Father's love

I also like wheat, and I especially like to eat the kind of roasted wheat, that is, the wheat is eaten 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 a sparsely populated nook and pick a lot of green wheat ears by hand. Then, we picked up some firewood in the open space, tied the ears of wheat to bamboos and grilled them. When we smelled a particularly strong aroma of wheat, we sprinkled the salt we stole from home and grilled for a while. When it was cooked, we rubbed off the skin with our hands and stuffed it into our mouths. Although our faces and hands were all covered with dust, we were still very happy. Roasted wheat is so delicious. It still makes me have endless aftertaste. A faint fragrance of wheat slowly ripples in my heart...

Now that I have grown up, I will not go to the wheat field again. I "stole" wheat, but I still tasted the delicious roasted wheat.

When I came home from school last Friday afternoon, my father was burning wheat in the yard. My father works out of town and leaves early and comes home late. He is very tired and very busy at ordinary times. He took advantage of his busy schedule to cook wheat for me to eat, and I was particularly touched. Father squatted half-crouched, wiping the sweat from his forehead while burning. My father's silver hair shone in the firelight, like a bright moon, bringing light to me and containing his deep love for me. Accompanied by several coughs, the wheat ears were finally cooked. After it was cooked, my father brought the wheat to the table and said, "Xiangxiang, the wheat grown in our field is ripe. It has just been roasted not long ago. Eat it while it's hot!" The fragrance of roasted wheat came to your nostrils, and this But it’s the food I’ve loved since I was a kid! Gently rub it with my hands to remove the skin, blow it with my mouth, and taste the delicious wheat, which allows me to truly taste the true love and warmth of the world.

When I was chatting with my mother in the evening, she asked me if the roasted wheat smells good. I replied casually: "This is really delicious, the best in the world. I want to eat it again."

My father, who was watching TV on the side, heard this and stood up and said: "I will go to the fields to pick some tomorrow at noon."

I quickly dissuaded him: "Don't go, it's so hot, although it's not hot yet." It’s the beginning of summer, but the temperature is no less than that of summer.”

My father didn’t seem to hear it. He came back from the factory at noon the next day, rode his bicycle, and went out under the scorching sun. It was past one o'clock when my father came back. He didn't even wipe off his sweat or take a sip of water before he started roasting wheat. When it is ripe, the house is filled with the fragrance of wheat...

At this moment, looking at the tall image of my father, I deeply feel the deep father's love, which is turning into the fragrance of wheat ears, Threads and threads are refreshing.

Father's love

A loving mother's arms are made of love. How can it not be sweet for a child to sleep there? What breaks the ice is the warm spring breeze. It is the gentle drizzle that touches the green wilderness. What solved the gap in my composition was my father who loved me like a mountain.

Walking home with slow and heavy steps. His eyes were fixed on the distressing composition. At this time, my father came back after a tiring day at work. His eyes were bloodshot, looking at his father's aging face. Dad said to me kindly: "What's wrong, daughter?" I replied listlessly:. . Look! It’s time to write the essay that Monk Zhanger couldn’t figure out again. Dad’s expression slowly became serious, and then he said to me calmly: “Daughter, you don’t understand the meaning of the essay. It is not an assignment, it is a kind of homework. It’s just a record to help you remember. Dad said a lot of things sincerely, but I said disapprovingly: “What record! What memories! It’s not like I don’t have a brain! After hearing my words, my father turned from serious to angry, and from angry to angry. He said angrily: "You can never write well like this!" "What he saw in his bloodshot eyes when he stared at me was not anger but sadness. Dad looked at me silently, which made me uneasy, "I was wrong"! So I made up my mind to study my homework well and come to school. Comfort Dad. I spent 5 hours from writing to revising, from revising to revising, and from revising to understanding. After many twists and turns, my dad smiled sincerely after reading it. It was an expression of love. My heart is comforted!

Father's love is not sunshine, but it shines on my heart; Father's love is not rain and dew, but it nourishes my feelings; Father's love, that concern, I want to cherish as the flowers bloom and fall. !

Father's love

I am a little bird, and my father's love is the sky. I fly in the care of my father's love. I am a little fish, and my father's love is the sky. It's the ocean, and I'm swimming in the warmth of father's love.

My dad is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest dad in the world. I remember one severe winter, I was missing a cotton-padded jacket when I went to school, and I was shivering from the cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. Then I heard Wu Weiwei say: "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 said, "Come on, put it on." I put on the cotton-padded jacket, and my body felt warm, and my heart felt even warmer. Dad said, "Be careful in the future. "Ah". I smiled and nodded vigorously. When I got home, my mother heard that I missed wearing a cotton-padded jacket to school. She scolded me severely and was about to beat me. My father came over with a smile and said, "Little The child is ignorant, forget it. "I looked at my father gratefully. My father taught me tolerance.

Another time, I got into trouble outside and irritated my mother. My mother’s criticism made me blush and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw me, he hurriedly wiped away my tears, reasoned with me, and said to my mother: "Hitting and scolding children is not the best way to educate them. You must reason with them. After all, they are still children." Dad told me Many truths made me admit my mistake with sincerity.

I grow up day by day and know how to be grateful to my parents. I will give my parents a cup of hot tea when they are tired; after dinner, my parents will take a rest and I will wash the dishes.

I have a good father who lets me know what love is. I grow in love, and a lamp of gratitude lights up in my heart, illuminating my path in life!

Father

I remember a few days ago, you told me that a 15-year-old girl was buried in the rubble, and the girl’s father spent 11 hours alone to rescue the girl. After being rescued, he hugged his father tightly. The first thing he said was: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that before the earthquake, the father and daughter had a quarrel, so...

After hearing this I was shocked and moved by the story, and a feeling of gratitude surged into my heart.

Remember:

When I was one year old, you held me and told me stories. I repaid you by smiling happily in my sleep.

When I was two years old, the first word I spoke was: "electric light". You were extremely excited. I repay you by saying "light" repeatedly.

When I was three years old, you held me, supported me, and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my staggering steps, and smiled happily. I repaid you by practicing repeatedly and finally learned to walk.

When I was four years old, I was afraid of taking medicine. That time, because you didn't take medicine, you beat me and your fingerprints were left on my butt. I cried so hard. You felt distressed and bought a Transformers for me. I repaid you by smiling happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time.

When I was five years old, I went to the small class in kindergarten. You led me to school, and on the way you said, "Be obedient and be united and friendly with the children." I repaid you and was often praised by the teacher for being obedient.

When I was seven years old, I entered the first grade of elementary school. You asked me to go to school by myself and told me to study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can’t keep up, but I will review with you. I repay you because I always want to escape from reviewing and always want to play.

When I was eight years old, I won the certificate of "Learning Activist" during June 1st. You are very happy and encourage me to keep up my good work.

......

Time flies like water. In the blink of an eye, I am already fourteen years old and have entered middle school. Look at you again - there are many silver threads on your head.

But your love still never grows old. Your love is like a colorful halo, surrounding me. Silently give me strength and warmth.

Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; sometimes, you may have disagreements and conflicts; sometimes, I don’t understand you very well, and may even dislike you. However, your father is your father, and he is your father after all.

Let us take a moment to pay respect to the man called "Dad" and say "thank you" to him. Although sometimes he couldn't say it in person, he always stayed with me, listening to me bragging, listening to me talk about my experiences, listening to me telling my sad things...

You are by my side, watching me grow, watching Gradually I learned to be strong and independent.

Father, you are always caring about me and protecting me. Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father's love is as strong as a mountain; it stands as silently as a mountain; its selfless dedication like a mountain silently gives support and strength...

Dad, I know that you also have troubles, and so do you. With stress, you will also be exhausted. So, I will try my best to understand you. come on! Dad!

The fragrance of father's love

When it comes to love, the first thing that often pops into people's minds is maternal love. 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, what the father often leaves behind is the back of hard work and a serious face. Underneath what we can see on the surface, there are hidden things in the darkness that are easy for us to ignore and are refreshing - -like.

One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father go for a walk in the park. Birds were 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: "Thrush." ??This is It was the father who asked again: "What is this?" The middle-aged man thought that maybe his father was old and his ears were hard to use, so he said, "It's a thrush." ??But before he finished, his father asked the same question again... and so on. Repeatedly, for the 10th time, the middle-aged man lost his patience and shouted, "It's Huamei. Stop asking!" But the father seemed particularly calm, and didn't mean to be angry with his son at all. He spoke in a loving tone. He said in a tone of voice: "More than thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I led you here, who was naughty. You were very excited because of your curiosity and kept asking, 'What is this?' a full 25 times. Every time I answered patiently: 'It's a thrush.

’ Because you are still young and curious! "At this time, the son suddenly fell on his father and burst into tears, like a child.

We often see farewell scenes on TV when children leave home to make a living. The mother cried softly and gave instructions one after another, but the father always only said in the end, "Okay, it's time to go." "It's so plain, who knows how much pain and love are contained in just a few words in this short sentence? He would have cried loudly if he wanted to, but he didn't. His love bloomed in silence, and he could only hear and see it. A faint fragrance.

Father's love is silent

When I was a child, I always thought that there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. My mother could take me wherever I wanted to go. My favorite food, she wiped my tears when I cried... However, I have only now personally felt that father's love is as great as mother's love...

When I was young, my father always Running around in my career, I rarely care about me. I used to envy other people's fathers, who could tutor their children and provide them with all their material needs.

However, since then. When I was in the first grade of junior high school, my father was more caring and strict with me. He bought me a lot of review materials and studied with me at the same time. He was both my classmate and my teacher. I helped him in English. He helps me in mathematics. We learn from each other and improve each other. My father seems to be a different person. He cares about me so much and loves me. For me, he studies with me until late at night; for me, he waves with the computer; for me, he waves with me. I even resigned from many banquets... When I saw my father's gray temples, my heart was crying.

Looking back on the past, I had too many misunderstandings about my father, and I blamed him for not being able to spend more time with me. I blame my father for not tutoring me often... too much! At this moment, I know that I was wrong. In the past, my father did not love me, but gave me love that was unknown and unobtrusive. I tell stories to let me know how to be a human being, and he loves me; he buys me many toys, and he loves me; he works hard to get me to go to school, and he loves me; when I fall, he encourages me to stand up and try to Strong, he loves me... Now think about it, my father has given so much love to me and this family.

At night, lying on the bed, looking at the bright moonlight, I thought of my father's wrinkles. My father's white hair, my tears couldn't help but flow down the corners of my eyes, soaking my pillow again and again.

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

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