In the ordinary life of study, work and life, many people have had the experience of writing compositions, and they are all familiar with compositions. Composition is a kind of verbal activity, which is highly comprehensive and creative. How to write an essay to avoid making mistakes? Below is a composition on "Parental Love" that I carefully compiled. You are welcome to learn from it and refer to it. I hope it will be helpful to you. "Parents' Love" Essay 1

Every parent loves his or her children. For children, parental love is as important as air. Only parental love can make us grow better. At the same time, Parents are also indispensable good friends in our growth. Let’s listen to the story of my parents and me.

My mother is a good helper when I am discouraged. When I did not do well in the math test, I thought to myself: I will definitely be scolded by my mother when I get home.

However, when I signed the test paper to my mother, I lowered my head for fear of being scolded by my mother. However, things were not as bad as I imagined. My mother only said: "It doesn't matter. If you don’t do well in the test this time, try harder next time, and try your best to take the test next time!”

After listening to my mother’s encouragement, my heart was filled with a huge force, as if it was about to surge! As if coming out.

Only with encouragement can you have confidence.

Dad is the healing potion for me when I am proud. This year, I subscribed to "Jinhua Evening News Little Reporter". I sent an essay to Teacher Chen's mailbox, and Teacher Chen helped me submit it. Unexpectedly, my essay was published in the newspaper. What a surprise!

I told my dad about this happy event, but my dad said: "Don't be proud, keep working hard next time." I know this is my dad's tough love for me.

Whether it is my mother’s kind love or my father’s strict love, I know it is their love for me. I believe that with the love of my parents, I will grow stronger. "Parents' Love" Composition 2

If a mother's love is as deep as water, then a father's love is as thick as a mountain. Some love is kind love, and some love is tough love, but as long as it is true love, it is worth cherishing.

In my impression, my mother is always gentle and patient, while my father is always nagging me and very strict. Therefore, I always have a lot of dissatisfaction with my father. I remember one night, after I finished my school homework, I lay lazily on the table, not wanting to do extracurricular homework anymore. My mother saw me and guided me patiently, but I was still lazy. When my father saw me like this, the conversation started again:

"If you don’t want to learn, don’t learn. Learning is your own business. If you always rely on your mother, stop learning..."

"You're here again, she's still a child, you can't hit her like this!" Mom said angrily. "Isn't she like this? She doesn't want to learn in the first place. If you force her to learn, she will definitely not be able to learn. What's the use?" Dad still didn't give in.

"Please guide your child positively!" The mother said angrily, holding back her anger, her face turned red.

I was very scared, and I was very angry with my father. My father always targeted me, as if he didn't love me at all. Dad seemed to want to say something, but was pulled into the room by mother. I stared at the door blankly, listening to the quarrels in the room... Since then, I have always had a problem with my father and felt that he did not love me at all.

However, later I discovered that in my daily life, my father always took good care of me.

One day, my father took me home. On the elevator, I suddenly found a crack on my father’s hand. Dad said it was cracked by washing dishes. "Dad," I gently took my father's hand, "your hand..." "It's okay, it doesn't hurt at all, it's much better." Dad quickly took his hand back. Yes, there were several cracks in Dad's rough hands. The hands were so dry. I looked at them heartbrokenly. If Dad hadn't worked so hard for me, would he have worked so hard? But I have always ignored my father's love. When I think of this, tears flow down and my heart aches.

Dad’s love is so constant, like a big mountain; mother’s love is so warm, like a pot of fire in the cold winter. Mom and Dad, how can I repay you and live up to your love for me? ! "Parents' Love" Essay 3

Parents' love is like the source of our life, inspiring us to thrive; parents' love is like the thin strings of a kite, guarding us and holding our hands all the time. , soaring in the blue sky; the love of parents is the roots of trees, providing us with the resources for life. But the love of parents is sometimes kind and kind, and sometimes it is harsh and harsh.

It was an extremely hot summer vacation, with the temperature reaching a maximum of 38°C. I am only ten years old but severely overweight. So, my father "tailor-made" a weight loss plan for me, including playing basketball, table tennis, skipping rope... These are all daily necessities, and even the food has changed from "big fish and meat" to "meal." For a fat man, this kind of request can only be left with the words "impossible". The week went by in a blink of an eye, and my body began to take too much.

In the second week, my physical fitness began to decline rapidly. My father said: "Son, it's okay, just practice for a few more days." But my mother was completely opposed: "No, let's do this again." My child is exhausted, absolutely not, absolutely not!" Both parents were unhappy and began to argue: "We must not let our children practice like this. Can his little arms and legs handle it? Should he eat more? Eat rice, fish, meat, vegetables and rice, everything is indispensable. This can also supplement vitamins ABC! "

"I am doing this for my son's body. What about your vitamins? It’s useless without exercise! Nowadays, junior high school students are required to run 1,000 meters and 2,000 meters in the morning. With his body, I don’t think he can run 800 meters in junior high school, let alone 2,000 meters.”

Dad and mother started to quarrel. You shouted and I shouted. The parents' "Lion Roaring from Hedong" voice was deafening. Finally, with the persuasion of my aunt, my parents stopped quarreling.

Many similar things have happened in my family, but I believe that whether it is a kind mother or a strict father, they all express warm love to me, but they express it in different ways. Only if I seriously judge which kind of love is right can I slowly move forward. "Parents' Love" Composition 4

1. Father's love is like a mountain

Quiet, the room is so quiet that only the ticking of the big clock on the wall is heard; the roar of cars on the street outside the window It was extremely harsh, so quiet that I could hear my own heartbeat clearly...

My mother went on a business trip, my grandma went home, my father was busy at work, and I was left alone at home at the age of five. I was on guard all the time, feeling nervous and scared. I looked forward to hearing the familiar yet unfamiliar sound of the door lock soon. It was dad who was back, because I had already heard his footsteps...

I rushed forward and threw myself into my dad's arms. The unhappiness of the day instantly turned into tears of grievance. "Xue, stop crying!" Dad said softly, hugging me and comforting me as much as possible. The clouds cleared up immediately and I smiled happily. Father's love is like a mountain. Father always gives us support and warmth...

2. Deep love between mother and daughter

There is no one on the street, the rain is still falling, I silently Looking out the window, tears fell silently. "Mom, why haven't you come back yet!" My heart was tormented by loneliness and fear... The room was empty, the cold wind only made my hair stand on end, and the rain was getting heavier...

Outside the door, suddenly There was a crisp and beautiful sound of the key. I ran over quickly without wearing shoes, barefooted, opened the door, and threw myself into my mother's arms.

"I brought you cakes, candles, books, gifts..." Mom said gently. Then I threw myself into the decorations for my birthday without stopping. Under the lamp, the large piece of cake exuded "dazzling light", and the candles flickered with beautiful light. This was the most delicious cake I have ever eaten, and the most beautiful day! Mother and daughter love each other deeply!

With the love of our parents, we are happy, and I am proud of it! "Parents' Love" Composition 5

In life, our parents' love for us is everywhere. Such a thing happened to me.

One time, my test scores were very poor. I thought to myself, this is terrible, and I will be criticized again when I go back. Why! It’s so unreasonable. As soon as I entered the house, my father asked me: "How many points did you get on the test?" I replied: "85 points." My father scolded me: "How did you get the test? Since it is so bad." My mother on the side heard my father's question. He scolded me and hurried over to rescue me: "Stop quarreling with your son all the time. He can just try harder next time." My father ignored my mother's dissuasion and continued to be cruel to me and criticize me. I ran to the house desperately and quickly closed the door and lay down on the bed. My parents were quarreling very loudly outside, and the sound kept reaching my ears, and I fell asleep within a short while.

In a blink of an eye, it was time for the exam again, and I got the test paper. I read the test paper first, and when the teacher blew the whistle, I started writing seriously. The next day, the test results came out. I went home and immediately told my dad: "This test scored 95 points." Dad said: "It's okay. You know why I criticized you last time. Keep working hard and don't be proud. ”

Later, I finally understood why my father criticized me. It turned out that he was educating me so that I could do well in the exam next time. Finally, I understood that the love of parents is great. "Parents' Love" Composition 6

Parents' love is like a warm umbrella, protecting me from the wind and rain when I am wandering in the wind and rain. My parents' love is like a burning flame. When I shiver in the cold wind, it raises the torch of love for me. My parents' love is like a big tree in the sky. When I sweat in the heat, it provides me with shade and coolness. My parents are like this, doing many things for me in obscurity and selflessly.

When I was young, my mother was afraid that my learning would be worse than other children in kindergarten, so she put aside what she was doing and patiently taught me to write, read, and recite ancient poems... every time When I make a little progress, my mother will feel extremely happy; when I am a little naughty, my mother will also look at me with a smile, because she likes to see my innocent side.

Gradually, as I grew up, my mother helped me sign up for many interest classes to relieve my study pressure. But my mother and father are gradually getting busy. I know that my father and mother have worked hard to give me a better learning environment, to make me healthier, and for our three generations to live happily. They lose their entertainment time, their rest time, and their family time, all the time running around. Despite this, they still took time to accompany me, learn English with me, chat with me, go shopping with me, and see nature with me. Although these things are small, every thing is engraved in my heart. in my heart. Whenever I see my parents lying on the bed tired, I will rub their backs, wash their feet, find some interesting campus jokes to tell them, and make them laugh every time.

As time goes by, my dear parents, their hair has gradually turned pale, but this has not made them lose their innocence and passion for work. I know that parents' love is profound and meticulous. My parents always give me correct guidance when I make mistakes. I want to say to my parents, thank you, parents, for your hard work, I love you! "Parents' Love" Essay 7

There are no parents in the world who don't love their children. I also have parents who love me, which makes me feel sweet in my heart.

My father is sometimes very cruel to me, always saying that I can’t learn no matter how hard I learn. When I was in first grade, my father checked my homework and found that I couldn't do a question, so he taught me carefully. But I still couldn't do it, so he scolded me and said that I didn't study hard. After that, he threw my homework away and stopped teaching me. At that time, I hated him very much. I just didn’t understand why he said I didn’t care! She often compares me with my cousin. After a while, my father said earnestly: "Go and pick up the homework, and then I will teach you." I picked up the homework and studied with my father. But my mind is not spinning fast. Dad taught me several times, but I still don’t understand it at all. Dad was very disappointed and asked me to study in my own room. Suddenly I felt that I was very useless, I couldn't even answer such a simple question. When I returned to the room, tears immediately flowed out. My mother came to my room and explained it to me in a gentle voice, and I finally learned it.

Although my father would beat me and scold me, this was also a way to encourage me and make me grow. A few days ago, the math test paper was handed out, and I scored 89.5 points, which was very poor and a step down from the last time. Dad looked at my test paper and said, "I failed this time because I didn't read the question carefully. I marked '×' if I didn't make a mistake in the question, but you didn't read the question and marked '×', which is self-righteous. You must also be careful in calculations." One thing, don't be careless. It's not okay to make such stupid mistakes all the time. Do you understand? "I understand." "Read the questions carefully in the future." Dad said, "Keep working hard next time." Mom came back and said, "We support you, do better next time!" I listened, put away my tears, and said Mom and dad smiled together. When I was getting ready to go to bed, I overheard my father saying to my mother: "I hope she can understand that I am cruel to her, and it is for her own good." After listening to this, I felt that I should not blame him. I made up my mind to get good grades to repay them.

Parents love their children the most. They are sometimes cruel for our own good. I love you, Mom and Dad. "Parents' Love" Essay 8

During the summer vacation, my parents went to learn how to manage an orchard. They went there for five days. They must have been on the phone every day because they were worried about me being alone at home. , sending WeChat messages, making it impossible for me to do my homework quietly.

One day, my parents’ behavior was really intolerable to me. They called each other every five minutes - "Have you eaten? Did you do your homework well at home? Are you taking your cold medicine on time?" But you can't open the door to strangers..." As soon as I heard these words again, I was almost bored to death. So, in order to do my homework quietly, I decisively turned off my phone.

At noon the next day, I suddenly heard a knock on the door. I thought for a moment: Mom and Dad’s study time has not arrived, so it can’t be Mom and Dad. Is there really a bad person? I walked to the door in fear and listened to the movement outside. Unexpectedly, I heard a familiar voice. It turned out to be my father.

I was surprised to see that my father was not neatly dressed as usual, but was disheveled and sweating profusely. I hurriedly asked my dad: "Dad, what's wrong with you?" Dad took a breath and said, "I thought something happened to you. I called you and sent you a WeChat message but you didn't reply." At this time, I blushed with embarrassment. Oh...

Because I suddenly understood that what I rejected turned out to be the love of the greatest and selfless parents in the world. "Parents' Love" Composition 9

Parents love their children, but they love in different ways and will get different results. We grow up in the love of our parents, which includes kind smiles, enthusiastic encouragement, and strict requirements. If we communicate with our parents regularly so that both parties understand each other, life will become more harmonious and beautiful.

My father's love is hidden in the "love lunch". Every morning, my father gets up from the warm bed and cooks for me. Whenever I open my lunch box at noon, some greedy cats will gather around me to see what delicious food I bring. I ate every meal with gusto.

I used to think that every classmate was like me and could have breakfast cooked by my father. But later I discovered that some students were holding bread and milk in one hand on the way to school. I thought: Can such a breakfast satisfy hunger? Is such food safe? I couldn't help but think of my breakfast of pancakes, noodles, fried rice with eggs, etc. It was all kinds of things - my father cooked for me in different ways every day. I was so touched.

Mother's love is hidden in every day She takes good care of me. Every day my mother comes home from work and washes my dirty clothes. When I put on clean clothes the next day, I feel very happy. Although I don’t go home now, I will still be strict. My mother no longer checks my homework, and I will complete it myself so that I don’t have to worry about my parents.

Parents’ love is a beacon that lights the way forward. A pair of telescopes allows us to see the vast sky. Parental love is a guide that helps us find the source of wisdom. "Parental Love" Essay 10

There are many things in life that can be appreciated by parents. These are the things we should remember most about our love.

That afternoon, I was sitting at my little table doing homework, and after a while, I finished my homework. Then, I felt very bored, so I sneaked to the second floor, walked quietly, like a thief, without making a sound, opened the door, immediately ran to the computer, turned on the computer, sat on the chair and started playing the game. . I played for a while, and just when I was fascinated, suddenly, a voice that scared me sounded in my ears: "Huang Hongbin, you can't play on the computer." "It turned out that my mother and father were back. When they saw me playing on the computer, they were furious and furious.

"Why, I have finished my homework, why can't I play on the computer? "I said.

"Because playing on the computer will make you short-sighted. "My parents said.

"But I have only played for 10 minutes, and I will continue to play for a while. "I replied.

"Whether you listen or not, if you don't listen, you know what I will do. "Dad threatened me.

"I listen, I listen. "I said repeatedly.

So, I had to turn off the computer obediently. My parents scolded me for such a trivial matter. Do they not love me anymore? Think about my classmates, they can do whatever they want. Playing on the computer! However, what happened next showed that my parents loved me very much.

When I was serving dinner, my mother suddenly saw that I was serving too little rice. , said to me: "Son, this is too little rice, you should have more." "I listened to my mother's words, picked up the rice bowl again, brought it to the rice cooker, and filled some rice. At the dining table, just when I was about to pick up the vegetables, suddenly, a pair of chopsticks picked up the meat and put it into my bowl. I looked Looking at the thick arm, it turned out that it was my dad who picked up the piece of meat. When I finished eating the piece of meat, my dad picked it up again. A piece of meat, and then said: "Eat more meat, eating meat can make you stronger. "So, I ate this piece of meat again. At this time, I was eating the meat that my father gave me and the rice that my mother asked me to serve, and I felt very happy.

I felt very happy. I was confused, why were they being so nice to me at this time? I thought about it and figured it out. My parents didn’t let me play with the computer because they didn’t want me to be nearsighted. They actually cared about me in the future. , I will play less with the computer and listen more to my parents. "Parents' Love" Essay 11

Everyone has been loved by their parents. Today, I will introduce to you the love of my parents!

My father works outside all year round, so I have always received less fatherly love than other children of the same age since I was a child. Gradually, I got used to it. I remember that time when my father was in a car accident. After the bad news reached home, everyone in the family was very anxious, except for me who was doing my homework as if nothing had happened. After this incident, my father seemed to be aware of all this, so he became more concerned about me now that I think about it. Well, I'm really too ignorant. I often see some adults getting angry at their children and losing their temper at every turn. Look at my dad. It's really a huge difference since I became sensible! My impression is that he is strict, but most of it is amiable.

My mother is a kind-hearted rural woman. She has never pampered my sister and me. She has made us independent since childhood. Habit. The love my mother gave me was as much as the raindrops when it rained. When I had a cold and fever, she went to the pharmacy to buy medicine for me in the biting cold wind. She also sent me to school in the heavy snow. In order for me to have a good breakfast, she got up early to make breakfast for me. She once got up in the middle of the night to cover me with a quilt... Although these things are small things in life, they are worthy of us singing a song for her.

It has been fourteen years. My parents have worked hard to raise me for fourteen years. During these fourteen years, countless years have already carved deep wrinkles on their faces; during these fourteen years, Every step of my growth is inseparable from the meticulous care of my parents; during these fourteen years, I have gradually become wiser and grown up, while they have gradually aged... Maybe time has passed too fast.

Me. Dear Mom and Dad, now your daughter has grown up, become sensible, and can take care of herself.

In the past fourteen years, I have only been asking for things, but I have never known how to repay you. I have never known how to send you a cordial greeting. Today, here, I sincerely say to you: "Mom, Dad, you have worked hard." ! ""Parents' Love" Composition 12

Father's love is like a mountain, higher than the mountain; maternal love is like water, gentler than the water. A warm word, a kind look, and a delicious meal are all the deep love our parents have for us.

One day I was doing homework at home. My father went out after breakfast. When he came back, he was holding a bag with a fish in it. Mom ran over quickly, and then the fish started to cook. She first opened the lid of the pot, poured some water into it, then cleaned the fish, put the fish into the pot, and finally put various seasonings into the pot and closed the lid. I asked my mother: "Why do you want to eat fish today?" Mom smiled and said: "You will know in a moment."

The fish was ready, and the fragrant smell made me drool. All flowed out. At this time, my father took out a cake from the room, and I couldn't help shouting: "Oh, today is my birthday, I almost forgot!" My parents sang a birthday song to me together, and then they Start tasting the fish my dad bought. Mom separated the fish from the middle and gave it to me to eat piece by piece. I found my mother cutting the fish head and eating it, so I said: "Mom, don't eat the fish head, eat some fish meat." My mother said gently: "I like to eat fish heads, you should eat the meat first, be careful "In fact, I know that fish heads are not delicious, and my mother just wants me to eat more fish.

That’s how mom and dad are, I love my mom and dad! "Parents' Love" Essay 13

People say, "Mother's love is like water, father's love is like mountains." My parents are such people.

My parents took good care of me in my life and study. Whenever I couldn't wake up in the morning, my mother would wake me up from my sleep like an alarm clock. Whenever I come home from school, my mother will prepare a lot of delicious meals. Whenever my test scores are not satisfactory, my mother will encourage me to try harder next time like a teacher. Whenever I was praised by the teacher, my mother would repeatedly tell me not to be proud.

I remember that some time ago, I suddenly developed a high fever at night. Because my mother returned to my hometown, I was so scared that my father was at a loss. When I woke up early the next morning, my father picked me up and ran all the way to the hospital. I saw my father running upstairs and downstairs non-stop, taking me for blood tests and paying for medicines. He was so tired that he was panting. When I was hanging up the saline solution, my father sat in front of my hospital bed and watched me. My mother called me one after another, asking how I was doing.

In my memory, my parents’ love is like the sun every day, shining on me as I grow. My parents' love is like a towering tree that protects me from wind and rain. My parents' love is like a warm spring breeze, bringing me deep care. I want to tell everyone loudly that I am the happiest child because I have the most beautiful love in the world, which is "mother's love is deeper than the sea, and father's love is higher than the mountains"! "Parents' Love" Essay 14

My parents care about me meticulously every day, but I don't seem to realize my parents' hard work. Instead, I often lose my temper with them.

I get up early in the morning, get dressed, wash my face and brush my teeth, while my mother folds the quilt for me. ah! It turns out that my mother's love is in this quilt...

Dad turned on the radio and listened to the news while cooking. I was packing my schoolbag, and my father made the meal and hurriedly called me to eat. Yo! It turns out that dad’s love is in this delicious meal...

On the way to school, my dad helped me carry my heavy schoolbag and walked me to the school gate. ah! It turns out that father's love is in this heavy schoolbag...

After school, when I got home, my mother bought me my favorite fruits and many books. Yo! It turns out that mother's love is in fruits and books...

In an ordinary day, I capture a lot of love.

It turns out that I live in the care and love of my parents every day, so I should repay my parents with actions...

When my parents come home from get off work, I want to pour them a drink Boiling water will warm their hearts; before going to bed at night, I will bring water for parents to wash their feet. ...They will definitely be delighted! When my parents call me, I am no longer impatient or too lazy to answer...

Day after day, I bathe in the love of my parents, and I also learn to love my relatives and friends! "Parents' Love" Essay 15

Mother's love is boundless, as broad as the ocean, but do you know what mother's love is?

Mother's love is a Hold an umbrella. One time when I came home from school, it was pouring rain outside. Many of my classmates’ parents came to pick them up, but my mother did not come. Suddenly, a warm big hand held me. I looked up and saw that it was my mother. She smiled slightly and took me away. Along the way, my mother kept the umbrella towards me. When I saw it, almost all of my mother's clothes were wet, but my clothes didn't get any water at all.

Mother’s love is a cool breeze. One hot summer night, the power went out. I was lying on the bed, and the heat was spreading everywhere.

At this moment, the "savior" came. My mother brought a big fan, sat beside my bed, and gently fanned me. Unknowingly, I quietly fell into a sweet dream.

Mother’s love is a learning machine. I remember that time, I was doing math homework, and I finished it quickly on a piece of paper. When I was doing the Mathematical Olympiad question, I was dumbfounded. I was actually asked to count how many dimes there were. Alas, we are really not enemies who never meet! After thinking about it, I counted it over and over again. Who would have thought that I would actually count this number? Many answers came up. At this moment, my mother came. I picked up my math homework and asked my mother. My mother looked at the question, sat down, and started to explain it to me. My mother told me once, and I scratched my head and looked at my mother in confusion. My mother was not angry, but told me in another way. After listening to it, I was still a monk - scratching my head. I don’t know how many times my mother told me before I understood. I only know that my mother’s eyes are full of patience.

There may be a lot of love from your mother, but have you ever repaid her? Even if you just say thank you, she will be happy.

Here, I also want to say loudly to my mother: "Mom, I love you! Thank you!"