Parents' love is something we once wrote in our composition, but it may not be so easy for us to understand the true love for our parents! The following is the relevant information about my parents' love articles for your reference!

Parental Love Essay 1: Parental Love

Author: Yu Zhuo

Last November, my grandson and Mrding got married for the 3th anniversary.

Lao Sun is my father and Mrding is my mother. They have known each other for forty years. They were classmates in high school, but it is said that they didn't look at each other pleasing to the eye at that time. Mrding said that I was ugly and rustic at that time, with a face of pimples. Eric said, Mrding is a tall woman, completely without feminine taste.

But, just like what is shown on TV, aren't the two people who ended up together always fighting when they didn't like each other at first?

they were admitted to the same university? Lu 'an Teachers College, which is today's west anhui university. Mrding studies English, and Lao Sun studies Chinese. After graduation, they were not assigned together, one in Shannan and the other in Huagang, both of which were small towns in Feixi. In the year of graduation, my father, my grandfather, suddenly fell ill because of cancer. In order to see his only son get married before he died, he urged them to get married.

Just when I started dating Mrding, I suddenly got ready to get married. In 1986, Grandpa dragged his sick body to the street and gave them some furniture on credit. Two people got married in the humble dormitory assigned to Mrding by the school, and then I came into being.

I haven't seen my face. I was so poor that I didn't even leave any photos. I only know that in the first two years of my birth, I and Mrding were always in two places. Two years later, I overcame all difficulties and transferred to Mrding.

When I grew up, I looked through old photos at home and found many letters that my old grandson wrote to Mrding at that time. They were thick in stacks. I have to say that my old grandson, who was studying Chinese, was still very romantic. The contents of the letters were nothing more than pouring out his thoughts and looking forward to the future. The workers stuck eight-cent stamps squarely and arrived in Mrding's hands on time every week.

Lao Sun said that every time he left Shannan, Mrding would secretly set the clock at home forward one hour to cheat him in order to make him leave later.

when I was a child, I often saw them quarreling. Mrding is an only child, and I am the only boy in the family who has been favored since childhood. They quarreled, and the battle was simply a volcanic eruption. In my young memory, the big water tank, the iron pot for cooking, the kettle for boiling water and the glass of the bookcase at home were basically changed several times, as long as they could be smashed. Not far from my home is the court. In my memory, Mrding held me and argued with me and went there, saying that he wanted a divorce. As for why he never divorced, it is unclear.

Lao Sun is a typical Aries, self-centered and impulsive. Mrding is a down-to-earth Taurus, hardworking and conscientious. When I was young, I was a literary youth. At that time, everything was just beginning. They were guarding two small bungalows in the school, and several vegetable beds were opened at the back of the house. I built a small chicken coop with cement at home, and I raised a few chickens and several pigeons. Mrding went to play with her green vegetables, peppers and eggplant when she was free. Many years later, when they recall that period, they all feel that it is simply a paradise-like day, and the fairy couple is nothing more than that. As long as I can remember, I know that my parents are not the richest, but they must be the most creative, because they make my life very interesting: the grape trellis built by my grandson in the yard is shaded in summer; Old Sun and Mrding took me to climb mountains and go by boat. Old Sun personally made many gadgets for me. Whenever the teacher asked me to do experiments, I always took out the most exquisite one. Mrding made many small clothes and handicrafts for me with her industrious and dexterous hands, and my old grandson took me to run all over the mountains, took me to swim by the river in summer, and set up a tent for me to count the stars in the wild?

Later, I grew up slowly. When I was in high school, my family moved to the county seat, and there were no more ridges and vast fields where I could fly kites. Eric and Mrding are also much busier than before. Sometimes when they are busy, they can't see each other from morning till night.

as far as I can remember, I don't have any particularly romantic actions with Mrding. I never bought Mrding flowers once. They all call each other by their first names and never call each other dear once. But there are many, many small things that prove their relationship? Hold your hand and grow old with your son? The oath. I will buy some gifts for Mrding when I go out of town, but I can't get back to Mrding's mind. Either the color of the clothes doesn't like it, or the necklace is not the texture she wants; When Mrding cooks every day, I always find fault with him. For example, braised pork burns like fried rice cakes, and the food is cut too big, which can kill people?

I have a quick temper, but Mrding has a slow temper. Every time I go out for a walk or stroll, I think Mrding dawdles, and the most disturbing thing is that they often get separated in the crowded crowd, which has been the case for so many years. Every time I go out cheerfully, I must be sweating in the end looking for Mrding, and Mrding, who is slow to beat, is wandering around somewhere.

Mrding has poor eyesight and high myopia. I often tease her that she is an aunt with four eyes, and Mrding is very upset. But I always go out at ten o'clock in the evening rain or shine while laughing, and take Mrding home who is tutoring self-study at night, and mumble:? Don't ride a bike if you have bad eyes. You can't drive well.

Now they still quarrel, and they quarrel more, but they don't quarrel with each other in a lethal way. They are all bickering, maybe they are old. They both become chatty and bickering. It's just right for them to grow old together, and they don't dislike each other.

I once asked them what they thought about love. They couldn't say for a long time, and finally, there was affection between them, so there was no feeling of love. But I think, Mrding must love me, otherwise, when I was slightly ill, she would be anxious to take him to hang expert clinics everywhere, and not at such a good age, a big beauty with big eyes and black eyes in big braid would be willing to marry me, a poor boy who even had to pay for his furniture. I must love Mrding very much, too. He just has rough feelings and is not good at expressing, but he always tells me that you have the hardest time caring for your mother.

Mrding and my grandson have known each other for 4 years, and have been together under the same roof for 3 years. Whenever I chat with my friends and listen to their jokes that I don't believe in love anymore, I will think of my grandson Mrding, and the tiny time when they stayed together and cared for each other. I think as long as they are together, I will always believe in love. They seldom tell me their feelings about love, but they get along with each other, care for each other and tolerate each other, which is the best education about love for me.

Write this essay and wish Mrding and Lao Sun happiness forever.

Parents' Love Essay 2: Parents' Love

Author: Dreamer in Spring

In the morning, I was still immersed in a warm dream, and I was awakened by a burst of footsteps in the courtyard. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, I saw my father's thin shadow massage, beat his chest and kick his legs in the hazy morning fog, and began to exercise his bones and muscles. Father got up so early! Soon, with the sound of a side door, my mother got up, and the familiar melody of rejuvenation medical exercises immediately sounded in the quiet courtyard, and the voice was so low. They are afraid of disturbing me while I am still sleeping. I stood quietly by the door, watching my father and mother doing exercises with the demonstration on the screen. My mother was soft and skilled, while my father looked busy and stiff like a clumsy duck, and his appearance was very funny.

In my impression, my mother is smart, wise, enthusiastic, impatient and recognized as a capable woman in the village. My father was a half-soldier. When he was young, he worked as a blacksmith, built a boat and participated in the construction of the dam of Liujiaxia Power Station. Honest and frank, lofty and calm, he is a real stubborn old man in the eyes of outsiders. Before retirement, my father, who has always been accompanied by words and drawings, with steel bars and concrete as his companions, spent most of his life shuttling on construction sites. He was usually taciturn and resolute, and had a good reputation in the local area. But I know that behind my father's silence, I devoted my life to this family. He loves us and his mother, and has always cared for her, a rural woman with little education. In that extremely feudal and poor era, let the mother's heart always bloom in the sun. So from a very young age, I played jokes on my father.

I remember that in the winter when I was more than four years old, my mother had not come back from visiting my sick grandfather. One day, playing alone outside, I looked at the road where my mother came back, and suddenly I felt a move and ran to my father to say that my mother was back. Hearing this, my father, who was sitting on the threshold smoking a stuffy cigarette, Pa? As soon as you throw the cigarette in your hand, you stand up and rush out. Where is your mother? It's at the intersection of Galiu Team. ? By the time my father rushed to the intersection of the sixth team, I found my prank, and I had stumbled away with two warped braids. Only my bad laughter and my father's stomping were left flying on the loess road.

At that time, my father, for the sake of my mother and our family, was like a migratory bird running around all the year round. Only during the winter, when the construction site was frozen and couldn't start work, did he come back with large and small bags, new clothes and food for our brother and sister. When we catch leisure time, we pester our father and pull our mother to tell us books, stories and play games, and the red clouds like girls often fly on her face. Now I think that time was the happiest moment of my life.

due to years of wandering around, poor conditions and extremely irregular life, my young father suffered from severe gastroenteritis and was forced to retire at home just after he reached the age of 5. For the sake of my father's illness, my mother accompanied my father all over the surrounding hospitals, large and small, and never got better. Finally, the helpless mother listened to the persuasion of an old Chinese doctor and gave her father mutton soup every day. Mother was born afraid of fishy smell and couldn't smell the smell of mutton. For her father's illness, she went to town and bought a casserole. Every day, she carefully stewed her father's stomach and spleen and soup. This stew lasted for ten years. My mother's insistence completely broke the doctor's prediction that my father would not live for three months until he recovered today.

My mother has been suffering from rheumatoid arthritis since she was young, and in her later years, many diseases have been added, such as prolapse of lumbar intervertebral disc, hyperosteogeny and tracheitis. Anyway, all the diseases she deserves seem to converge on her. On rainy days, I can't stand up in pain. I saw Auntie Bo and Auntie Li in the village with my own eyes. Because of this kind of disease, their bodies have been severely bent and deformed, and they almost fell to the ground like a big shrimp head when walking. My father saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. He visited famous doctors and studied Chinese medicine books. Wherever he went, he asked, as long as there was a glimmer of hope, he would not miss the opportunity of treatment. The home is full of therapeutic instruments, massagers, vibrators and other instruments for treating bone and joint blood circulation and dredging collaterals. After retirement, my father, who runs a small shop, spends more time and energy on his mother besides going to his own class normally. Get up at five o'clock every morning and give my mother a full-body massage. Later, I heard that doing aerobics is effective for lumbar disc herniation, and I asked someone to buy EVD and download the video of aerobics for my mother to practice with. Mother is an impatient person, and after doing it for a while, she stopped doing it. So the busy father had another task, besides giving his mother a massage every morning, he also accompanied her to do exercises. When I came back from work in the afternoon, I scrambled to circle livestock, burn kang and cook medicine for my mother. In order to give my mother a good sleep at night, I rubbed my back and waist for ten years without interruption before going to bed.

Although these days are hard, I have never seen the sad face on my parents' faces. After the morning exercise, my father was busy making a fire and feeding the livestock, while my mother began to tidy up the yard, make breakfast, take time to water the flowers and loosen the soil, and sometimes I heard my mother call my father to see the newly opened flowers. Everything seems in order, in an orderly way. Breakfast is cooked and mutton soup is served. I found that the meat in the bowl in front of my father and I was much and lean, while a few pieces of fat were scattered in my mother's bowl. Before I could say anything, my father took the bowl and put some lean meat in the bowl into my mother's bowl while her mother turned around unprepared. Mother found out, lightly chastising her father for meddling, saying that she couldn't eat so much and had to give it back to her father.

　? Oh, mom! If you're afraid that dad won't eat much, just put some meat. It's not like we can't afford meat. Why should we save it like that?

　? Alas, your mother is like this. You don't often go home. I don't know. Every time she fills a meal, she always stuffs delicious food into other people's bowls. Your mother is good at everything, just like this, and she is dead. ?

but mother seems to disagree: Unlike you, I don't lack food and drink outside, and I don't have a meal. It's convenient for me to eat at home and do whatever I want. Look at your father and daughter's skinny monkey. It's really worrying. ?

after breakfast, father is going to work. Mother arranged for her father to get a helmet, glasses and car keys, and then cleaned the car and put the door bars, while his father took the time to add water and food to the chickens and ducks. Father went out with a cart, but stood still and refused to go, looking into the door from time to time. I looked at my father puzzled, and then at his clothes, as if nothing had been left behind. Mother came out with a bag of things in her hand. Oh, father is waiting for mother.

　? What did you take?

　? I packed you some cakes brought by my daughter for lunch. ?

my father finally started, and my mother sent it to the intersection as usual.

I saw my father on the bus waving back to my mother standing in the same place. People who don't know the inside story thought my father was going to travel far away and go through a long time of parting.

for so many years, I've been on the move, and I've experienced countless parting and seeing each other off, and my heart has been tempered. Only this time, I felt that my eyes were wet and tears were about to fall down. I suddenly felt that my parents were so happy. Although they are ordinary, they are familiar with each other, just like their left and right hands, and each other's every move has been deeply engraved into each other's minds and bodies; Although they are ordinary, their hearts are always warm and interdependent, and they will endure hardships and hardships. In their inner world, life will be so warm and full because of the warmth of deep love, the concern of silent love and the tolerance of true love.

It has always been thought that the so-called love should be a flaming flame, persistent till death, and poetic feelings of burning the midnight oil and adding fragrance to tea. But during these days with my parents, I realized that treating each other like guests is the best preservative for love, mutual tolerance is the true meaning of love, and caring for each other is the highest realm of love.

My parents are ordinary farmers. They can't express their feelings in more profound, beautiful and touching language. They just realized through the vicissitudes of life? The years are quiet, and the world is stable? The truth, calmly in their own way, personally interpretation? Hold your hand and grow old with it? The immortal legend.

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