bring an umbrella. It seems that it will rain until evening.
I thought about it, and I might as well rush out instead of waiting here. I heard a plop and fell to the ground. I shouted, "Why is God so unfair to me?" Finally, I stood up strongly. As soon as I looked up, I saw my father and rushed up. He asked me eagerly, "Where have you been?"
I explained the reason to him, and he encouraged me to say, "Failure in this exam does not mean that I will never fail. Try to do well in the exam next time. Work hard. " He quickly took off his coat and put it on me. I felt very warm. I asked him, aren't you cold? He said bravely, "I'm not cold." I knew he was trying not to worry me, and sure enough, he caught a cold the next day.
Another time, when I was doing a math problem, I couldn't do any, so I asked my father who was good at it. To my surprise, he even said, "Ask your teacher tomorrow and leave me alone." . In the evening, I lay in bed thinking about it. I couldn't sleep at all and decided to go underground for fun.
I found the light in my father's room still on. I sneaked a look and found that he was doing the question I just asked him. I think he was calculating carefully and gave it to my mother after he finished. He also specifically told me, "Don't say what I wrote." That's what my father did. He doesn't want to show his love for me.
Father's love is as tall and determined as a mountain. Every drop of fatherly love is worth savoring. Fatherly love, like maternal love, is the greatest love in the world.
Chapter 5: Father's Day 700-word composition, father loves mountains, overlooks the world, and remembers kindness as blood. Cherish love and pass it on.
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I am a naughty and clever boy, and sometimes I always forget to bring something, that is to say, I forget to bring my pencil case.
That day, the sky was overcast, and before long, it began to rain cats and dogs. I sat in the classroom in a daze, because I forgot to bring my pencil case, and my heart was uneasy. I am sure to be scolded by the teacher this time. What should I do? I looked out of the window alone.
It's raining harder and harder, and it seems to be worried. Just then, a huge figure stood outside the window, "Dad!" I shouted. I suddenly ran out of the classroom and found my pencil box in my father's hand. I threw myself into my father's arms, picked up the pencil case and said, "Thank you, Dad". Dad didn't speak and turned to leave. At this time, dad became the most beautiful sculpture in the heavy rain.
I ran back to the classroom and watched my father's back disappear into the crowd.
Another time, I was deeply impressed.
That day, we walked in the street. Because it was very hot, I really wanted to eat popsicles, so I said, "Dad, I want to eat popsicles." Dad said slowly, "No, it's far." I said, "No, I want to eat." So dad said, "well, then sit here and wait for me." Remember, don't go away. " As soon as Dad finished, he left in a hurry.
I sat on a stool, fidgety, and stamped my feet for a while; Lie down on the stool for a while; Then I hit my head with my hand. In short, I feel uncomfortable.
At this time, my father came back. I regard him as the savior. I ran to him and took the ice cream, only to find that the sweat on my father's cheek was as big as beans. I took a bite, my heart was cold, but my nose was sour. Oh, I really shouldn't have let dad buy ice cream. I regret it.
I thought dad would talk about me, but he didn't.
Maternal love is meticulous and delicate; And fatherly love is broad and heavy, and fatherly love is silent.
Poverty inherits the wind!