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paternal love

My father is a farmer. He is too ordinary to recognize as soon as he walks into the crowd. My father made me feel his love for me in a special way. This kind of love is boundless and profound, and I can't help but get excited every time I think about it.

That was when I was admitted to a middle school in the city. My father sent me to school. Although the road is not far, my father insisted on sending it, so I had to agree.

On the way, the sun is shining. It was so hot that I looked at my father: face, purple sauce; Eyes bloodshot; The straw hat has been taken off, and the sparse hair is close to the scalp.

"Pinger, have a rest!" Father said, and took out two eggs from his pocket. "Big, you eat." I pushed over. "Is there ... is there ..." I took the egg and found a cool place. My father squatted down not far from me, and his bearded chin moved with the movement of his mouth. I looked intently. What do I see? "potatoes!" I couldn't help shouting. "This ... delicious ... delicious ..." My father vaguely covered it up. Ah! Father, you work hard every day, not only busy with work outside, but also taking care of your mother who has been ill for many years. Seeing that all the neighbors around you are rich, you make us eat and dress well for our brother and sister to go to school, and you are still so bitter with yourself ... My heart is so astringent that I can't say a word.

The school is here. I said, "Go back." "Ah, ping son, study hard! Use the thirty dollars first and come back in a few days. Huh? " My father said, taking some crumpled bills from his pocket and stuffing them into my hand. Ah! Hands, father's hands! What good hands! Ivy-like blood vessels, dry fingers like bamboo branches. Careless, I never found my father so thin that he hurt! My eyes immediately felt something. ...

Ah! Father, your words are few and there is no profound truth, but what you have given me is so broad, so profound and so delicate.

Father, don't worry! Your heart, I understand.

My family gave me hope.

Family is synonymous with warmth, isn't it? Family is a society, which contains beauty, trouble, warmth and hope. This small society has given me endless hope.

I can't forget that day. Gloomy, seems to cast a shadow over my heavy heart. Holding a notebook with the word "Award" written on it, crystal tears dripped on the notebook and merged with the bright red word "10". Why? Why? I have always been the best in my class. How can I be left behind this time? 10, is this me? First place-my good friend, how sweet he smiles! But for me, the first place seems out of reach. Smiling faces are everywhere in schools and streets. Only I seem to have fallen into an invisible abyss ... I don't know when, I have walked to the door, looked at the familiar orange security door, and remembered the eyes my parents expected before the exam, the teacher's inculcation, and my steps were heavy, but my hand still couldn't help but take out the key, insert it in the keyhole and turn it gently. "collapse!" I know I have nothing to say, and I can't boast in front of my parents anymore. I gently changed my shoes and walked into the room. "Lei Lei, are you back?" Dad asks questions first. "Well," I answered him gently, and suddenly I felt that this was "the peace before the storm". "Sit down and let's talk." "hmm." So my mother came into the room and my father and I sat at the table. There was silence for a while. Dad broke the silence and asked, "Are you tired?" I shook my head. "I know the boredom in your heart. In fact, a person's quality is not determined by his grades. What do you say? " I didn't say anything. "This failure has sounded the alarm for you, so you can't forget it!" Dad said earnestly, "It's all over, don't be sad. Only if you work hard next time will you succeed! " "I looked up and saw those confident eyes. I nodded and just wanted to walk into the room. "Lei Lei. "Dad stopped me again." Huh? "I believe you! "We should find that the world is like sunshine, and everything is so harmonious and natural!

Entering the seventh grade can be said to be a phased change. In the new class, it can be said that there are many good students, and the first place is farther away from me! The failure of study and competition made me lose confidence again and again. But my family inspired me to meet the challenge again and again!

Who says that family is not a harbor for ships? Who says family is not a warm garden? I want to say that family is a tomorrow full of infinite hope!

Ah, I love my family, and I love the harbor that I bring me hope!

My family gave me support.

For my family, I am grateful, but I am also a little lucky. Yes, my family is complete and there are almost no discordant notes. In this small group, only I am often absent-I live at my grandmother's house on weekdays. Only on weekends can we be integrated into the "collective". However, I can still feel its support.

I still remember last winter vacation, my scholastic teacher introduced me to the first "China Small Writers' Literature Competition". During writing, I was exhausted physically and mentally. I have a writing class during the day and am busy writing at night. I feel groggy all day, and their parents, after a day's work, are still dragging their tired bodies to support me enthusiastically.

Those nights, at midnight, my father was still studying and my mother was still reading the newspaper. I forced them to sleep several times, and they all said it was "self-study at night" In fact, I know that they are accompanying me and silently guarding me. At two o'clock, I couldn't help dragging them to sleep. They really walked out of my room. After a while, I vaguely heard the sound of cups and plates from the kitchen, accompanied by the light sound of the lid of the microwave oven closing. As expected, at 2: 30, my father came in with a plate of mutton kebabs and my mother came in with a cup of fragrant coffee. They quietly put them on the coffee table and went out.

He didn't know that the glass in the bookcase just showed me their figures.

In those days, my father had a heart attack and he was always in pain. He goes to the hospital before going to work during the day and after work at night. In this way, he can bring some yogurt and the like when he comes back. He is only worried about my stomach and bought some for me to drink to promote digestion.

When my mother evaluated the professional title, she wanted to write two papers. I said to help her type, and she smiled and shook her head and saidno. Then, I sat by the computer alone, looking for letters while typing. Seeing her red eyes, I really can't stand her spending hours like that.

At that time, I couldn't help them, and I always got their support in action. Yes, with actions, I think they know that telling me too much will be false and meaningless.

My gifted father didn't guide me. He just admitted my ability and writing talent and aura. He just looked at the back of my writing silently, and I saw his smiling face in the "mirror" of the bookcase. I understand that there is too much comfort and too much trust in it.

With the support of my family, my work won the first prize. I think it was an unforgettable victory. I don't think the gold medal belongs entirely to me.

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