Thanks for dad's speech, 3 minutes, 1000 words.

Father plays an important role in everyone's life. Father's Day is coming. How do you feel about your father? The following is my 3-minute speech entitled "Thanks to Father" for your reference, 1000 words. Welcome to reading.

Thanks to my father for his three-minute speech, 1000 words (1) Dear xx:

Hello everyone!

Father's Day is in two days. People always like to use "the father loves the mountain" to describe the father's selfless care for his children. I always feel that even with all the rivers, I can't describe the breadth of his father's love.

When I think of my father, I always think of the towering mountains, the trees in the wilderness, the boundless sea and the umbrella dedicated to heaven. Even if my father's back is no longer straight, he is still the most powerful support of this family.

My father is 75 years old this year. Fortunately, "my son has to support and my relatives are still there". Since he always said that his back ached and his eyes (suffering from severe glaucoma) often hurt, I really realized that my father was really old. One and a half meters of sandbags can conquer him, and I can't see who is calling or the message. So when I call dad, I call dad first, and I am the second child. Every time I hear my father's voice on the phone, I can't help crying. I feel my father's voice is so lonely and desolate. It's been eight years since my mother died. Since my hardworking mother died, our family has fallen apart. My father followed my eldest brother and my third brother back to his hometown in Henan, leaving my second brother and me here. I long for the warmth of my family, my father's love and my father's arms.

As long as I can remember, my father seldom talks and seldom stays at home. Level the field and prepare the soil, and learn agriculture. My father has been working outside. At that time, the greatest happiness was looking forward to dad coming home and bringing us candy. Because few people live with their father, there is a distance between them. Until now, Big Brother refused to call Dad (not without calling, but without calling). I remember that hard time very clearly. My father and I went to the mountain to scrape elm bark and fish for noodles. I vaguely remember that my father was not at home, my mother went to the mountain to pick up tree seeds and feed them to pigs, and our sisters ate a big pot of rice and vomited one by one. At that time, watching movies was the greatest happiness. One night after watching the movie, it began to rain heavily. Our family lives across the ditch. Father was walking on a muddy path with his little brother on his back and accidentally slipped. I began to cry at once. Mom and dad scolded me for crying. This is a secret that I have kept in my heart for more than 40 years: I cried because I was distressed by my father. I hope it's me, not my father. No one can understand why I am crying.

I admit that I am an unfilial daughter. I promised to visit my father every year, but I failed to go back every year. Although I often call to send some money back during holidays, it is better to cook a meal for my father and pour a glass of water. My father's physical condition is not as good as before. Every time I think about it, I feel guilty and deeply blame myself. Many times, I have the idea of bringing Father's Day with me. My father still lives in his hometown for various reasons.

Father is a towering mountain, with a heavy mind and deep strength; Father's love contains the luster of the sun and the breath of the vast mountains and forests. composition

Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering us from the wind and rain; Father's love is like rain, washing our hearts; Father's love is like a road, accompanying us through the journey of life. ...

Father's love is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea, which cannot be expressed in words. He infected and educated me with his own behavior, and let me learn to touch life with love and perceive the world with love. This kind of great and selfless love can't be repaid by children all their lives ... I will filial them with gratitude all my life!

If you love your parents, you should go home and see them often. If you can't, you should always make a phone call and tell your parents softly anyway.

thank you

Thanks to my father for his three-minute speech, 1000 words (2) Dear xx:

Hello everyone!

The topic of my speech is "Thanksgiving to Father"

My father is a xx, working tirelessly on the road every day, running for home. No matter in cold winter or hot summer, he is duty-bound to drive as long as he has work to do. I am a dedicated xx outside, and a good husband and father at home. I have been bathed in geometric fatherly love since I was a child. How can I thank my father when I am blessed? A word can make my father laugh to tears; A hug can make father feel gratified; A ranking can satisfy my dad; A certificate of commendation can make a father full of ambition. How I want to say to my father, "I love you!" " "

When I was a child, I accidentally spilled steaming boiling water on my tender hands, and I was burned red and didn't cry. Helpless, my father picked me up and said sadly, "Never mind, don't cry, just blow." Hearing this sentence, a warm current of love welled up in my heart ... This matter is branded in my indelible memory and will not be weathered for a long time. Whenever the waves of memories turn over the waves of this matter, I realize my father's endless love for me.

At night, when my father dragged his tired body home, his eyes were bloodshot. Holding a cup of boiling water in my hand, I approached my father carefully and looked at him quietly. Tears of disobedience welled up in my eyes, and I held back. I was flushed, very shy and uneasy. I think: my father raised me for many years and can't even say these three words? No, say it. I am embarrassed to lift the cup to my father's chest and say shyly; "Dad, I love you. You have worked hard. Have a glass of water! " After that, I burst into tears. There is a ray of light in my father's eyes. No, tears. Father took the cup, sipped it carefully and smiled slowly. "Ha ha, this water is so sweet!" My voice did not fall and I was in tears. My father also shed tears. This is the first time I saw my father cry, crying for love and crying for satisfaction. I know, this water is ordinary, but my father says it is sweet. My father hugged me, and tears of love fell on my clothes. Those tears are like the weight of father's love, but I can't repay them all.

Thank you for your dripping, I will repay you with a spring! In a word, father is very satisfied. But how can this sentence be lower than my father's hardships in the past xx years? Meng Jiao said well: "But how much love there is in every inch of grass, and I got three rays of spring!" Yes, we can't repay you. Continue to love! This song full of fatherly love will never stop. He has been singing in my heart.

Thanks to my father for his three-minute speech, 1000 words (3) Dear xx:

Hello everyone!

The third Sunday in June is Father's Day every year. To be honest, I don't like foreign festivals very much. But this festival, whether imported goods or local products, is worth visiting. For my father, too many feelings are buried deep in my heart. Over the years, my father has given me the feeling of silence and depth, perhaps a man's roughness and indifference, perhaps a man's pride and boldness ... but my father's "back" is the most touching and meaningful.

Reading Zhu Ziqing's back, my inner feelings are not very profound. However, when I went back a few days ago, my inner feelings were extremely delicate, heavy and sad ... tears slipped down my cheeks inadvertently. In this tearful confusion, I seem to see the bleak back of a helpless father, and I also seem to see the traces of the vicissitudes of my father's face ... Indeed, fatherly love is a profound and great feeling, which can not be contained in just a few words.

This Father's Day, I thought of my father. Although it is not far from where my father lives, I can see him and feel him at any time. However, I still want to remember my father so quietly. That feeling is warm and sour ... When I was a child, my father's arms were the warmest place, and my father's language was the most intimidating ... When I was a child, my father was a stepping stone for me to look up to, a paradise for my frolicking, and a comfort when I was sick ... Now I have been a wife and mother, or I have been tempered by years. Father is the pillar of the whole family, a sky at home, and an indestructible towering mountain! How many days, my father worked hard and struggled hard for our family ... how many hardships my father endured; How much fatigue my father suffered; How difficult it is, my father insisted; Coming; For the sake of family and children, maybe my father was wronged, maybe his father was helpless, but his father was like a mountain, and he survived. It turns out that all difficulties can't overcome his indomitable spirit! Every time I see my father working hard because of his grandparents, every time I see my father running around because of his children, and every time I see my father sad because of his work, how can a child not be heartbroken?

You may have been frustrated and helpless, don't forget that your father has been standing behind you silently; You may have been sad and desperate, and you will never forget your father's affectionate and warm eyes; You may still be very tired and want to have a rest. Please remember that fatherly love is the quietest harbor, where you can rest your tired heart quietly. Father will resist everything for you with his generous and powerful shoulders, and his care and care will hold up a big umbrella for us, rain or shine, braving the wind and waves!

Thanksgiving Father's Day, love your father! Let's be a child's love flowing in his father's heart, gently, quietly and gently, like a breeze, dispelling the melancholy clouds in his heart, like a nourishing cream, diluting the imprint of his brow years, like a classic old song, bringing long-lost aftertaste, comfort and happiness. ...

All virtues and filial piety come first! Father's love may not need much return, but as a child, he should always be grateful and honor his parents wholeheartedly, because when his father enters middle age day by day and gets older, he needs more support and encouragement as a child. ...

It's Father's Day again. I put down my keyboard and picked up my cell phone to call my father. I feel a little relieved that mom and dad are enjoying the cool air on the roof. What I can do now is to grow into a big tree so that my father can rest and enjoy the cool ... Thank you, Father!

Finally, I wish all dads in the world a happy holiday!

Thanks to my father for his 3-minute speech 1000 words (4) Dear teachers, parents, dear students:

Hello everyone!

I'm xx, and the topic of our speech is "Thanksgiving to Father".

What would it be like if there were no sunshine, no water, no parents, no affection, no friendship and no love in this world?

Without sunshine, there is no warmth; Without water, there is no life; Without parents, of course, there would be no us; These reasons are simple, but in life, when we should enjoy these things, we often lose a grateful heart.

In the face of meticulous care from parents, have we ever thought about gratitude? How much do we know about our parents? We can remember a star's birthday, height and hobbies. But never care about our parents. Do we remember their birthdays? What do we do on our parents' birthdays? Do we know what hobbies our parents have? Parents' life may be ordinary, so ordinary that we can't talk about it in front of others; Parents' life may be very poor, and poverty makes us reluctant to mention it in front of everyone. Parents' life may be ordinary, and ordinary is like pebbles everywhere. However, these are parents and these are our parents. This is our parents who never leave. Is the person who can give everything to help us when we are in trouble; Is someone who can patiently listen to our crying when we are wronged; Is someone who can forgive us without hesitation when we make mistakes; Is someone who will celebrate our success and sincerely share our joy; But now we are studying in other places and still care about our people.

My parents were once young! Experienced the time and story we are experiencing. So, it's not that they don't understand, just to make us take less detours and suffer less. Nothing is taken for granted. We should thank our parents, who cooked nearly 20,000 meals for us. Grateful to our parents; Thank our parents for everything!

Maybe you will say, gratitude, how to be grateful? Now I have no ability to be grateful. Let's talk about it when I grow up. Grow up, how long will it take to grow up? How many years can parents wait for us? The tree wants to keep quiet, but the wind will not stop; My son wants to serve his parents when they are old, but they are gone. In fact, gratitude is not difficult. As long as we can understand our parents, when our parents talk to us, we can look at them instead of staring at the screens of TV and mobile phones. When parents care about us, they can follow their promises instead of blindly resisting them; When our parents are not feeling well, we can pass a glass of water instead of continuing to tire them ... These simple things are gratitude. But we can't even do this. We always say things like "I'm still young" and "I'm in a rebellious period", doing the last thing we should do and hurting the last person we should hurt.

We always say that we are rebellious in adolescence, quarreled with our parents, and even think that running away from home is the best way. But students, being sensible and growing up are also synonymous with adolescence. We are not outstanding, but we are still the pride of our parents. In these years, parents' care, love, concern and endless hard work can't get us a "thank you"?

We all know in our hearts that the people who love us the most in this world are our parents. However, we always dislike talking about "love" and are ashamed to express our love. But we enjoy the joy of loving and being loved all the time. Dear students, today, let's give ourselves a chance, a chance to express our love, and tell our parents our love loudly! Let's say to our parents, "Dad, Mom, I love you!" " "

From today, from now on, let's take action, know how to repay our kindness and learn to be grateful to our parents. Happiness is always with you and me.

Thanks to my father for his three-minute speech, 1000 words (5) Dear xx:

Hello everyone!

Our life is always full of sunshine. In Wan Li, which ray of sunshine is the most dazzling? Some people say it's excellent academic performance, others say it's helping others ... and I think the brightest sunshine on our life road should belong to gratitude, to everyone who helps us grow up. Yes, learning to be grateful is a feeling, and learning to be grateful is a feeling.

Two years ago, I was seriously ill. My father ran around behind my back, seeking medical treatment everywhere. From his anxious expression and their careful care, I deeply realized my father's heartfelt love for me. One day, my father took me to the hospital by bike. I found my father riding slowly after taking the bus. For several months, my father was so tired that my illness exhausted him physically and mentally. I accidentally found some white hairs on my father's head. Ah, dad has changed. He is getting old. I saw the vicissitudes of years, the hardships of life and the traces of my father's efforts for me in him. Ah, dad hasn't changed, and the mountain-like fatherly love hasn't changed. I can still feel his warmth and love.

It was the night I was in the hospital. It's very cold and it's snowing heavily outside. Dad came to bring me dinner after work, but I want to eat jiaozi. Without saying anything, he put down his home cooking and braved the cold wind and snow to go out and buy me jiaozi. It's getting dark, the wind is getting stronger and the snow is getting heavier. At this time, the snowman-like father came over and said, "You are hungry!" " "Looking at my father's kind face and touching his hand, I was moved to tears." Dad, dad ... "I kept repeating in my mind," You are really my good father! "Winter is very cold, and everything my father does is like sunshine, which warms my sick body; Like a warm current, it melts into my sad heart; My father's care supported my belief in overcoming the disease. After more than a month of treatment, I recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

I will never forget my father's love, care and love for me. What can I do for him? I often ask myself this question. Even if I hang my shoulders for him, wash the dishes, sing him a song, go shopping and walk with him, I will feel comforted. Learning to be grateful and repay kindness, I seem to grow up at once: I study hard and don't let them worry about me; I struggled to wash dishes and pick vegetables so that they could have a rest; I often hum a ditty to make my family laugh ... I try my best to leave the most unforgettable time for my parents, make them happy and make them proud.

I love my father, and all the children in the world love their father. Let's say to our father, "We love you!" Let's act together, repay the kindness and learn to be grateful. Winter is no longer cold, the night is no longer long, and happiness is always with you and me.

Finally, I wish all dads in the world good health and all the best!