The love of parents is the guiding light on our way forward. From the time we were born, our parents raised us, taught us to walk, taught us to talk, told us all kinds of nursery rhymes, taught us a lot of truth about being a man, and pointed out the direction for us to move forward. Every day when we grow up, we are permeated with the hard sweat of our parents. Every child's growth is inseparable from great fatherly love and selfless maternal love. Only with the great and selfless love of parents can we grow up happily and carefree. As we grow up, our parents will grow old day by day with the passage of time, but young people still don't know how to honor their parents, and they always play coquetry in their arms!

From birth to growing up and entering the society, we can't do without parents watering them step by step with their selfless nectar. Under their care, from babbling to stepping into the school gate, from primary school to junior high school, from junior high school to senior high school, from senior high school to university, and from university graduation to society, we are all soaked with the hard work of our parents. Parents are like towering trees, and we are like small trees, growing in the shadow of our parents. Under the care of our parents, we have grown from a small tree to a towering tree!

I am a girl loved by my parents. As long as I can remember, I have been my parents' little princess. Unlike other children's families, my family conditions are not very good. My parents are old and my family is not very rich. They scrimped and saved me delicious food. No matter what I need in my life, no matter how difficult it is, they will try their best to meet it. Everything they did was for me, and they devoted all their love and efforts to me.

My father is an honest and kind man. In daily life, he never squanders a penny, saves what he can, rarely buys new clothes for himself, and always leaves something delicious for me to eat. I went shopping with him and met my favorite clothes. They are never stingy and always buy them for me. I'm very picky about food. My father always chooses what I like to eat to buy for me. This year, when my mother is not at home, I will look after the children for my second brother. At home, my father cooks, washes clothes and does housework for me. My father always chooses my favorite dishes to cook every meal, but he often eats a leftover old meal himself. I said, "Dad, throw away the leftovers and eat the newly cooked rice!" " Eating old rice is bad for your health! "But he said," you know, our family is not a rich family now. It's a pity to dump the leftovers. Dad eats leftovers, too. Dad is in good health! " "My father is afraid that my study task is tight and my body can't stand it. He orders milk for me to drink every day, and often buys me cakes and things I like to eat, and cares about me everywhere.

Last semester, one Sunday, I went to my classmate's house to play. I was in a good mood and forgot to go home. I looked up at the yard. It is dark outside. Look at your watch. It's past nine o'clock in the evening. So, I'm in a hurry to go home, lest my father get angry. When I got home soon, I thought my father was asleep! I quietly opened the door, the noise of TV reached my ears, and my father was sleepy sitting on the sofa. Hearing my footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes; "Oh, you're back, haven't you eaten yet?" Say that finish, he put the food on the table. "What have you been doing all night?" I struck up a conversation. "Clean the house, clean the room."

Clean the house, clean the room? Dad's extremely plain words hurt my heart like needles. Didn't dad rest so late? When my mother is away, my daughter just plays outside and can't help her father with some housework. I thought to myself: when I play carefree, does my father always work hard at housework? Did dad cool the food, heat it, heat it? Have you been waiting for me to come home? Really ... Oh, my God! My heart tightened, and a stream of tears of guilt flowed out.

The love of parents is the guiding light on our way forward. From the time we were born, our parents raised us, taught us to walk, taught us to talk, told us all kinds of nursery rhymes, taught us a lot of truth about being a man, and pointed out the direction for us to move forward. Every day when we grow up, we are permeated with the hard sweat of our parents. Every child's growth is inseparable from great fatherly love and selfless maternal love. Only with the great and selfless love of parents can we grow up happily and carefree. As we grow up, our parents will grow old day by day with the passage of time, but young people still don't know how to honor them, and they always play coquetry in their arms!

From birth to growing up and entering the society, we can't do without parents watering them step by step with their selfless nectar. Under their care, from babbling to stepping into the school gate, from primary school to junior high school, from junior high school to senior high school, from senior high school to university, and from university graduation to society, we are all soaked with the hard work of our parents. Parents are like towering trees, and we are like small trees, growing in the shadow of our parents. Under the care of our parents, we have grown from a small tree to a towering tree!

I am a girl loved by my parents. As long as I can remember, I have been my parents' little princess. Unlike other children's families, my family conditions are not very good. My parents are old and my family is not very rich. They scrimped and saved me delicious food. No matter what I need in my life, no matter how difficult it is, they will try their best to meet it. Everything they did was for me, and they devoted all their love and efforts to me.

My father is an honest and kind man. In daily life, he never squanders a penny, saves what he can, rarely buys new clothes for himself, and always leaves something delicious for me to eat. I went shopping with him and met my favorite clothes. They are never stingy and always buy them for me. I'm very picky about food. My father always chooses what I like to eat to buy for me. This year, when my mother is not at home, I will look after the children for my second brother. At home, my father cooks, washes clothes and does housework for me. My father always chooses my favorite dishes to cook every meal, but he often eats a leftover old meal himself. I said, "Dad, throw away the leftovers and eat the newly cooked rice!" " Eating old rice is bad for your health! "But he said," you know, our family is not a rich family now. It's a pity to dump the leftovers. Dad eats leftovers, too. Dad is in good health! " "My father is afraid that my study task is tight and my body can't stand it. He orders milk for me to drink every day, and often buys me cakes and things I like to eat, and cares about me everywhere.

Last semester, one Sunday, I went to my classmate's house to play. I was in a good mood and forgot to go home. I looked up at the yard. It is dark outside. Look at your watch. It's past nine o'clock in the evening. So, I'm in a hurry to go home, lest my father get angry. When I got home soon, I thought my father was asleep! I quietly opened the door, the noise of TV reached my ears, and my father was sleepy sitting on the sofa. Hearing my footsteps, he suddenly opened his eyes; "Oh, you're back, haven't you eaten yet?" Say that finish, he put the food on the table. "What have you been doing all night?" I struck up a conversation. "Clean the house, clean the room."

Clean the house, clean the room? Dad's extremely plain words hurt my heart like needles. Didn't dad rest so late? When my mother is away, my daughter just plays outside and can't help her father with some housework. I thought to myself: when I play carefree, does my father always work hard at housework? Did dad cool the food, heat it, heat it? Have you been waiting for me to come home? Really ... Oh, my God! My heart tightened, and a stream of tears of guilt flowed out.

Composition: The same father loves maternal love.

Father's love is like a mountain, often deep and severe; Motherly love, like water, is often gentle and delicate. In my heart, my mother is the greatest, because she has my life. If I want to use a balance to measure my parents' love, the weight will always be biased towards my mother in my heart.

I am always obedient to my mother and obedient to my father. I don't know why I always listen patiently when my mother talks to me. But when it comes to dad, no matter how good he is to me, I always get tired of him and often quarrel with him. I know he did it for my own good. I am always tired of him and often quarrel with him. I know he did it for my own good. He cares about me because he loves me, and I just refuse to love him.

No matter how headstrong and reckless I am, he always has a heart that can tolerate me, and I think he is used to it. Whenever he asks me if I am thirsty, hungry or cold, I don't know where my anger comes from.

paternal love

Just yesterday morning, my mother just woke me up from my dream. I glanced at my watch with hazy eyes and started my "busy work" in the morning. I finished my clothes quickly, and then I began to wash my face and comb my hair. It takes me the most time to comb my hair in the morning. If you can't comb it well, comb it again, and look at the mirror left and right. After five minutes, my mother began to shout: hurry up with the ink, and I will return: hurry up with the ink? You all think I'm slow and say I'm fast and annoying. Mom said: You see you have combed your hair for so long, and you still blame others for saying you. This is a quarrel between my mother and me.

After a while, the war subsided and we ignored each other. I was just leaving after supper. My mother said to put on my vest. Today, my fire is cold. I said I couldn't wear it. I wonder if it's cold. It's really annoying This is my mother's fire. We had another big fight, and then my mother left me another sentence: get out! I picked up my schoolbag and left ... It was ridiculous to think about it when I got to school. In fact, my mother is good for me and cares about me, but I don't understand.

Fatherly love >; mother love

Not long ago, we had classes in the afternoon. I looked outside. On a sunny morning, it suddenly snowed heavily. My classmates and I are going to grandma's house for dinner. Just after school, we were walking. Suddenly I saw a particularly obvious person. I am wiping my eyes. Yes, it's my father, because everyone is in a hurry to get out. Only he braved the heavy snow and went in. My classmates and I went to my father and saw him. I'm glad we don't have to go back, so we walked back to the classroom. We were about to have dinner when I saw that my dad also sent me something, saying it was for my classmates. I looked at my father's wet hair and felt like saying no to it. ...

These are my parents.

Finally, I just want to say that it is not that mom and dad are lucky, nor that mom and dad love you, but that "father love = maternal love".

Fatherly and motherly love composition

The only comfort for parents is a little progress in their children's growth; Parents' only hope is that their children will get ahead when they grow up So people often say that the greatest thing in the world is the love of parents.

In my heart, my parents will always be my spiritual pillar. They educate me with "heart" and influence me with "love" Although they are very strict with me, even a little mean, I think this is a kind of silent love. |

I have a high ambition since I was a child, and I firmly believe that I have a high willpower, but my parents don't agree with my idea. I think my idea is correct. There is a generation gap in our knowledge. Actually, I was wrong. I will only be immersed in my own joy and dare not face the reality and accept my own shortcomings.

My father is a psychologist. He likes to reason with me and let me choose among the reasons and find the reason. Let me know from the bottom of my heart that I should face everything bravely. My mother taught me by force. I didn't like her way, but I accepted it. The only advantage of her way is that her mother's encouragement gave me encouragement again and again, which made me struggle again and again. My parents can say "carrots and sticks" to me. Let me not only give in to them, but also admire them very much.

Everything my parents do is for me. Although, sometimes I will succeed. I didn't get my parents' watch. But in fact, they all laughed silently, but they didn't show it and didn't make me proud. When I succeed, they will be proud of me.

Parents keep their love in their hearts and then spread it to their children bit by bit. Let it sprout, give off a strong fragrance, and let the fragrance float around people.

The silent love of my parents made me stop meditating and told myself to be a strong person. I believe that tomorrow's sunshine will be bright and tomorrow's growth will be better.

Their love may be doomed to be ignored, because it is so ordinary and ubiquitous. But they still love me without hesitation and gave me a loving home. Because I am their child.

His hands are rough, but they are big and warm. He often holds my hand and lets the warmth flow through every corner of my body. He often raised his hands and hit me, but he never really hit me, not once. He often pulls me to tell stories about the past, and his face is full of memories of the past. He often takes me to amusement parks, and I have a good time, but there is a little smile on his always serious face. He never said "I love you" to me, but I know he loves me because I am his baby.

She has a gentle face in Zhang Shanliang. She always looks at me with concerned eyes and smiles gently. She likes to touch my head and spit out some advice and instructions with a faint smile. She likes to look at me and often looks at me like a daze for a long time. She likes to smile happily when taking photos with me, just like a girl. She likes braiding my hair, stroking my hair gently and giggling. She likes to hug me gently and say "I love you". She likes to rush over and hug me when I walk into the room until I can't breathe, and then let me go with a childish smile and say "I'm sorry". Her love filled every corner around me and gave me everything without reservation, because I was her baby.

They all have a heart full of love. They never helped me when I fell. They just watched me cry miserably until I got up alone. She would touch my head and giggle and say, "You are great." He will look at us with a smile. On the bus, they will refuse the person who gave me his seat and say, "You are old enough to stand". When I am sick, he will send me to the hospital without saying a word, and she will always stay in front of my bed for days and nights. Every night, they will carefully pull the quilt for me so as not to wake me up. They always love me as much as possible, because I am their child.

I think, maybe I am a flying fish, I can fly, but I can't live without water, because water is my parents and I am their baby.

But we can't live without the sea, because the sea is our home.