Wordless Love Excellent Composition 1 If you ask me who loves me the most in the world, it must be my father!
My father, a pair of bright eyes, a standard Chinese face, a pair of strong hands, tall, white and handsome! He often works overtime, taking less than half a month off a year and working overtime on weekends. Although he works hard, he never complains in front of us.
I remember when I was a child, there was a power outage at home. It was summer and it was very hot. Both the air conditioner and the electric fan have gone on strike, and I'm terribly hot. When my father saw it, he stood behind me with a fan and said to me, "Son, do your homework quickly. Dad will slap you. " So, I picked up a pen and began to do my homework. But I did my homework too slowly. I did my homework for half an hour. When I finished writing, I found that my father was already sweating and his hands were numb. Seeing that my father didn't say a word made me feel at ease to do my homework, suddenly, my heart was sour.
On another occasion, I encountered a difficult problem on the exercise paper and racked my brains for a long time. I asked my mother, and she shook her head. Finally, I have to ask my father. I went to my father and asked, "Dad, there is a problem that neither my mother nor I can solve. Please help me have a look! " Dad looked at the paper for a while and solved the problem in less than a minute. Then, he slowly explained the train of thought to me. But he explained it again and again, and I still couldn't figure it out, but my father took the trouble to explain it to me, and finally I understood. Without my father's patience, I don't think I would have done so well in math.
Dad, thank you for quietly paying for me during my growing up, asking for nothing in return. On the occasion of Father's Day, I want to wish you a happy Father's Day, good health and smooth work!
Although Thanksgiving Day is a western holiday, it is also respected by many countries in the world. On this day, thanking family, teachers and classmates … has also become a form of our festival.
I thank my family for raising us through hard work and making me smart from an ignorant child; Thank teachers for their tireless education, imparting knowledge to us and making us smart; Thanks to my classmates, for their constant companionship. Without you, my life would be boring. Thanks to the sanitation workers, you started sweeping the floor early in the morning and made the world so clean and tidy. ...
I want to thank you-my mother.
In kindergarten, every night, you study with me and tell me stories. When I fell asleep, so did you. In the morning, you help me comb my hair, tidy my schoolbag and coax me to eat. In primary school, you watched me finish my homework and draw handwritten newspapers at night. Every morning, when I go to school, you will nag me about my carelessness and procrastination, but I know you are doing it for my own good. It's junior high school now. You pick me up every Friday afternoon and send me off every Sunday afternoon. You never let me be late. I brought a bunch of dirty clothes home at the weekend. You washed it for me in time, so that I can go to school clean on weekends. Even if I go to junior high school, I will finish my homework until midnight, and you will accompany me until I finish my homework.
Mom, Thanksgiving Day is coming. I'm still young, and what I can do for you is limited. I just chose the way I can to repay your love and companionship for so many years. When you were going to work at the weekend, I quietly washed the dirty clothes of my brother, you and dad. It may not be clean, but I have been washing it all morning. I also wiped all the tables, chairs and beds next to my house. I believe that when you come back at night and see everything in the house, you will be confused and surprised.
My mother has done a lot for us since childhood, and we have nothing to return. We only hope that the breeze will blow away her hard sweat, the sunshine will drive away the cold on the way to work, and the flowers will drive away her hard work. ...
Silent love excellent composition 3 When I was a child, you provoked heavy work with your thin shoulders, leaving a vicissitudes and boring life in your memory. Fifty years of ups and downs have passed by in a hurry. The history you wrote down is so wasted, and time and life are so precious and important to you at every moment.
Over the years, you have carried too much, and the running time has written down your greatness and loneliness. You also have childhood, you also have youth, and you also have those beautiful memories and happy gambling. I can feel the warmth of home from your hearty laughter, and I can see the greatness of father's love from your loving smile. Kind you always love to whistle out the most beautiful music in the world, serious you always look at me with that kind of deep eyes, give me strength and make me strong. Ordinary you are playing wonderful music in your own land.
I deeply remember that riding on your back as a child was like sitting on a mountain, which made me feel very safe and practical. I always hide in your arms when I am afraid, and the memory you give me is warmth. You love to laugh, and you always smile naturally and brightly. You always do things so readily, from which I can appreciate your chivalrous spirit and elegant demeanor. Your character is like Li Bai. You are wild and unruly. You use a poem called "Walking out of the sky with a smile". Are we Artemisia people? " In your laughter, I can hear the indulgence and open-mindedness of an authentic Shandong man.
You have lived in this fertile soil since childhood, and the beautiful scenery here records your ups and downs. In my life, you said you didn't want to be a farmer. I can clearly see that your helplessness, your strength and your indomitable will are all written on your face. Every time I go home, I see the wrinkles on your weather-beaten face, the silver silk on your forehead and the calluses between your fingers, which are not as comfortable as before. Your eyebrows and eyes clearly show your dissatisfaction and helplessness with life, but your eyes tell me that you are fearless and indomitable. You raised our three brothers with your life, you educated us with all your energy, and you shouldered this family with generous shoulders.
Under your influence, now I am running for that dream in your heart. I believe I will create miracles, kiss my dream to create brilliance, and tell myself that courage is the best weapon and the wing of success. Look, the road ahead is shining with golden light!
In my opinion, my father's hands are thick and powerful, my mother's hands are delicate and smooth, and my hands are white and tender. However, I like my mother's hand best, because it is not only a pair of hardworking and loving hands, but also a pair of wise hands.
When I was a child, holding my mother's hand, I grasped the best happiness, holding my mother's hand, I grasped security, holding my mother's hand, and I grasped all the warmth.
However, nowadays, my mother's hands are changing every day, not as delicate and smooth as before, and gradually getting rough. Think again, how much has my mother's hand done for me and this family? Although my mother is ordinary, she has a pair of extraordinary hands.
My mother's hands have been very busy since I was sensible, and I always feel that my mother seems to have endless things to do. Besides work, after I come home from work, my mother has to wash clothes, clean up and help me study ... Day after day, year after year, she never complains about being tired, but keeps doing it silently ... My mother's hands are really hardworking hands!
When I was a baby, it was my mother's loving hand that helped me teach me to walk step by step; When I was about to enter the middle class, my mother taught me to write one by one. When I was sick, it was her warm hand that touched my forehead again and again and changed me into a cold towel again and again.
My mother is engaged in financial work in a private enterprise, and she has always been methodical. No matter how many accounts are in my mother's hands, she always concentrates on calculating and typing on the calculator, and does not allow herself to make mistakes. No wonder the boss trusts her so much. At this time, I remembered what my mother often said to me: "No pains, no gains, no pains, no rewards"! Mom's hands are really a pair of hands full of wisdom.
If I am a boat, my mother's hand is like a safe haven, sheltering me from the wind and rain; If I am a camel walking in the desert, my mother's hand is like a big tree, shielding me from the sun.
It was my mother's hands that raised me and taught me the truth of being a man. I will take my mother's hand and get better grades to repay her.
Thank you, my good mother. Although these hands are rough and no longer smooth, they can support our happy home. Although she has traces of years, in my heart, my mother's hands are always young!
My father is an engineer. 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, profound and delicate, which I can't forget for a long time.
It was Saturday, and we were going to school, but my father's car broke down and my mother's electric car was dead, so we had to walk to school. Dad said his car would be repaired this afternoon, so he would take me home.
However, after school, I found my father instead of my silver-gray car, and I couldn't help but let out a cry. Dad told me that the car hasn't been repaired yet, and I came to pick you up, in case you were worried. Dad is a person who doesn't like sports. Why did he come to pick me up? Maybe dad pulled over and made fun of me! I looked around, but I still couldn't find my car. Dad didn't really come to pick me up, did he? !
Thinking about it, I arrived at Jinan Road. "It's time to cross the road!" I came to my senses and my father took my hand. I can't help but think of a sentence in the theme song of "Big Head Son and Small Head Dad", "Big hands hold small hands, and walking is not afraid of slipping." Now the big hand is still there, but the small hand has grown up and no longer needs to be held by the big hand. But dad still held my hand.
My father didn't talk much on the road. Like my mother, he was very concerned about my study and asked me if I should enroll in Pascal class. I hesitated: if I don't study hard, I will spend too much money, which will be very bitter and not worth it; Without reporting, I lost another chance ... I stopped talking.
Dad saw that I hadn't spoken for a long time and said, I think I'd better report it. Tired is a little tired, but it will benefit me for life! It is right to spend some money. You agreed that my father would ask me again.
From my father's words, I felt a deep father's love, and I couldn't help but make up my mind: I'd better stick to it and try my best to make a final sprint to the provincial competition! So, I nodded and decided ... Ah! Father, although your words are few and there is no profound truth, what you have given me is so vast, so profound and so delicate.
Father, don't worry! Your heart, I understand.
Everyone says that maternal love is the greatest, but you should know that maternal love far exceeds paternal love. But this does not mean that fatherly love is not great. Father loves mother love forever in this world! They are better than all the property in the world!
I remember when I was four or five years old, I was already alone in a room. At that time, I always pushed the quilt away when I slept, and my parents couldn't sleep well any day!
I remember it was a summer night. I was lying in bed, tossing and turning, but I couldn't sleep, so I turned on the air conditioner. I fell asleep soon, but I vaguely saw my mother turn on the air conditioner for a while and then turn it off. She's afraid I'm hot if she doesn't open it, and she's afraid I'm cold if she opens it. In this way, my mother turned me on and then went through customs. Dad said, "Don't worry about him, sleep for a while, and I'll turn on the air conditioner and turn it off!" " Mother said, "Don't freeze him or burn him!" " "
I, silently listening to their conversation, shed two lines of tears on my cheeks. These words, each sentence has deeply warmed my heart and blood, and also deeply branded in my heart! Over the years, I really want to say "I love you, dad and mom!" " To my parents.
Since listening to their conversation, I know that I take the initiative to help him (her) clean and wash their clothes and socks every day. ...
From that night on, I suddenly felt that I had grown up a lot and was sensible. Although I helped them, I didn't ask a word! But in order to repay my parents, they are too kind to us. No matter how expensive the book is, he or she will buy it for me. No matter how expensive the book is, they will always save money for us!
What exactly do they want? Ah, it's us, returning them with a sincere heart, and using a test paper with full marks 100 written by the teacher. We should repay them!
Wordless Love Excellent Composition 7 During my growing up, I received little care from my parents, and I was able to grow up healthily.
Among them, my father's love for me can't be left in my mind.
I remember one Saturday, the teacher asked everyone to write a composition entitled "Persuade Dad to Quit Smoking". At that time, I thought to myself: Dad never smokes. How should I write it? I think hard, but I still can't figure it out. My eyebrows are twisted into a word "Sichuan". Dad looked at me in a hurry and asked me, "What's the matter?" I heard this and told my father about it. After listening, he casually said, "Then imagine that I often smoke." But stubborn, I refused, saying, "If you don't smoke, I won't advise you. I can't write! " "At that time, after hearing this, my father immediately walked out of the house.
I thought to myself: Is Dad angry with me? Five minutes later, my father suddenly came back. I saw a lit cigarette in his hand! I think it's strange! Dad doesn't smoke. What does he do with a cigarette when he is free? Dad seems to have read my mind and even smoked a few cigarettes! I coughed several times before I saw him spit out smoke rings. I looked at his painful expression and said a lot of words to persuade people to quit smoking when I was in a hurry. My father said, "Why don't you write down what you just advised me to do?" Dad coughed several times when he said a word. At that time, I was so moved that I couldn't speak and hugged my father tightly.
Dad is a man who is not good at words. He pays more attention to me, supports me and accompanies me. I clearly remember my first trip after I learned to ride a bike. To show my courage, I refused my father's company. Just when I was on cloud nine, a big truck suddenly came. When I was in a hurry, the handlebar swayed from side to side, lost its balance and fell heavily on the ground. At that moment, I wish my father could be by my side to help me! At that critical moment, my father descended from the sky like an airborne soldier and came to the rescue. At this time, I really realized that my father was my protector. My father's care, love and support nourish my body and mind.
Dad's love penetrated into my heart, a seed of love gradually expanded in my heart, and a grateful heart grew from my heart. This kind of love has accompanied me through a wonderful childhood and will lead to a brilliant tomorrow. ...
Wordless love excellent composition 8 I will take part in a guitar competition recently, so I should practice hard every day.
On this day, I was fascinated by playing and immersed in melodious music. "Hey, pay attention to the delay!" " "Dad's stern voice suddenly came from behind, which startled me. I shivered and came to my senses. "oh. "habit to answer a.
Sound, then continue to play down. After playing for a while, my father came to see me again. "Hold the rope with your hands!" My heart is suddenly bitter and astringent. I said impatiently to my father, "I know, I know, I will pay attention!" " "Dad sighed and wanted to say something, but he didn't. After playing a piece of music, my father told me something to pay attention to, so I had to practice it again from the beginning, but I forgot to pay attention to the places that are easy to play wrong. This time, dad really couldn't hold his breath. 1 of "pa" came like a slap in the face. His face is so angry, just like A Le Baron rouge is about to explode, and his mouth is like a big black bear panting. My vision suddenly blurred and my face burned with pain. Dad turned around and took a stuffy smoke. The cool breeze blowing in outside the window made me shiver. It blows into my heart and makes me feel terrible pain. At this point, my father is like a big red-eyed wolf in my eyes.
I was so angry that I wanted to show him the potential of his son.
I practiced crazily over and over again, paying attention to all the points my father told me.
When I finished playing for the last time, my father suddenly clapped his hands and stroked my head, and his eyes softened, not as harsh as before. "Well, son. I played the best this time. " Hearing this, my eyes immediately moistened and stared at the music in front of me. Dad's praise overwhelmed everything in my heart, and the "bad wolf" finally changed back to my kind father.
Dad. I understood his kindness and I was wrong about him. It turns out that dad still loves me so much and hurts me so much. ...
With the help and support of my father, I am getting better and better, and I am ready for the guitar competition.
Wordless love excellent composition 9 wordless love, how nice!
Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside and really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.
In my father's company, it seems that there are many things that can't be handled. Because of busy business, he goes out early and comes back late every day. Mom works hard at home, and dad often goes out to inspect related work. So I even see my father several times a month, and the meeting time is not long, because every time he comes back, he just eats a meal and leaves. So, I often don't see him.
In fact, I envy those parents who have been at home with their children. They can enjoy their father's love and mother's love to the fullest.
Yes, I often have some strange thoughts in my mind: Does Dad not love me anymore? Are you leaving me alone? I silently comforted myself over and over again: no, no.
Before, I tried my best to attract his attention with all kinds of excellent results, and he was as usual. Later, I stopped doing that, because I knew it was all in vain and I was used to this life. My heart slowly developed a sense of disgust for him.
Until that day, I woke up from my dream, opened my eyes and saw my father. I quickly closed it and pretended to sleep. Want to see what he is doing. It turned out that he was tucking me in. He was afraid that I wouldn't sleep honestly, and then he caught a cold, so he tucked me in.
I was so touched that tears rolled down the corner of my eyes and fell on the pillow one by one. I was deeply moved. He is busy with official business, but no matter how busy he is, he always asks his mother about my grades. No matter how late or sleepy he comes back, he will tuck me in. ...
It's not that he didn't love me in the past, but that this kind of love is manifested in four small places in life, which is often subtle. This kind of love is called silent love, which asks for nothing in return and gives selflessly.
Dad, I finally moved. You love me, but that kind of love cannot be expressed in words. This is another way of love.
I will give a knowing smile every time I sleep in the future. I hope I will always be a happy image in his heart. Unconsciously, I gradually fell in love with this kind of fatherly love. ...
Silent love excellent composition 10 This is a kind of deep and severe love, which is silent, quiet, self-evident but noble, and this is fatherly love! For a father who can't "say love", it is never expressed in words, but in ordinary life.
I walked alone in the street, looking at people walking around in a hurry. Suddenly I stopped in front of a toy store and witnessed what happened next. A pair of parents are walking with their children, and they don't look well-off in their clothes. When they came to the toy store, the children were immediately attracted by the toys in the window. He ran to the front of the shop and stuck to it. The shopkeeper approached the child and asked him kindly, "Do you want to buy it?" The child replied without thinking: "I want it!" I never take my eyes off those toys. The mother let the child go, but the child likes this toy so much that he is eager to get it. He clung to the door of the shop and refused to leave. Mother saw it and was very angry. Walking up to him was a beating. "Can't you walk?" The mother said, trying to drag the child away. The father on one side tried to dissuade him, but he couldn't get in. He could only watch helplessly. With a bang, the mother waved and slapped the child in the face. I was frightened by this move and thought, "How can this mother treat her children like this?" The father looked at the crying child and was very distressed. He frowned and said, "Stop arguing and I'll buy it!" "No need." Mom said coldly, I don't want to buy anything. Hearing this, the child simply sat on the ground and burst into tears, and pedestrians on the road gathered around to discuss. At first glance, the mother seemed to be afraid of losing face and left the child. The child cried and looked at his mother in the distance, reaching out to hug him. Dad stepped forward, gently stroked the child's red face and whispered, "Dad will buy it for you." The child didn't cry, but still sobbed secretly. He looked far away, as if worried, looking for his mother in the crowd. Knowing that the child was afraid, the father took the child into the toy store and let the child choose his favorite toy. While paying, my father fumbled in his pocket, pulled out those crumpled bills and put them on the counter. At this time, the child on the side is holding a toy and his face is full of joy. The father picked up the child and smiled when he saw the child happy. It's beautiful and warm to watch them go far away. I also move on. ...
Maybe that's what fatherly love is. As time goes by, there will always be such a love hidden in that broad mind.