People often say that father's love is a mountain, tall and majestic; Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden; Fatherly love is a pair of hands, stroking us through spring, summer, autumn and winter; And fatherly love is a tear, a tear full of temperature.

When I was a child, my father was a symbol of severity. My father really wants to help me get rid of all my bad habits. Father often said: You are a tree, and the tree will grow branches randomly. Now you should get rid of all your faults and form good habits. My father never pays attention to my study. He firmly believes that with good habits, everything will come. It is this belief that has been with me until now. My father's strong beliefs and expressions have always appeared in front of me. Yes, my father is very strong.

I am about to embark on a journey, leaving my parents outside the window. Mother took my hand and choked. I know the continuity and gentleness of maternal love. And my father just stood in the distance, supporting your majesty with his innate strength. He just looked at the train, looked at the window, looked at me, and then smiled slightly, and his mouth rose. Is it a kind of pride or an unspeakable bitterness? Then he was silent, lowered his head slightly, clenched his fist and raised his head again. I saw something moist and shiny in my father's eyes, which shook my heartstrings. My father saw me looking at him, turned around and wiped his tears with his hand. Tears full of yearning washed away his strong stalwart, and it was his yearning for me that merged into a drop of tears.

Father's love has no long soft water, no thoughtful and warm words, no blessings that can be taken with you at any time, and no temperature that I accompany you day and night. Fatherly love is a tear that sums up all languages.

2. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

If you don't experience it personally, you may never feel the greatness of fatherly love. In fact, fatherly love is everywhere. As long as you feel it with your heart, you will definitely feel its existence.

My father is very kind to me and understands me. He will let me rest when I am tired of doing my homework, encourage me and comfort me when I am discouraged. Compared with many parents, he is a very reasonable person. However, his concern for me and his care for me should start from the usual dribs and drabs.

It snowed last year, and my father sent me to an electronic piano class. I was a little late because of the heavy snow. Originally, my parents came to attend the class with the students, but because my father was afraid that sitting next to me would affect me, he waited outside for several hours. Father doesn't wear many clothes, and there is only a thin sweater in the down jacket. Finally, class is over. It's much colder outside than inside. I made a phone call as soon as I got out of the classroom door. I took off my down jacket and put it on. I watched my father shivering in the snow in a thin sweater. My eyes are blurred, and my father's figure is getting higher and higher. I hugged my father, and my father took my hand and said, "Yan Yan, as long as you can study hard, it is worthwhile for me to be tired again." He patted me on the head and said, "You must study hard. Only in this way will you succeed in the future. " I held my father's hand and felt it was cold.

In order to make my academic performance better, my father quit his job at home and watched me study all day. My academic performance has really improved, and my father's hands, which never do housework, have become extremely rough because of work.

My father smiled when I showed him my report card. At that moment, I realized that my father was really much older. ...

3. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

I remember reading a story about an eagle pushing an eagle off a cliff. I didn't understand it when I was a child, but I gradually understood the eagle's good intentions when I grew up. My father is such an eagle, and this eagle is of course me.

When I was young, I often went swimming in the swimming pool with my father, but I couldn't swim at that time. I just sit by the swimming pool and stare blankly at the adults and children in the swimming pool, playing happily, but I can only watch them play, because I am afraid of water and don't want to learn to swim. Finally, my father finally persuaded me to learn games with him. First of all, we swim in shallow water and paddle with our hands to experience how to make my body move in the water, so that I am no longer afraid of water. Gradually, I can hold the floating board in the water. I am very happy. A few days later, my father and I came to the swimming pool again. Just as I was about to go into the water, my father suddenly kicked me into the water. I was so scared that I shouted for help and took a few sips of water. I flapped my wings wildly. Dad went into the water not to save me, but to teach me how to float loudly. I fluttered a few times and listened to my father's guidance. I'm really floating slowly. I'm not floating anymore. I learned to swim.

Now, I just found out that my father let me do everything by myself. He has always been "cruel" to me. In order to let me learn to be independent and take care of myself, I never understood my father or his profound meaning. This turned out to be a passionate love!

I still remember that morning exercise, the weather was slightly cold, because I was angry with my father the night before yesterday, and my clothes were very thin, and my cold teeth trembled, so I didn't want to bring more clothes home. I was tired from running, so I stopped to catch my breath and have a rest. Suddenly I turned around and found my father not far behind me, holding a dress in his hand. I paused, thinking that my father went to work at night and stayed up all night, but in the morning ... I suddenly felt a heat in my heart and felt my father's heart that loved me deeply.

My father taught me how to be independent and how to take care of myself, so that I can stand on my own feet in the future, but he always pays a lot for me behind my back. I think my independence is a gift for Father's Day.

4. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

On Father's Day, my father and I looked through my photo albums from childhood: I was born, I can climb, I can walk, I can laugh, I went to kindergarten, I can ride a bike, I can play the piano, I went to primary school ... The photos recorded the story of my growth and my father's care and education.

I was born in hot summer, and my father gave birth to me because I couldn't blow the air conditioner and eat ice products, while enduring the heat and pain. Feed me every two hours, take a bath every day, change diapers ... Listening to my father, I am particularly "brave" and often eat a lot of milk and rice paste until I am about to "spit it out". I'm afraid I won't digest, and my father will hold me for a long time after eating. Once I ate too much, I vomited milk all over my father through my nose and mouth. Before I thought of changing clothes, my father quickly helped me clean up.

When I grow up, my father and I are in a kindergarten. In this way, I became a "little tail" for three years. I get up when dad goes to work, and I go home with him when dad gets off work. I like being with my father. He will tell me a lot of knowledge and the truth of being a man. I remember an uncle who was a kindergarten doorman. He guarantees everyone's safety every day: open the door in the morning, pick up the children at the door, patrol at night and disinfect everyone ... One day, I heard that he was leaving, and my father asked me to think about how to express my gratitude to him, because my father told me to be grateful for everything around me! Later, I said to the doorman, "Thank you, I will miss you." Uncle doorman touched my head happily, and he was very happy! It turns out that when we thank others, we will be very happy!

I grew up slowly. My father and I are sometimes like sisters, sometimes like friends, sometimes like teachers and students ... On holidays, we borrow books from the library and go shopping to buy erasers. Sometimes my father and I take me to many places to play, which makes me very happy. I like my father!

I also want to record more bits and pieces of my father and me, and cherish my father's love forever!

5. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

Father's Day is coming. In order to show our love for our father, everyone will give him gifts, which is very disdainful. But I want to give my father a unique surprise, which is unexpected.

I remember I mentioned the word "picnic" when I read the genius Cao's Forest. There must be something to eat at the picnic. Then ... I might as well treat my dad to a big meal. I don't know what to do with the money I saved recently. Now, I can use it to treat my father to a meal.

After class, I made an appointment with my father by phone and waited for him at Xunzi's Chaozu Hotel. Fifteen minutes later, my father came in and patted me on the shoulder: "OK, let's order!" " I took the recipe and began to say, "a pot of dog meat, a plate of sauteed tenderloin and two bowls of cold noodles." On a hot day, my father always wants a bowl of cold noodles in any restaurant, but at this time my father started smoking, which made me feel less. I try to remember, oh! I suddenly realized that it was beer, and I shouted excitedly, "waiter!" " A bottle of beer! "Beer was immediately served on the table. I clumsily opened the bottle cap and fell on my father. Soon, the food came. My father made a lonely heart. Seeing this, I shouted, "Waiter, 7-up. "Happy holidays to my father! I raised my glass and said.

Pick up the 7-up and give it to dad. Dad smiled happily. I was shocked to see my father's smiling face. I remember, I got a minimum score of 67 before! My father's face was so red and purple with anger that I was not so angry when I broke someone else's glass. I can't help shuddering at the thought. The food has been finished, so I found a waiter to settle the bill. I walked home with my father.

My father worked hard for many years, but he maintained it well. I have grown as tall as my father's ears. What will he do to his eldest son in the future? I will naturally worry him. I looked at my father, who was still very tall. The last golden light cast by the sunset made the shadow of father and son so long.

This Father's Day has made me grow a lot.

6. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

"Thank you for everything, supporting our family with your hands and always giving everything to me ..." A song "Father" gave me infinite reverie. ...

My father is a "double-faced". He is naughty like a child in life, but he is very strict with me in study.

One day, I accompanied my father to see the performance of my sister's school club. When we arrived at the meeting place, there was only one seat by the pillar. Because I was not interested in the performance, I gave my seat to my father and leaned against the post. Such an unintentional move touched my father to the extreme. Unconsciously, I fell asleep leaning against the post and vaguely felt something stuffed into my mouth, which scared me to wake up at once. What I have in my mouth is a piece of candy! Unconsciously, I looked at my father. My father, who was laughing, turned his head to watch the performance as soon as he saw me looking at him. Hum! Don't think I didn't see him reach the corners of his mouth.

My father is very strict with my study, and I can't make any mistakes, so when my father asks me about my grades, I always "report good news instead of bad news". But in a math exam, I only got 88 points, and the teacher asked my parents to sign it. I thought, what can I do? My mother went to accompany my sick grandmother, my grandparents were at my aunt's house, and only my father and I were left at home, so my father could only sign it. But how dare I go to see his old man's house after my test results come out? Alas! what can I do? No way, after I finished my homework, I walked up to my father carefully and said softly, "Dad, can you sign this paper for me?" Dad said, "Good!" "Wait, how did you get 88 points?" Dad flew into a rage when he saw the results on the test paper. I was so scared that I cried: "Dad-Dad, I'm sorry, I didn't do well in the exam." Dad saw me crying and calmed down and said, "Well, don't cry. Let's take a look at your question together! " "So my father pulled me down and told me my wrong question. ...

Dad's love for me can't be explained clearly in a few words. I love my father. Father's Day is coming. May the dads in the world be safe and healthy!

7. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

Love my parents all my life, love my parents all my life. The night before Father's Day, my mother and I went to RT Mart Supermarket. I'm going to cook breakfast tomorrow morning as a Father's Day gift for my father.

I carefully selected some vegetables, beans and a bag of rice. I stopped when I pushed the cart past the place where I bought fried dough sticks.

At this time, the waiter just fried two long noodles stuck together in oil. The long noodles immediately swelled up, and the color of the noodles gradually changed from white to golden yellow, emitting an attractive fragrance. After a while, the fritters were shaped and the waiter picked them up.

I remembered that my father loves fried dough sticks, so I bought a fried dough stick.

Looking at the golden fried dough sticks, I think of my father. My father is the head of the quality department of the Bureau of Quality and Technical Supervision. He goes out in the morning and almost always comes home after ten o'clock in the evening. In the past six months, I found that my father had a lot of white hair on his head. Father's Day is coming, so I decided to give my father a surprise.

I got up early the next morning. I walked out of the room quietly without making a sound, for fear of disturbing my father. I poured some soybeans, longan and sugar-free cereal into the soymilk machine. Press the switch and the speed motor will move. Then I put some zongzi into the induction cooker and turned on the switch. Later, I took out the zongzi, put the dishes on the table, and specially put golden and attractive fried dough sticks on the plate.

Everything is ready except the east wind. At this time, dad got up. I said to my father, "Happy Father's Day, Dad." Dad smiled so sweetly.

Dad, you know what? Where there is a father, there is a happy place. Although my breakfast is simple, my meal contains my attachment to you.

8. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

Today is Father's Day. I prepared a present for my father. I secretly put it in the drawer of the study yesterday. I gave my father a surprise when he went to read a book.

I was awakened by the alarm clock early in the morning. I deliberately set the time half an hour earlier than usual. After getting up, before my father got up, I went outside the community to buy my father's favorite breakfast: steamed buns, then boiled some eggs and looked at the breakfast on the table. I am very satisfied. Next, you can wake up dad. Dad got up and saw the breakfast on the table. He looked at me suspiciously and asked, "Did you prepare it?" I nodded. "How did you behave so well today?" Dad continued to ask, "Today is Father's Day." I'm embarrassed to say it. "It turned out to be Father's Day, I forgot. This is the first time to eat the breakfast you prepared. " After listening to my father's words, I feel a little sad: I have never cooked a meal for my father since I was so big. After dinner, dad went to work in the study. Soon I heard my father calling me, "There is a gift box in the drawer. Is it yours?"

"This is not mine. Open it and you will know who it is. " I pretended not to know, and my mother couldn't watch it anymore. She chimed in: "Your daughter gave you a Father's Day gift." Dad took out the box, opened it carefully and took out a gift: an electric toothbrush. My father was very happy and said to me, "I have long wanted to buy an electric toothbrush, but my daughter is very sweet." When I was shopping the other day, I saw my father pick it for a long time in front of the electric toothbrush holder, and I knew that my father liked it. I save all my pocket money just to surprise my father on Father's Day.

Looking at my carefully prepared gift, my father happily touched my head and said, "Our children have grown up." My heart is also sweet.

9. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

He is tall and strong. He is the pillar of our family of five, resistant to wind and rain and injury. He is also a warm and generous haven for our family.

He, the love he gave me, is deep and subtle. ...

He is not good at expressing, and always uses facts to express his selfless and infinite love for me!

One spring, I ate something unclean at school, vomited and diarrhea, and the whole person was about to collapse! He, when he came to school, frowned and his eyes were full of anxiety and worry. Without saying anything, he ran to the hospital behind my back. On his generous shoulders, I felt extremely safe and practical ... unfortunately, the weather was not good, and then it happened to rain cats and dogs. He covered me with a raincoat, but he let the relentless rain drop by drop, but he still strode forward in the rain. At this time, I feel that he is taller and stronger! When I woke up in the hospital, I looked at him haggard, but I looked happy. I looked at him quietly, and the traces of time climbed on his forehead. The silver thread on his temple stands out and his eyes are bloodshot. I know he spent another sleepless night. Thought of here, tears blurred my vision. Suddenly, tears fell one by one like broken beads. ...

Who is he? He is the man I respect-father! Dad, I am neither a poet nor a singer. I won't use exquisite words to describe you, and I won't use beautiful voices to praise you. I can only praise your love for me with the dribs and drabs of my life!

10. Write 500 words in the second week of Father's Day.

Father, what a familiar and common name! But in my heart, father is a sacred and great name.

That's because I have a great father; Although he is an ordinary agricultural name. But his love for me is unknown!

When I was a child, my father regarded me as the apple of his eye, but I regarded him as an honest and kind cow, always on his shoulder. Once, we went to the park with my family, and I fell asleep on my father's shoulder. And I peed all over my dad. My father patted me and smiled and said, "Hi! Hi! Wake up, it's all' Jinshan'! " At that time, my father was so gentle. He didn't complain, but loved me in obscurity!

When I first entered primary school, I felt my father was like a teacher with a degree. He helped me with my homework and got "double hundred" grades. Not only that. He often takes me to the park to play. My father and son are holding hands, and my eldest son and my youngest father are playing in the park: boating, driving off-road vehicles and bumper cars ... My father and I laugh from time to time in the park. At that moment, I felt that fatherly love was selfless and selfish …

In junior high school, I feel alienated from my closest father. Maybe he hit me and scolded me for no reason, maybe my exam results didn't agree with his mind, maybe my father worked in the field for a long time ... I was alienated from my father. Gradually, gradually, my father is getting older and older, with more and more wrinkles on his face and more and more injured calluses. I became younger and younger, and became a strong young man. My father doesn't want to educate me now, and he doesn't want to nag me ... but he loves me and thinks of me all the time, and I love my father deeply.

Fatherly love is silent love, selfless love, great love and unknown love.