Father loves

I like wheat, too. I especially like to eat that kind of burnt wheat, that is, the wheat is burned when it is half cooked.

I remember when I was a child, my friends and I used to run in the wheat fields every May. Find someone in a sparsely populated corner and pick a lot of green wheat ears by hand. Then, we will pick up some firewood in the clearing, tie the ears of wheat to bamboo for barbecue, and when we smell a particularly strong smell of wheat, we will sprinkle the salt stolen from home and barbecue for a while. When cooked, we rub the skin off with our hands and fill it in our mouths in large quantities. Although our faces and hands are all covered with dust, we are still very happy. Roasted wheat is really delicious, which still leaves me with endless aftertaste. A faint scent of wheat is slowly rippling in my heart ... < P > Now that I am grown up, I won't "steal" wheat from the wheat field, but I still taste the delicious roasted wheat.

When I came home from school last Friday afternoon, my father was burning wheat in the yard. My father works in other places, leaving early and returning late. He is very tired and usually very busy. But he cooked wheat for me in his busy schedule, and my heart was particularly moved. Father crouched down, burning and wiping the sweat from his forehead. My father's silver hair shines like a bright moon in the firelight, which brings me light and contains his deep love for me. With a few coughs, the ears of wheat were finally cooked. After burning, my father put the wheat on the table and said, "Xiangxiang, the wheat planted in our field is ripe, and it hasn't been long since it was baked. Let's eat it while it's hot!" A fragrant smell of roasted wheat comes to the nose, which is my favorite food since childhood! Gently rub the skin with my hands, blow it with my mouth, and taste the delicious wheat, so that I can truly taste the true feelings and warmth of the world.

When I was chatting with my mother in the evening, my mother asked me if the roasted wheat was delicious. I casually replied, "This is really delicious in the world, and I still want to eat it."

My father, who was watching TV, heard this and stood up and said, "I'll pick some more in the field at noon tomorrow."

I quickly dissuaded him: "Don't go, it's so hot. Although there is no long summer yet, the temperature is not inferior to that in summer."

My father never seemed to hear it. He came back from the factory at noon the next day, rode his bike and went out in the burning sun. After one o'clock, my father came back, and he started baking wheat without wiping his sweat or drinking a mouthful of water. Ripe, the room is filled with the fragrance of wheat ...

At this moment, looking at the tall image of my father, I deeply feel the deep fatherly love, which is turning into the fragrance of wheat ears, and it is refreshing.

fatherly love

A loving mother's arm is made of love. How can a child sleep there without sweetness? What unlocks the ice is the warm spring breeze. It is gentle drizzle that caresses the green wasteland. It is the father who loves me like a mountain that unlocks the difference in my composition.

walk home with slow and heavy steps. Gaze at the distressing composition book. At this time, my father came back after a hard day's work. His eyes were bloodshot, looking at his father's aging face. Dad kindly said to me, "What's the matter, daughter?" I replied listlessly. . Look! It's time to write that composition, which is puzzled by monk Zhang Er. Dad's expression became serious slowly, and then he said to me calmly, "Daughter, you don't understand the meaning of the composition. It's not an assignment. It's a record to help you remember." Dad said a lot of words earnestly, but I said disapprovingly, "What a record! What memories! It's not like I don't have a long head! " Dad turned from seriousness to anger and from anger to anger after listening to my words. He said angrily, "You can never write well!" He stared at my bloodshot eyes and saw not anger but sadness. Dad looked at me silently, making me uneasy, "I was wrong"! So I made up my mind to do my homework to comfort my father. It took me five hours to write and revise, from revision to revision, from revision to experience, and the composition was written after twists and turns. Dad smiled heartily, it was an expression of love, it was a kind of comfort!

Father's love is not sunshine, but it shines on my heart; Father's love is not rain and dew, but it moistens my feelings; Father's love, that concern, I want to cherish. Flowers bloom and fall, and love spreads all over the world!

Father's love

I am a bird, and my father's love is the sky, and I fly in the care of my father's love. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I swim in the warmth of my father's love.

My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.

I remember that one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, which made me tremble with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said, "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling, holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand and saying, "Come on, put it on." I put on my cotton-padded jacket, which made me warm, and my heart was even warmer. My father said, "Pay attention in the future." I smiled and nodded hard. When I got home, my mother heard that I wore a cotton-padded jacket less at school and gave me a good scolding. I was about to hit me when my father came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked at my father gratefully, and my father educated me with tolerance.

On another occasion, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. My mother's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best education method, so be reasonable to them." After all, I am still a child. " Dad told me a lot of truth, which convinced me to admit my mistake.

I grew up day by day, knowing that I should be grateful to my parents. I will hand over a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.

I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to light up my life!

Father

I remember you told me the other day; A 15-year-old girl was buried in the ruins. The girl's father rescued the girl alone for 11 hours. After the girl was rescued, she hugged her father tightly. The first sentence was: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turns out that before the earthquake, my father and daughter had a quarrel, so ... < P > After listening to this story, I was shocked and moved, and a feeling of gratitude welled up in my heart.

Remember:

When I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I thanked you by laughing happily in my sleep.

When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You were extremely excited. I thanked you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.

when I was three years old, you held me, helped me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief. I repay you by practicing again and again, and finally, I learned to walk.

when I was four years old, I was afraid of taking medicine. That time, you hit me because you didn't take medicine, and your handprint was printed on my ass. I cried so sadly. You are distressed and bought me a Transformers. I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time.

when I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten. You took me to school, and on the way, you said, "Be obedient and be United and friendly with the children." I repay you, often praised by the teacher, saying that I am obedient.

When I was seven years old, I entered the first grade of primary school. You told me to go to school by myself and told me to study hard and make friends. You're afraid I can't keep up, but I'll review with me. I repay you. I always want to escape and play when reviewing.

when I was eight years old, I won the certificate of "learning activist" on June 1st. You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts.

......

Time flies. In the blink of an eye, I am fourteen years old and have entered the middle school. Look at you-a lot of silver has climbed on your head.

But your love still won't get old. Your love is like a colorful halo, covering me. Give me strength and warmth silently.

Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be disagreements and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you very well, and even I don't like you. However, a father is a father, and it is your father after all.

let's take a short time to pay tribute to the man named "dad" and say "thank you" to him. Although sometimes I can't say it to my face, he always accompanies me, listens to my boasting, listening to my stories, listening to my sadness ... < P > You are by my side, watching me grow up, watching me gradually learn to be strong and independent.

father, always caring for me and protecting me. Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father's love is like a mountain, as powerful as a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; A mountain of selfless dedication, silent support and strength ...

Dad, I know that you also have troubles, you also have pressure, and you will be tired. So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad!

Father loves fragrance

When it comes to love, maternal love is often the first thing that comes to mind. Mother's kind smile, caring nagging and careful care always move us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to ignore. Because it is not like maternal love, my father often leaves behind a hard-working back and a serious face. Under what we can see on this surface, there is something hidden in the darkness that is easy to be ignored and has a refreshing breath-love.

One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father to go for a walk in the park. Birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed to a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "It's a thrush." The father asked again, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "Thrushcross." This is the father asking again, "What is this?" Middle-aged men think it may be that their father is old and his ears are not working well, so they have a saying, "It's a thrush." Can not end, my father asked the same question again ... So again and again, by the tenth time, the middle-aged man was impatient and shouted loudly, "It's a thrush. Don't ask again! " The father was extraordinarily calm and didn't mean to be angry with his son at all. He said in a loving tone, "Thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I brought you here with me. He was very excited because of curiosity and kept asking' what is this?' For 25 times, every time I patiently replied,' It's a thrush.' Because I think you are young and curious! "At this moment, the son threw himself on his father and cried like a child.

We often see pictures of children leaving home to make a living on TV. Mother cried in a low voice, telling one sentence after another, while father always just said "well, it's time to go." So plain, who knows how much pain and love these words in this short sentence contain? He wanted to cry, but he didn't. His love bloomed in silence, only smelling a faint fragrance.

Father loves nothing

When I was a child, I always thought there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. My mother can take me anywhere I want to go and buy my favorite food. She wipes my tears when I cry ... However, I have only personally felt that fatherly love is as great as maternal love ...

When I was young, my father was always running around in his career and rarely asked me. I used to envy other people's fathers, who could tutor their children and give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently.

However, since I was in the first year of junior high school, my father has been much more concerned and strict with me. He bought me a lot of review materials and studied with me synchronously. He was both my classmate and my teacher. I helped him in English and he helped me in math. We learned from each other and improved each other. My father is like a different person, so he cares about me and loves me. For me, he studies with me until late at night. For me, he waved to the computer; For me, he even quit many banquets ... Seeing my father's gray temples, my heart was crying.

looking back, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. Blame my father for not being able to spend more time with me, for not often tutoring me in my studies, and for … too much, too much! At this moment, I know I was wrong. In the past, it was not that my father didn't love me, but that he gave me love that was unknown and unobtrusive. My father told me stories and taught me how to be a man. He loved me. Buy me many toys, he loves me; In order to let me go to school, he rushed about his career, and he loved me; When I fell, he encouraged me to stand up and be strong. He loved me ... Now think about it, my father has paid too much love for me and this family.

at night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking of my father's wrinkles and his white temples, my tears can't help flowing down the corner of my eyes and wetting my pillow again and again.

Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, and you are my eternal pride!

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