How to write the exercises in unit 6 of the first volume of Chinese in grade five? Urgent! Urgent! Urgent! Urgent! Urgent!

Many times, parents' love is like a bird flying across the sky-it often comes without a trace.

It was a dark night and there was a strong wind outside the window. I finished cleaning the classroom and began to pack my schoolbag, ready to go home. "Click-",there was a sudden thunder in the sky, followed by a downpour. My heart was black, I threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. Just as I was approaching the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes-my father and my mother, but both of them had only an umbrella in their hands. My mother smiled and said to me, "Your father and I came directly from the office without an umbrella." No, it's raining too hard. Both of them will get wet when they fight. I want to give this umbrella to Shi Hao. "Dad said quickly and held out his umbrella." I want to have a fight with my father. "Then I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held an umbrella in one hand and tried to hug my shoulder in the other. Three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the water mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.

In the dim light, my mind suddenly flashed one picture after another: I remember, because I was in a hurry to go to school, I forgot to bring my exercise book. After my father found out, he ran to send it to the classroom for me; I remembered that when I forgot to go home because I was playing basketball, my mother hurried to look for me everywhere. I remembered his urgent voice in the microphone when I called my father who was away on business: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, so don't forget to pull out the knife first when you fuse"; I remembered my mother's words before I left home every time I met an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." Too many past events suddenly gushed out, making me burst into tears.

Parents' love is like the fragrant touch of lily, which slowly gathers and no longer drifts away. I think maybe no one in this world will say that he doesn't love his parents, but can he say that he can fully repay his parents' love? Maybe it is far from it. In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and I won't be tired no matter how far I walk, so I will never forget my father's eager words when he holds my draft composition: "Change it, change it again, and you can copy it." I will never forget that my mother got up early in the morning to do morning exercises for me-life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

Writing here, I can't help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hand and didn't dare to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have sacred things handed down from "God" to the world.

Parental love

There are many kinds of love, which represent different meanings. Parents love their children selflessly. The love between friends is pure; Our love for the poor is sincere ... but I think the most unforgettable thing is the love of parents for their children. I am very touched that my parents love me so much.

What impressed me most was my mother's love for me. One morning, the sun was shining brightly, making people feel as if summer had arrived, so I only wore a coat to school. My mother said to me, "Lingling, it's not normal to be so hot today." It may get cold later. You'd better put on more clothes to go to school! " You can also put your long clothes in your schoolbag and take them to school. Put on your long clothes as soon as it gets cold. "I didn't listen to my mother and stubbornly left.

However, something unexpected happened. At noon, it began to get dark, with a strong wind and heavy rain. The temperature dropped obviously, so I wore less clothes and felt cold. I didn't listen to the command all over, and I was shaking all the time, so I had to hide in a corner of the classroom and squeeze in with some classmates. At this time, a familiar figure appeared outside the classroom. Through the glass window, I saw that it was my mother. She hurried to the door of the classroom with a bag of clothes under her arm. I greeted him immediately and called out "Mom" excitedly. My mother dressed me quickly. At this time, I saw that my mother's pants were all wet, as if she had just walked up from the river. I asked my mother, "How can you come out to deliver clothes to me when you are at work?" Mother said, "It's cold. You wear so little. If you don't send it, you will get sick. " . I asked my boss for an hour's leave, and now I have to go back to work and try to make up for my unfinished work. "

I looked at my mother's distant back and raised the image of a tall mother-great maternal love.

Dad's love for me is so selfless. When I was a child, I slept in a room alone very early. However, my sleep is very wrong. Before going to bed in the middle of the night, the quilt will fall to the ground, and I don't even know it myself. I'll catch a cold if I drop the quilt. When my dad found out, he got up in the nightclub twice a day to help me cover the quilt. Especially in winter, my dad came out of the hot bed and only covered me with a cotton-padded coat. A few times, I just woke up and saw my father shivering with cold while covering me with a quilt. Towards the end of the evening, dad woke up looking listless in the morning. Sometimes, he catches a cold. But dad said, "it doesn't matter if adults catch a cold." Just take some medicine. A cold is not good for children. You might as well give me a cold if you have a cold. " You see, this is the way my father treats me well.

Mom and dad are so kind to me, I must repay my parents well! The following are for you to choose:

The words "I love my parents" sound ordinary, but these ordinary words contain very strong love.

When I was in kindergarten, the children in my class were very bold in class activities and said whatever they wanted. But I have little courage. I don't raise my hand to answer questions in any class, and I don't take part in many activities in my class. My parents learned about my situation from the teacher and patiently guided and educated me, which gave me great inspiration. Slowly, I became as lively and cheerful as the children in my class, and dared to raise my hand to answer questions. The teacher also said that I have changed a lot. In fact, it's all thanks to mom and dad. I really appreciate mom and dad.

One thing that happened in the summer vacation of grade two also touched me the most. One day in the summer vacation, somehow, I suddenly fell ill, my skin was allergic and I felt uncomfortable all over. My parents rushed me to the hospital. They run before and after to see a doctor, see a doctor and buy medicine. Dad accompanied me to infusion, and mom went home to cook and sent me to the hospital, so mom and dad took turns to be busy. After several days of treatment and careful care by my parents, my illness soon recovered, but my father also caught a cold, and I am very grateful to them. My parents continue to serve me for free. . . . . .

Parents' love is honey, always warm and sweet; Parents' love is a flower that blooms in a happy place forever; Parents' love is a big tree, always lush green leaves; Parents' love is the sea, always broad and deep.

Let's sincerely bless all parents and say "thank you, Mom and Dad". May you always be young and healthy. "

I love my parents.

What can I repay you, my father?

On the first day of October, I was in tears at the intersection of Hanjijie. Tears in street lamps, car lights and firelight blurred my eyes. He left my father with tears in his eyes and nodded to me with a smile. I didn't care about the surprised eyes of passers-by and the harsh horns of passing cars. I couldn't help but cry for nearly three months in my heart! "Dad-I miss you so much!"

Three months ago, my father left me forever! In the days when I had his old man's house, I never thought about the true meaning of my father's life. I have always thought that my father's contribution to my children is taken for granted. I have accepted that selfless contribution with a clear conscience, and sometimes I am angry at what my father can't give because I can't get what I want. I regret it!

"My father is a ladder in heaven" and "My father is a cow pulling carts". Father, I thank you for giving me life and teaching me to be a man. Father loves deeply. You have never expressed it in words, but you have taught me to treat people and things in my life with gratitude. I don't know what I can repay you, let alone your kindness. Before I could repay you, you left, forever!

Think about the past, your strict requirements for me were regarded as harsh by me; Your concern and consideration for me is regarded as nagging by me; Your frugality seems stingy to me. But without all this, how can there be me who is often praised for being sensible now? How can I have a comfortable life now? You gave me everything, father, and you left before I could say thank you!

I still remember when I was studying English, you taught me to recite Tang poems and Chairman Mao's poems. I knew when I was young that "the dirt is in Wan Huhou", and I was your pride at that time!

Remember the knowing smile you showed when you held my report card?

I still remember when I was a child, when I was sick, you went behind my back to seek medical treatment everywhere. Before I felt any pain, you were sweating like a pig-you were sweating with love!

I still remember the snowman under the street lamp on the snowy night in winter, when you were waiting for your son to come home from school.

I remember when I was a teenager, you would tuck me in at midnight.

I still remember when I was dying, you anxiously called my name in my ear! How can I leave this lovely world with this phone! This phone call makes me wonder if this is still a strong you?

I still remember that in the last days, although you were unconscious, you subconsciously heard my crying. You wiped away my tears and moved me to shiver!

Remember, remember ...

Many, many, dare not think again, don't want to think again, and don't have the courage to continue thinking. Yours is as big as the sky, and now the sky is falling, and I am at a loss. You want me to support this family for you and complete your unfinished responsibilities for you. I'm afraid I can't do it well and live up to your entrustment. I am so helpless!

Do you know that?/You know what? I really want to tell you the truth, but because of our stubbornness, many contradictions have occurred, there is no spiritual communication, and there is no chance to apologize to you again. This is my lifelong regret. Maybe I am an ignorant son in your mind, but you know what? Your every move has a subtle influence on me. I will take every step of my life according to your requirements. Don't worry!

I will never be disappointed in life again, and I will never be pessimistic and sad again. I will live as strong as you and fulfill your unfinished wish to repay your kindness, even if I have nothing to repay!

I am at this crossroads now, and I will burn paper money for you to buy warm clothes. I want to ask whether there is really a thoroughfare here and whether I can bring you my thoughts and belated gratitude. Let the wind take away my lingering thoughts and gratitude. Can you feel your son's heart in another world, forgive his stubbornness and ignorance, and hope that our family will still live a happy life under your protection?

I'm here because of you! Thank you! Father!

Three years ago, in the summer vacation, I was going to take the Piano Band Five exam. That day, it was cloudy, as if it was going to rain.

My father sent me to the place where I took the exam and waited outside. I looked at my father anxiously, and my father nodded to me, signaling me to take the exam with confidence and boldness.

We lined up inside, and the adults waited outside, with anxious faces.

Finally, it was my turn, and I sat there. I only heard a bang and knew it was thundering. Then I heard the rain, and I thought, damn it! What terrible weather! Is it a bad omen that it rains when I test him? What? I quickly stopped thinking. I began to read the piano score for the last time, because I was going to start my first piano exam. I suddenly put down the music and thought: Dad is still outside! It's raining so hard outside that I can't go. I must pass the exam this time. I can't betray my father's trust in me.

After a long time, I came out, as if the rain was not so heavy. I found my father in the crowd. My father, holding an umbrella, eagerly asked me how I did in the exam. I told him it was ok, and it basically popped up.

A few weeks later, I knew the score. I passed the exam. I jumped up with excitement and saw my father smile. . . . . .

Dad's "love" is implicit, and I don't want my mother to do that. When I got home, I just "missed you so much!" " And dad's "love" is a kind of "love" hidden in his heart.

In this world, who hasn't bathed in the love of their parents and who hasn't experienced the care of their parents? Still think of me all the time and care about my parents.

Strict father is the best description of my father. He is very strict with my study and life. He made me a timetable and urged me to finish my homework carefully. Besides, my father often lets me read some extra-curricular books to let me know about the scientific knowledge outside the textbooks. Therefore, my playing time is greatly reduced. Sometimes, other parents ask me, "Is your father strict with you?" Naive, I nodded hard to show that "it is particularly powerful, not just ordinary!" "Now every time I come to the first and second place in my class after every exam, I gradually understand that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I really appreciate him!

My mother is a typical "loving mother". She is very concerned about my food, clothing, housing and transportation, and always takes care of me in every way. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to cook delicious food to satisfy my appetite. Every weekend, she can't rest, so she starts washing my dirty clothes and puts clean clothes on my bedside the next morning. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed medicine, and came to see if my quilt cover was not covered in the middle of the night. ...

Now, although my parents and I are in two countries, when I read in their letters, "Is everything all right to study?" The familiar and gentle tone of "Remember to put on more clothes" came from the phone, and I immediately felt their concern and love for me. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I feel it all the time.

When I grow up, my parents' love for me is more and more understandable. Of course, I will also give them my love. When I was a child, I kept thinking: What should I do? This is a question that I have racked my brains to think about! Now, as I get older, I understand how easy it is to give my love to them. As long as I understand the meaning of love, I can show the greatness of love in bits and pieces!

When I was a child, my father traveled a lot and had little time to go home, so he and I were strangers. Fortunately, my father was very humorous, and the generation gap between us was quickly eliminated. However, I don't know what this is about. Now when I am alone with my father, I always can't find the same topic, which is very embarrassing. Just ask a few questions at most: Will you go to work tomorrow? What time shall I wake you up in the morning? Other than that, there is nothing. I often think: I am so sorry for my father. He has raised me for so many years, and I have nothing to say to him. In order to have the same topic with my father, I learned about my father from various channels. One day, I finally learned from my mother that my father was going to Inner Mongolia on business in a couple of days. So, I immediately checked the weather in Inner Mongolia on the Internet these days and knew that it was very cold there these days. It happened that my mother was not at home at noon. I said to my father, "Dad, it's very cold in Inner Mongolia these days. Remember to put on more clothes when you go, don't catch cold! " Dad didn't speak, just nodded assiduously. Suddenly, I saw something flash in my father's eyes. Later, I learned that it was a tear of surprise and emotion. Since then, I have never looked up the weather as a way to find the same topic, because I understand that it is not only the same topic, but more importantly, there is my deep love for my father!

By contrast, my mother and I are very affectionate. My mother is a TV fan. Since we have a computer at home, my mother likes to watch it online. But the time spent watching TV online is very short, so I asked my classmates if their parents ordered it. After several days' work, I finally found a card that allows my mother to watch TV dramas for free. My mother goes to bed very late at night. Every winter, I often avoid her and put her pajamas on myself, so that my body temperature can be transmitted to my mother. Whenever my mother turns on the light because she can't find her pajamas, I wake up and walk over to hand her my pajamas, and she hugs me and kisses me. Therefore, my mother often calls me "a fire in winter"! Although my love for my mother is very small, I know my mother will feel happy!

Love is not just a formal expression, but a natural expression from the bottom of my heart. We can't just ask our parents to love us, because we have grown up and our parents need our love. Don't think that adults don't need love In fact, they are sometimes more vulnerable than us in this respect. Students, give your ardent love to your parents without reservation. Our love is also great.

3. Mother's love

Love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me. However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital. It was dark on the road, and I was scared. I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back." When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw a doctor, who took my temperature. At first glance, the fever is 4 1 celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just said silently," Well ... "

But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English. When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "Mom said with tears in her eyes," Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you have to be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on! "

Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."

Great maternal love

As the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", and maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.

When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all. I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot. And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something. She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side." At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion. I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories.

I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights. I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.

My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason.

Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory. My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.

And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building. I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping along with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know that in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg and walked a lot, and his foot was worn out.

Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.

I have been with my mother for more than ten years, and I am deeply cared for by her every year. I think it is really happy to grow up like this. Mom is not beautiful, at least not now. Two sunken eyes, a pale head of hair, and the wrinkles carved by the knife made me feel very sad.

The world in my impression is always vague, but in this misty mirage, I clearly remember that my mother lived in the hospital twice. The first time was on my 10 birthday. Not long after the Spring Festival, my mother was hospitalized, pale and gaunt, and she had to be helped when walking. It happens that my birthday is shortly after the Spring Festival. On my tenth birthday, I looked sadly at the empty front door. I was the only one left at home, and my father went to take care of my mother. I ate at my neighbor's house with wronged tears in my eyes. It's still so gloomy outside, just like my mood. The wind in early spring is still like a biting knife, which makes people shudder.

I sat alone in front of the door in a daze. There is a bicycle riding, and there is a man sitting on the seat. Thin white clothes are floating in the wind, like the feeling of a fairy coming down to earth. Young cyclists struggled to ride against the wind. Obviously, they are riding in this direction, and the young people have no strength. I even saw his sweat clearly. He wore such a light coat in such weather, which aroused my interest. I have been watching them "walk" like this. I couldn't resist the cold wind blowing on my face and went in. Just as I entered the room to open the door, they stopped at my door and I turned my head. ...

My father is wiping his sweat with his sleeves, and my mother is staggering in the back seat. Finally, I leaned on my father's back. I was so excited that I ran to "pick up" my mother, completely forgetting to observe her bloodless face and helping her into the house. My father parked his car by the door and came in.

My father carefully helped my mother sit down. "Congratulations, son, happy birthday!" In this way, my father gave me a beautiful box. I danced with excitement, and then I looked at my mother quietly. She leaned quietly against her father, pale, thin, listless and decadent.

"children ... children!" I coughed before I finished. My father quickly took out a towel and covered my mother's mouth. It took a long time to stop. Father gently took the towel away. I don't understand what this means! I don't understand! Just care about me. ...

My mother always fainted, so my father quickly picked up my mother, opened the door and left my handkerchief. I stayed there, my mind was empty, probably the north wind whistling outside. Why else would it be so rampant? The north wind! Why don't you blow this bloody handkerchief away, too? ...

"Your mother is not feeling well, so she shouldn't wear too many clothes. She was afraid that you wouldn't have your birthday, so she sneaked out. If I had known this, I shouldn't have let her fool around ... "My father was sitting outside the operating room, covering his head and feeling ashamed. ...

Mom! In fact, it is such a simple stroke, but it is also translating a myth. Each of us grew up in a lovely compulsory insurance and grew up under the care of our mother. They gave us too much.

Another one:

In this world, who hasn't bathed in the love of their parents and who hasn't experienced the care of their parents? Still think of me all the time and care about my parents.

Strict father is the best description of my father. He is very strict with my study and life. He made me a timetable and urged me to finish my homework carefully. Besides, my father often lets me read some extra-curricular books to let me know about the scientific knowledge outside the textbooks. Therefore, my playing time is greatly reduced. Sometimes, other parents ask me, "Is your father strict with you?" Naive, I nodded hard to show that "it is particularly powerful, not just ordinary!" "Now every time I come to the first and second place in my class after every exam, I gradually understand that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I really appreciate him!

My mother is a typical "loving mother". She is very concerned about my food, clothing, housing and transportation, and always takes care of me in every way. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to cook delicious food to satisfy my appetite. Every weekend, she can't rest, so she starts washing my dirty clothes and puts clean clothes on my bedside the next morning. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed medicine, and came to see if my quilt cover was not covered in the middle of the night. ...

Now, although my parents and I are in two countries, when I read in their letters, "Is everything all right to study?" The familiar and gentle tone of "remember to wear more clothes" came from the phone, and I immediately felt their concern and love for me. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I feel it all the time.