Father's love is like a cup of coffee, the first taste is bitter, but the sweeter the taste is; father's love is like a sandwich candy, the appearance is hard, the heart is really soft; father's love is like a book, the surface is plain, but the book is full of knowledge.
My father was strict, but he loved me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I happily went to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard and the other foot on the ground. But I couldn't stand steadily. The more I couldn't skate, the more anxious I was. The more anxious I was, the worse I was. I didn't want to learn, so I said to my parents: 'let's go home. 'My father said aloud: 'no, I haven't learned yet? How can I go home? I can't do anything halfway. I thought, "why don't you let my mother help me to learn? When I was about to carry out my plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me: 'learn everything by yourself. Only in this way can I learn better and faster. My dependence is too strong to learn well. Otherwise, let's compare and see who learns first, OK? 'I dare to be angry, but I don't dare to say it. I said unhappily:' OK, compare. I thought to myself: if you don't believe it, you can learn it. You're a lot older.
Looking at my father's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. It was ridiculous. With a sound of 'Dong', my father wrestled. At this time, my father got up from the ground and squatted on the ground looking at the skateboard. It seemed that he was thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, one foot holding the direction, swinging left and right, and the other foot using the skateboard The sliding of the force, slowly body become so light, so beautiful. 'I'll skate. Come and see. 'My father cried happily. I feel ashamed and think my father can learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.
Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. When my father saw that I was limping, he was very distressed. He helped me sit down and asked me with concern: 'what's the matter. 'after listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine box and helped me wipe the wound while blowing the painful place with his mouth and said:' you can bear it. It will hurt at first. When the blood slowly disperses, it won't hurt. Under my father's treatment, I gradually feel better, and my feet don't hurt any more & hellip; & hellip;
Ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you, too.
Six hundred words of my father's love Through the glass door to explore, light rain pattering, only a few not closed night shop lights are still on, how many lonely nights like today, I alone with tears in my cheek sitting in the corner of the bedroom, looking at the photo of the white father, he is so kind and kind, holding my little hand walking in the vast fields sucking the flowers Fragrance, how long no such calm memories, and more like before, holding your warm palm.
Every time the slowly moving train comes to me, I always like to sit on the seat by the window and stick out my head. My father takes out pickled sauerkraut and hands it to me. I know better than anyone that my father is reluctant to part with me, but I always smile and say take care. I bury my thoughts and concerns in my heart, turn around and wet my eyes with tears. I'm a strong father all my life. I've never seen you fall off because you are not strong Tears, have never seen you wipe tears for the bitterness of life, pain in front of me, bravely buried the grievances in my heart, these years, my father, you learned to bear, but the most unbearable is my father's tears down the train station to send me away, but every time I feel tears are flowing to my heart, over the years, I look at your years left behind the mark, pale My hair fell to the ground. I didn't know how hard it was for my father until I grew up. Once I only knew how to ask for it without a IOU. I never thought about your tired father. Looking back, I found that your hard work for this family over the years has bent your straight waist and wrinkled your smooth skin. I still remember my favorite question: what is your father worried about for me? Father, you always keep smiling, but you don't speak. When my father is panting up and down the stairs, I really know that the father who runs behind me is really old, and the child he cares about most is really grown up.
Father, don't refuse the trivial care. Thank you for your company all the way. I always remember the father who ran behind me in that photo. I'd like to switch you with my one. Qin Chun will stay forever. I just want to ask you, are you ok? Father. On father's day composition: invisible father love 600 words, outside the window, silent, the trees are listless squatting. A sullen atmosphere enveloped the whole dormitory, everyone was bare arms, dare not act rashly. It's a terrible weather. If you move a little, you'll sweat a lot. But I didn't feel bored at all and giggled with pride.
Before I came to school, my father asked me to bring that big quilt, but I refused to say anything. In order to fight, I also deliberately quarreled with him, and put down a sentence: you don't have to worry about freezing to death, and then grow up.
Just as I was still filled with the joy of 'victory', there was a sudden clanging sound of coat hangers outside the window, accompanied by a piercing wind and bean like raindrops falling from the sky. Suddenly, the temperature in the dormitory dropped sharply. Relatively speaking, my mood also changed 360 degrees. Everyone put on clothes one after another, picked up the ready quilt and hid in the happy and warm quilt. And I, like a snake, can only roll into a circle, struggling in bed, repenting.
Wake up, the weather is still so cold, rain or not willing to go, God seems not to forgive me. After getting up, I had more than ten snivels in a few minutes, and I probably caught a cold last night. I'm really pitiful. I don't even sympathize with my body. On the way to the canteen, I vaguely saw a familiar figure. With a big bag in one hand and an umbrella in the other. Most of the umbrella covered the bag, but the right half of the whole person was hit by the rain. He turned his head, walked to me in three and two steps, handed me the big quilt and some winter clothes, and took out some cold medicine packages from his trouser pocket. His face was covered with rain, and his hair and trousers were wet. I was very surprised, but what made me even more surprised was that he not only didn't scold me in a rage, but also said: the weather is getting colder. Pay more attention to your health. There are several packages of cold medicine in it. My family is still busy. I have to go first. Facing his back, I cried out from the deepest part of my heart: Dad, I'm wrong. I can't wipe away my tears as if they had opened the gate. I can't tell rain and tears from my face. Dad has gone away, the figure is more and more fuzzy, but I will always engrave my father's figure in my heart.
Fatherly love is always hidden behind you. It will pop out when you need it. Father's love 600 words father's face is full of vicissitudes, father's body covered with sweat dust, father's hands covered with calluses. The bright hoe is hiding lonely in the cold corner, and I watch it silently. It was it that bent my father's tall body. With hatred, I broke it into two parts, patted my dusty hand, raised my unruly mouth, turned around and saw my father shaking in front of me. When I was in a daze, my father gave me the most profound education lesson in my life.
I have contradicted the teacher's nagging, I have contradicted my mother's nagging,. Looking at my father moving slowly away from my vision, leaving me in a mess and falling on the desolate grass, the tears that are about to overflow are swallowed by me forcibly, and the hot cheek is printed with bright red Wuzhishan.
On the corn rack, the golden color dazzled my heart. In the yard, several withered corn stalks swayed in the autumn wind. In a trance, I saw my father bending down in the field and carefully loading the corn into the car. In a trance, I saw the wheels pressing the corn stalks, leaving a good harvest wheel on the soft soil in the field.
Smelling the fragrance in the air, the corner of my mouth twitches slightly. The broken hoe is like my father's broken heart. Once, my father waved his hoe alone in the field, and the small pit dug out by the hoe buried his father's sweat, like a pearl. Once upon a time, I saw my father, who worked hard in the field, riding a bicycle in the distance. I hate to leave my youth in the dry fields.
Think of their ups and downs, floating achievements, think of their time wasted in the illusory game, even think of their hoes are not up to. I thought that if I killed my father's hoe, my father could have more rest at home, even for a moment. All this is their own unreasonable. Bird less frivolous hurt the father's calm heart, do not know what gorgeous words to use to apologize to his father.
I feel my sorrow. I have drawn countless angels in the description of love, but I can't use this critical moment.
When I entered the room, it was the quarrel between my father and mother. My aunt took a breath and slowly spat out a sentence to the ground
Father, I'm sorry.
There was silence in the room, leaving only the tick of the second hand.
Xingang grade 2: 600 words of Cao Jing's father's love: his father's love is pure, heavy and unknown.
It was a weekend and father's day. Dad was sleeping in the room as usual because he was on the night shift, while I was quietly doing my homework in my study. But when I was about to use my homework book, my mind was just making trouble. I turned my schoolbag over and over and couldn't find it. Suddenly, for a moment, I remember that I forgot to take it home at school. Anxiously, I was ranked in the study & hellip; & hellip; at that time, I didn't know filial piety. I walked to my father's room and opened the door. A loud noise woke my father's sweet dream. I told him the truth. My father got up without hesitation and accompanied me to school.
The gate of the school was closed tightly, dad said to the guard, and took the key, we entered the school. There was no sound in the hall. I ran to the classroom, as if stepping on the cloud of happiness, smiling all over my face, forgetting to be at school! Dad walked without saying a word, and I followed. After a while, I came to my classroom. Dad took the key to the door and opened it for a long time, but he couldn't open it. After looking at the key, I knew it was from Class 3 (4). Dad ran back again, his face became serious. I smile silently, thinking that my father is angry with the door hygiene. Finally, the door was opened, I ran to my seat, and found the crumpled exercise book in my drawer. Left the classroom, left the school.
On the way home, it began to rain unconsciously. My father saw that I was dying of cold and took off the coat for me to wear. From time to time I feel like I've got infinite warmth. Since that time, I have understood that father's love is full of the whole world; I have understood that my father has been selflessly dedicating me, and I regret my rude attitude towards my father