Some people say that filial piety is a candle that never burns out, making parents happy forever; Filial piety is a never-ending warm current that keeps parents warm forever; Filial piety is a cup of coffee that will never be bitter, so that parents can taste it forever. Filial piety is the wind in spring, the flowers on the ground, the birds in the air and the fish in the water, always accompanying parents and making them feel happy at home.

When we were born, did we feel that we were no longer fetuses in the dark, but came to a world where birds were singing and flowers were fragrant? We should know that our parents sent us to this world, so that we can see clear water, green willows and red flowers, and hear birds singing, rain and people. ...

When we babble, when we are sent to the classroom for education, when we are exposed to more novelty, do we feel who is quietly paying behind our backs? It was our parents who gave us selfless and fearless care when our wings were not hard. On the road of our life, share joys and sorrows with us. For us, they paid the most painstaking efforts, paid the most labor, and gave us the most education and enlightenment.

When we encounter setbacks, it is our parents who encourage us not to be discouraged and stick to it. When we encounter insurmountable difficulties, they help us solve them and teach us how to deal with them. When we talk big, it is our parents who remind us to be modest, to be down-to-earth and to move forward step by step. When we are complacent, it is our parents who tell us not to get carried away, to be careful so as not to fail next time, to study step by step, not to be impatient and so on. These are common words, but they are our most precious spiritual wealth.

As the saying goes: "filial piety!" Only when a person knows how to be grateful to his parents, filial to his parents and conscientiously fulfill his obligations can he be called a qualified person and a complete person. We may not realize that our mother reluctantly separated us and left tears when we were happy, or that there is no love and hate for no reason in the world. But when we were growing up, they sheltered us from the wind and rain and brought us up bit by bit ... In order to make us the pillars of the country, they urged us to make progress step by step ... For us, they worked hard day and night, but they grew old step by step. ...

Parents gave us life and dedicated our youth to us. How can we repay this immeasurable parental love and nurturing grace? The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it has won three spring rays. "Dear parents! Your love for us is so deep that we can't repay it completely, but we must try our best to repay it, bit by bit, and repay the ethical feelings of the right path in this world. ...

At present, many children don't visit their parents because they are busy with work and things. Some people just buy something and go to see it, but they come and go in a hurry. It is not uncommon that they don't care about their parents psychologically. Imagine that when you were young, your parents were away on business. Aren't you lonely? Don't you feel lost? And now your parents are not in your mood at that time? If parents can't get filial piety and care from their children, won't they feel lonely and lost? So I advise: filial piety is precious, and true filial piety is more valuable! People who abuse their parents, regardless of their parents' life and psychology, have not fulfilled their obligation to be a qualified child!

Looking back now, even if we want to repay our parents' kindness, can we really repay them completely? Do we love each other in the same mood? Filial piety is precious. Parents are not careless about our kindness, and we can't give up gratitude and filial piety to our parents in this life. ...

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Who was the first person to greet you with a smile from the moment you were born? Are your parents; Who was there to teach you patiently when you babbled? When you were a toddler, who held your hand and let you walk slowly step by step? Everything about us, including life, is given by our parents. Therefore, filial piety is our unshirkable responsibility.

As the old saying goes, "All virtues and filial piety come first." Yes, filial piety is the most important virtue among all kinds of beautiful virtues of human beings. This is a natural thing for children. Our Chinese nation has had this fine tradition of respecting the elderly for thousands of years. In ancient times, the story of burying a child as a mother and abandoning an official to find a mother was enough to make people cry. Today, the story of donating a kidney to save a mother and dropping out of school as a mother is even more touching. Different times have interpreted the same theme, that is, to honor and repay parents.

As we all know, our parents broke their hearts and paid a lot for us. They are tired and need a chair to sit on; They are thirsty and need a cup of green tea to quench their thirst; Their hearts are tired and they need a sincere heart of gratitude to comfort them. We should never take everything our parents do for granted; We should not turn a blind eye, be indifferent or even angry about our parents' hard work and infinite care. Now that you understand your parents' needs, you should act immediately, move a chair to rest your parents and pour them a glass of water. Move your mouth and say a sincere and warm word to your parents to relieve their fatigue and dispel their heart disease. Filial piety is that simple. Such an easy thing will definitely make my parents happy, happy and happy. Why don't I do it?

Filial piety to parents and respect for elders is the duty of being a human being, a natural virtue and a prerequisite for the formation of various moral qualities, so it has always been praised by people. Imagine, if a person can't even honor his parents and repay his upbringing, who will believe that he is a person? Who wants to deal with him? Therefore, we should keep in mind the old adage "Filial piety comes first". We honor our parents with practical actions and repay them with excellent results.

Gratitude is a warm emotion, like a slowly flowing stream, singing softly, conveying the purest and most beautiful information in the world from the bottom of my heart, reminding us at all times that we have to be filial to our parents. Now, we are all middle school students who have just entered junior high school, and we can't do earth-shattering things for our parents. To honor parents, we should start from the small things in daily life and do something for our parents. First of all, we should understand the hard work of our parents, thank them from the bottom of our hearts for everything they have done for us, and always be grateful. Teacher's comment: This argumentative paper, citing and discussing ancient and modern times, demonstrates the significance of filial piety from many angles, and expounds its own views from both positive and negative aspects in combination with real life. The combination of reason argument and fact argument is very convincing. Point out the topic at the end and deepen the center in combination with the reality. For a junior one student, this is a good exercise.

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As soon as I wrote this topic, my eyes were hazy with tears.

Yes, the greatest pain in life is the loss of relatives and friends. My dear father is gone. Disappeared in my tears forever. Although my relatives were disappointed, my father left. He left us quietly and left the courtyard he longed for.

That night, it was an autumn night. It was night, raining and thundering. I think rain is God's tears and thunder is God's cry. That night, my heart was bleeding. My whole life seems to have come to a standstill. That night, my father drifted away. My father was only 56 when I went! This is still an era called middle age!

My father used to be so strong that he never even caught a cold. But one day at the end of June, my father was diagnosed with malignant brain tumor and bone cancer. How is that possible? There is no doubt that this is a cruel reality that I can't accept anyway.

At the beginning of July, just as I was about to step into the examination room, my father was also pushed into the operating room. Unfortunately, my father's operation failed. Maybe the operation has no chance of success at all. Hatefully, I also failed in the college entrance examination. I can't comfort my father in the face. But my father comforted me and explained that I would wait for good news next year.

So, I stayed at home with my father after the operation.

Because my father was in good health, his body was normal and he could eat enough. It seems that my father is still in good spirits after the operation. In the morning, my father was on crutches, supported by me, and we walked along the country road in the morning light. We talked and laughed, and my father told me his past story.

Father, my father!

My father is in the same situation as a scholar of the same age. But in the end, because the family was too poor, grandpa broke down from constant overwork and could no longer work for him to finish the last book. Father will have to return to the yellow land! Father is in good health and can bear hardships. My father prefabricated building materials, and later engaged in construction and budget. So the family livelihood at that time was barely better. But all this is my father's great efforts! Father supported a family with his hands. My father kept working until he was diagnosed with malignant brain tumor and bone cancer! Father is too tired, and his heart is too tired! Father didn't enjoy the real happiness of a day! He also worked in his later years.

Father's life is an open life. Father is the kind of good man who is recognized by everyone who knows him. Whenever someone is in trouble nearby, my father is always invited. My father never shirks and is willing to help. When villagers quarrel with each other, my father can quickly turn enemies into friends with his irresistible prestige. Everyone who knows his father respects him very much. My father is a better father at home. I love my father.

Seeing that my father is in good shape, I am also blindly optimistic. I thought my father would be safe after the operation, and he himself said he could live for twenty years. I still want to treat this operation as a rare rest for my father! Yes! For many years, my father was too nervous and overworked. He once personally built the first tile-roofed house in the village. This tile house is full of my father's sweat and our pride! Built a home for my brother. I also married my sister in the most respectable way in the local area at that time. It also provided me with reading. All this depends on my father's hand! For us, my father kept running and working, always unwilling to stop and have a rest. Father, our father, he is worthy of any of our brothers and sisters and his relatives.

Seeing that my father was much calmer after the operation, his spirit was still there. We also feel great comfort. So, our whole family was relieved.

In September, my father saw all the other children go to school. My father urged me to find one of his teachers who works in the Education Commission and help me find a repeat school. I looked at my father and then at my mother. I nodded vigorously: "I will definitely be admitted to the university next year!" " "My father just smiled at me.

I reread it, with my father's entrustment! Use your promise!

At the end of September, it is the Mid-Autumn Festival. This is a day of full moon reunion. I decided to go home to see my father and spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with him. I am glad to get home from school. I haven't seen my father for nearly a month. On the way, my father sat in an armchair and was glad to see me go home after a long separation.

I finally got home, but the moment I first saw my father when I stepped into the house, the bag suddenly fell from my hand, and I was shocked! Father is not the same as he was a month ago! Don't! How did this happen? How did this happen?

Mother leaned on her father's back, and his father could hardly stand up. Father hung his head and his hands hung feebly, leaning against his mother's arms and sitting on a plate. Mother told her father that I was back. Suddenly, my father looked up with difficulty, opened his tired eyes with difficulty and looked at me. His head had to be lowered again. But I can clearly see that his face is a little stiff. Seeing this scene, I really can't bear to watch it any longer. Tears have already filled my eyes. I turned and rushed out of the house, kneeling in the yard, with tears in my eyes. Shout in your heart: heaven! Let me replace my father! Let me suffer instead of my father! I am willing to die for my father.

Mom told me that dad has been like this for more than ten days. Father asked me not to tell me, lest it affect my study. At this moment, I understand that the father is the father, and he will think of his children and relatives at any time. Just two weeks after I left, the situation changed suddenly and my father's condition began to deteriorate. Cancer spreads in the body. First, one arm hurts, and then the other arm, leg and spine begin to hurt. Accurately speaking, it is a headache from the bones! Those drugs for cancer pain don't work at all. . But my father's limbs ache in his bones. What a heart-wrenching pain it is! It hurt so much that my father didn't sit or lie down, day and night. Father's tall body sits on his mother's back, lies down, lies down and sits up again. Repeatedly, perhaps only in this way will my father feel more comfortable and suffer less. Soon, my father's bones will start to ache all over, but no matter how painful the bones are, my father just can't cry! He didn't want to make his mother feel more sad and distressed. He is comforting his mother and his relatives in this only way! What kind of mentality is this? Look at my mother again. In just a few months, she has lost two, three or more laps.

When my father was in unbearable pain, I asked my mother to give him drugs to relieve cancer pain, and the dose increased by two or three times! But this is medicine after all, and my father is silently suffering from side effects. In the end, it's no use taking that medicine again! It must be maintained by Demerol! It's hard to imagine that my father didn't cry because of pain in the end! What kind of persistence and love this is!

In this way, my mother refused to leave, guarding my father day and night, struggling to hug her. Tears drop by drop on my father's face and body. Struggle with death to snatch the last life of relatives. But my father still told my mother in a weak voice: "Stop crying!" "I want to replace my mother temporarily, but my dad shook his head hard and told me to go away and not touch him. Father can't speak anymore, and his voice can only be formed by weak airflow. Finally, I held my father that night and never wanted to leave, so I held me quietly, afraid of not having my father, I was afraid! I'm scared! So I quietly hugged my father tightly and spent the sleepless Mid-Autumn Night! I have never been near my father again. At that time, I had a hunch that this would be the last month my father spent with me. I already burst into tears when I think about it. I am crying in my heart to deny myself, no! I won't! Father won't leave me.

The next day, my father hurried me back to school.

In those days when I left my father, some terrible shadows rolled in my mind. I wake up from nightmares every night, including my mother's sadness and my father's death, all of which flash through my mind. Even after my father died, I still wore mourning clothes and cried in my heart!

10 year1on the night of October 6, that terrible night came! By the time I get to dad, dad, dad has already left! But when I knelt beside my father, I was calm! Peace of mind! I don't know how to cry! Mother tore her heart out and said, "dear!" " Like a cold snap through my mind. I just woke up and thought that I would never see my father again. I thought that my father would leave forever and never come back. I thought that I would never hear his thick voice again. I thought that in an instant, it would be dark! My father is gone, and I love and admire my relatives in the world. I really am gone! A face that I will never forget, a trust that I trust, left me before I left the season of love.

The dam I had built was suddenly washed away by sadness, and I felt a burst of blood gushing from my heart. Tears poured down like flash floods. What tore the heart and cracked the lungs, what was deeply grieved, and that moment was experienced. What I lost was my closest relative and my beloved father! !

I fainted several times.

For many days, I cried into a song at my father.

It has been several months since my father died, but his voice, face and smile are still fresh in my mind. It seems that I always hear my father's voice and see his figure. I always feel that my father is still at home. Only then can I really understand what it means to "live in my heart forever." This is not a cliche. This is really a feeling, a feeling that only people who have lost their father like me will have.

Many days in a few months, I often fall into meditation quietly and miss my father! I really want to, really want to be fascinated, tears streaming down my face. More often, I will cry. I wish I could see my father again!

I often go home to visit my mother in the days after my father left. Looking at my mother's tears all day, I suddenly realized: the most painful thing about all this is my mother, who lost half her life! Moreover, I watched the disease take away my relatives from her step by step, not to mention how helpless I was! Let sadness tear her heart a little! Father went! Mom is the only one in such a big house. In the evening, mother bolted the door early. But I clearly remember that when my father was around, we never locked the door, even in summer. Yes, at that time, father gave us an irreplaceable sense of security.

In the days after my father's death, in the sad situation, I also realized that, in fact, isn't this also a relief for my father? Illness tormented his father so much that he wanted to have a rest. Thinking of my mother, me and my relatives like this may be the most reasonable and balanced comfort. What else can we do? What else can we do?

I thought there was a heaven in the universe. The departure of my father is also a relief, from human suffering, from the complexity of life, from the secular world, from the torture of disease.

I have been thinking that the autumn night of rain and thunder was so unique, mysterious and sacred to my father, to me and to heaven and earth.

Father! My dearest person!

Rest in peace!

Father is immortal!

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I never thought about what my parents do in their spare time. I just chatted with those students who like gossip about what is non-mainstream and what is fashion!

I didn't realize how embarrassed I was until today when the classmates around me talked about her buying birthday presents for her parents. I don't even know when my parents' birthdays are, let alone give gifts. I am silent in my study, but today, I always want to write something about my parents to make up for my mental vacancy!

I learned from my grandmother that my birth brought a heavy burden to my family, because I was born with this disease, which attached to me and weighed more on my parents' hearts. In order to cure my illness, my father left home to work in Guangdong without saying anything. I don't know why my father went out to work. He is so short in strength because he didn't even finish primary school. What makes him send me medicine every month? I didn't think of my father until I heard the word birthday. Grandma said: My father was afraid that his mother would know that he sold blood, because he had little money, so he used going out to work as a cover and earned some money to make up for it. "I once vowed to let my father live a happy life, but I didn't even know his birthday!

I was brought up by my mother with a handful of shit and urine. I didn't know what was wrong with me before, except that my mother always told me to pay attention to several major events in school before I went to school. After listening for a long time, I complained. Among the things I can remember, I had a fever in the middle of the night. My mother picked me up, walked a dozen miles of mountain roads in the freezing cold night, and forced me to the hospital. I don't know how my mother did it. Why can she stand such a long journey? I still remember that I accidentally spilled boiling water on my father and my feet when I was in Guangdong in the summer vacation of the second day of junior high school. You came and blew it for me without saying anything, and asked my dad to buy medicine at once. But your feet and my father's feet are swollen and swollen. When I want to go home, you send me to the car and let me study hard. I am confident to tell you that I will definitely take the exam.

After the third grade, I was successfully admitted to County No.1 Middle School. You are very happy. I thought I was very filial! I can enter the first year of high school, and my grades are like running water. I read novels and play games. Every time you ask me about my grades, I always say it's okay. When you come back from the Spring Festival, you will come to see me at school, but you are persuaded by my clever words. In fact, you know the way. I'm afraid my classmates will laugh at me when they see that you are so short and dressed so simply. When you expect me to tell you the final grade, I let you cry behind my back on the pretext that I have the right to remain silent!

Today is my birthday. You bought me a cake, and when I came home from my holiday, you cooked me something delicious. I only rewarded you for reading novels and playing games at school during my freshman year, because I didn't want you to come because of face. I just degenerated and made you sad. This is my filial piety. When I heard my classmates talk about my parents' birthdays, I realized how ignorant I was. Now I really want to hug you face to face and say, I'm sorry. I really want to give you a birthday present.

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Recently, I read Bi Shumin's "Filial Piety is priceless", and I was deeply touched. I was deeply impressed by her amazing insights, original analysis and incisive language. However, the most important thing is to let me really appreciate the weight of "filial piety".

The student she wrote about insisted on going to graduate school in the face of difficulties at home, the death of his father and the starvation of his siblings. Her mother had no choice but to sell blood. Imagine, who can you expect a person who can't even love his mother? And the wanderer whose parents were seriously ill in bed, also left flatly. He doesn't even have the minimum filial piety and affection, just an empty shell. What's the use to his family and society?

But think about yourself, what filial piety you have done to your parents. Although there are great differences between yourself and your behavior, from the perspective of "filial piety", why not? Even my parents don't have their own gifts for their birthdays, let alone Father's Day and Mother's Day. When parents are sad, there is no comfort. I believe there are many others like me.

Watching parents treat grandpa is very different from treating grandpa by yourself.

The college entrance examination is coming, and there is only one year left. I usually quarrel with them. Now think about it, how unfilial I am.

How pathetic.

Maybe I can only get along with them for more than a year. Maybe I should cherish this time. But what about filial piety in peace? A mansion is a pure black doctor's hat, a table of delicacies, gorgeous clothes with flowers and tens of thousands of dollars. Can I give these to them? Can I afford it? Maybe, I can give them a weed, a little flower. As Bi Shumin said, on the scale of love, they are equal.

Filial piety, what a beautiful word. There is a story of twenty-four filial piety in ancient times. Today, during her honeymoon, Yin cut off all her scalp three times to save her father.

However, many people make their own decisions, put earrings on their ears and carve tattoos on their bodies for the sake of beauty, which is disrespectful to their parents and life. "The Book of Filial Piety" says that parents dare not damage their bodies because of skin injuries. The beginning of filial piety also explains this phenomenon well.

"I believe that every sincere and upright child has made a' filial piety' ambition to his parents from the heart. I believe it will come naturally for a long time, and I will be able to return to my hometown if I succeed. But people will forget, forget the cruelty of time, forget the brevity of life, forget that there is kindness in the world that can never be repaid, and forget that life itself is fragile. " Be filial while your parents are alive.

I will also meditate in my heart: filial piety is priceless.