My father and I * * * storyline

"One" is about the love story between father and mother

That is the privacy of parents, hehe

"Er" < Education of love > A storyline of

Pick any one ~! 1. the little scribe

Sulio is a 12-year-old boy. He is in the fifth grade of primary school. He and his family live a poor life, and money is always insufficient. My father can only work on the railway during the day and get some other documents at night to make money, copying the names and address notes of subscribers for a magazine, with 3 lira for every 5 sheets. My father is old and often does such night work, and his eyes are getting worse and worse. Syrio loves his father dearly, so he quietly gets out of bed and lights kerosene lamps to help his father work every night for four months. Syrio can't sleep well every night, and his grades go from bad to worse. His father always blames him for not knowing the inside story, and slowly loses his temper and finally loses confidence, until he turns a blind eye to him. Facing his father's indifference, Sulio tried to stop "working" more than once, but every time he saw his father's joy of getting extra salary, he wavered in his determination. Finally, one night, while copying documents, Sulio accidentally knocked down a book, which shocked his father. When his father understood everything, his chest was filled with infinite regret and love. He kept asking for Sulio's forgiveness and loved him even more.

2. Young Drummer

In 1848, during the Italian bourgeois revolution, a 6-member Italian army was attacked by two Austrian companies and forced to retreat to a big house for defense. Captain sent a 13-year-old young drummer to ask for reinforcements. The drummer was shot in the leg but resolutely completed the task. Finally, Captain took off his hat to the amputee drummer.

3. Dad's Caregiver

Sisillo, a young boy from the countryside, learned that his long-lost father was seriously ill at home and hurried to the hospital to visit him. The hospital nurse mistakenly led him to another patient suffering from erysipelas. The unrecognizable patient made Sisillo unable to recognize him, but he took care of his "father" for five days. Only when he met his real father by chance did he know that he had taken care of a complete stranger.

4. Looking for Mother

In order to support her family, Anna, Marco's mother, endured the pain of separation of flesh and blood and went to work in distant Argentina. Brave Kyle accepted the fact that she was separated from her mother, and the only thing she could rely on was a letter from her mother. Until one day, the letter from home was suddenly interrupted, and my mother heard from me. Driven by affection, nine-year-old Kyle decided to start from Italy and embark on a long journey to find her mother.

On the journey, he met kind people to lend him a helping hand, and also met people who cheated him into penniless. But with the support of valuable friendship, Kyle crossed the ocean, grassland and hills with trust in "people" and love for his mother, and finally arrived at the mansion where her mother worked.

However, Anna, who has been ill for a long time, has a weak breath. In a trance, she hears the voice of missing Kyle calling "Mom!" Can this mother and son have a happy and complete reunion?

"Three" narrates the example of father's love, as long as it is about three, it should be close to life, thank you!

Father's love is like a song

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, because you didn't take medicine, you hit me, and your handprint was printed on my * * *, and 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!

If a mother's love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes its charming fragrance in every corner, then a father's love is a jasmine, which silently spits its fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has always been praised, but who knows the implication of fatherly love!

the word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.

A jasmine may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Father's love is like this, just like jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will be with you all your life.

I'm about to be promoted to junior high school, and my schoolwork is heavy. I have to put off my homework on time and finish it at nine or ten o'clock. My father often complains that I don't hurry. I am used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table. My father woke me up and criticized me severely: "How can you do this?"! I don't believe you have the spirit to listen tomorrow. What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times I tell you, I just don't listen! " Say that finish, don't sympathize with me at all, and gave me a slap in the face and walked out of my room and slammed the door. What a loud sound. I immediately turned off the light and went to bed. I felt greatly wronged in my heart and thought, "others can not finish their homework. What's wrong with me doing this?" It's just a little procrastination. What's wrong? Can you blame me? " This slap made my tears flow like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable. My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him, often with hostile eyes. I am heartbroken and feel terrible about it. I reread those words in my memory every day, and I always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read as follows: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I was determined to turn iron into steel. Other people's children finish their homework early and still play downstairs. If you study like this every day, how can your body hold up? Dad wishes you could learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night. Love your father. I saw that there were traces of wiped tears on that note, and I was a little shaken. I wrote a reply; Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It was my fault that I treated you like that. But you have to understand me. Other people's children hurry to finish their homework and then go out to play. I can't. I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears, and my heart was filled with great regrets. I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket. At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love. I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I was wrong!" " Two letters later, I met my father but didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm!" He left me another note: son, dad believes in you, you pursue your goal, dad doesn't demand anything you have to do, as long as you think it's right, just do it! I have deeply felt my father's love and intention for me. Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love.

Tasi