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Fatherly love

I remember when I was a child, I was very timid and loved to cry. I was often bullied and cried every time I was bullied. At this time, my father was very kind to me. Whenever I shed tears, he would spoil me in his arms, protect me and make me laugh,

Comfort me and say, 'you've grown up. Learn to be strong. Don't cry all the time, you know?' Hearing this, my nose was sour and I couldn't help crying again. I didn't like crying, but I didn't have the courage to face difficulties,

The father said kindly, 'setbacks and difficulties are the stumbling blocks on the road to success. Many great people were at a loss when they faced difficulties, but after many hardships, they finally became a great poet and a university student. Therefore, you shouldn't cry. Be strong. Crying will only make you look more cowardly and incompetent, you know?' My father's words puzzled me. They are too profound. Maybe I will understand them when I grow up.

With a flick of my finger, time passed quickly. In the twinkling of an eye, I went to primary school. At the beginning, I was still very afraid. In the face of strange teachers and strange students, I felt hesitant and uneasy. After class, I could only sit alone in my seat and read. I felt very happy. At least I had books to accompany me. I was not lonely. composition

One day, when I was playing the swing in the park, I saw some vicious boys coming up. They surrounded me. My heart began to tremble. Suddenly, another boy grabbed the swing tightly with his hand and threw me to the ground. My tears flowed down again. At that time, I only heard their laughter. I cried all the way home. My father saw my eyes red, I must have been bullied. Then I dried my tears and held me in my arms like a spoiled baby, so I stopped crying,

I didn't understand and asked, 'dad, why do they always bully me? I don't understand. Didn't you say that as long as you have a kind heart, others won't bully you? But why do they bully? " composition

Then my tears began to sob again,

Dad comforted me and said, 'I said before, but it doesn't mean that if you have a good heart, you won't be bullied. Kindness is a virtue, but you should also learn to be strong. You can't lack either.'

I choked and said, 'dad, I can't do it. I'm not so strong. I'm useless. I only cry when I encounter difficulties.' dad gently touched my head and said sincerely: 'it doesn't matter. Take your time. One day, you will become strong. You should also have confidence in yourself. Don't abandon yourself. Dad can't protect you for a lifetime.'

I heard it and burst into tears. Yes, one day, I will grow up. I can't always rely on my father.

In junior high school, I stopped crying. My father's words often echoed in my ears. I also tried to get along with my classmates. Gradually, I learned to be strong. Whenever I encounter difficulties, I always think of my father's words. I must be strong, so that from then on, I am no longer a little girl who only knows how to cry. Now I learn to be strong, Learned to be grateful.

Now I am a high school student. Although I always remember my father's words and don't shrink back in case of difficulties, I can only solve some small problems. I often cry in case of big problems and am often laughed at. Everyone gives me a nickname 'slug'.

However, my father loves me very much. Although I am not so strong and always weak, my father still lovingly holds me in his arms and protects me, which makes me feel very happy.

I still remember another time, when I was playing in the forest, I lost my way and couldn't find the direction to go home. I began to look for my father everywhere, but I couldn't find it. Tears flowed out at this time. It was getting dark and my heart was more afraid. I admit that I was cowardly and timid. I stood where I was and didn't dare to move my steps. My whole body began to tremble. At this time, A figure came over. When I saw it, it was my father. I ran over quickly,

Trembling said, 'dad, don't leave me. I'm afraid. I'm really afraid.'

Father didn't say anything, just felt me trembling and held me in his arms with pity.

This is my father, a great and unknown father. He loves me more than himself. From small to large, he has never hurt me at all. Father's love is great and selfless. Although I have no maternal love, I have a father who loves me. I feel very happy.

I finally understand that being a man must learn to be strong, and I believe I can do it.

Senior two of Hengyang No. 2 middle school: the sweet princess's father's love has touched my heart. People often say that mother's love is like water and father's love is like mountains. Only the mountains and rivers add together can form a kind of color with beautiful mountains and rivers. Father's love is like a bird, mother's love is like a flower, the bird is singing, and the flower emits its fragrance. Only when the two are added together can we form a colorful world with the fragrance of birds and flowers. notes preceding the text of a book or following the title of an article

The deepest memory in my memory is the love of my father. Since the day I was born when I was a child, my mother was weak, so she couldn't take care of me. When I was just born, my father replaced my mother and took care of me and my mother. He was tired out.

Since the day I was seven years old, I began to be sensible. I began to go to primary school, but my father and mother often had no time to take care of me because of their busy time. Therefore, I always didn't study hard at school. I remember once when I fought with others at school, I scratched my classmate's face. At noon, the classmate's parents came to school with his father, But his father didn't say anything. As soon as he found me in the classroom, he slapped me heavily. At that time, I cried and my whole face was blue. At this time, the head teacher just came in and immediately called my father. At that time, my father put down his work, I rushed to the school at an urgent speed. As soon as I entered the school, I immediately walked into my classroom to comfort me and ask me if there was anything wrong. At that time, I cried 3000 feet. After a while, I fainted. My father immediately rushed to the school medical room with me. When I woke up, I forgot everything.

Until afterwards, my father often worried about my study and was afraid of causing trouble for me, so he sent me back to my hometown. At that time, my father sent me back to my hometown. When I went to school the next morning, my father bought me breakfast and left. At that time, I told my father not to go, but he promised me, but he didn't do it. When I finished school at noon, I ran home, When I got home, my father left me, which made me cry. composition

Later, when my father called, I didn't answer. Whenever they called, I hid in bed and cried. Finally, it was summer vacation. Just today, they had nothing to do, so our family came to Dameisha happily. At this time, we didn't expect an unfortunate thing to happen. We wanted to go swimming together today, but I thought it was fun, I swam to the middle three or four meters deep by myself, but my feet suddenly cramped and I almost drowned. But my father saw it and swam quickly, but my father couldn't swim. At this time, my father almost drowned in order to save me. At this time, his action deeply moved me. It turns out that more than maternal love is the greatest in the world, There is something greater than maternal love, that is, paternal love.

Father's love is like a pair of warm hands, protecting me, a bird hit by the storm in the rain, preventing me from being hurt and protecting my young heart. Father's hands are like a pair of wings that take me to the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. Father's hands are like the sun, shining on my fragile grass. composition

Father's love touched my heart. That drop of muddy tears touched my heart. When I was a child, I looked at my father with childish 'hatred' eyes. In my impression, other people's fathers are always so amiable and let their children play coquettish in their arms, while my father is always so cold and serious, and what he left me is only the harsh scolding when he makes mistakes & hellip& hellip; Gradually, I no longer longed for his care, but learned to fight back with a cold attitude and isolate my heart from his heart.

After junior high school, perhaps due to the rebellion of adolescence, I began to have bad phenomena such as inattention in class and low efficiency of homework after class. My father severely scolded me for this, but I turned a deaf ear.

Finally, on that night, 'War' broke out. ' Look at you, what have you become! " Father's hand was full of '& times;' 'Do you still want to read? ' I was already full of resentment, and I didn't want to. I muttered in a low voice: 'if you don't read, don't read. What's the big deal & hellip& hellip;' Father was stunned. His homework book fell to the ground and pointed to me with trembling fingers: 'you & hellip; Say it again! " I am even more arrogant: 'don't read if you don't read & hellip& hellip;'

'PA --' before the voice fell, a bright red palm print immediately burned on my face & hellip& hellip; With tears in my eyes, I glared at my father, stroked my hot cheek, turned and ran into the room, slammed into the door and cried on the bed. After all, this is the first time I have been beaten

I don't know how long it took, there was a heavy knock outside the door. I immediately wiped away my tears and pretended to sleep.

With a squeak, the door opened. It's my father! He quietly walked to my bed and saw that I had 'slept', so he gently covered me with a quilt. Then, my father sat down gently and looked at my red cheek with tears. His eyes gradually turned red, 'tick', and a cold muddy tear fell on my hand. Father cried! composition

Suddenly, my heart seemed to be touched by something. The moment when a drop of muddy tears fell kept repeating in my mind. It not only fell on my hand, but also in my heart, making the already closed heart tremble again.

In the hazy, I looked at my father carefully. A little silver was added to the original dark and shiny hair, the former straight waist seemed to be bent, and the strong hands became rough & hellip& hellip; Gradually, my eyes became moist. More than ten years of wind and frost have carved his strong father into a middle-aged man with white temples. In these ten years, what he will never change is his mountain like deep father's love for me: this love is always full of seemingly cold gestures.

At that moment, that drop of muddy tears deeply touched my heart. Not only for this dirty tear, but also for my father's deep father's love, I must show my due style on the stage of my life with full confidence & hellip& hellip;

Zhou Xi'ao, the second year of Shantou Feixia middle school, is an original article by users of this website. Reprinting without permission is prohibited! Friendship is also a kind of moving 'moving' sometimes hidden in a sentence; Sometimes hide in a smile; Sometimes hide in an action & hellip& hellip; This word may mean ordinary in others' hearts, but it means extraordinary to me. It also contains a friendship.

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