Creation around the slogan of fatherly love

Father loves mountains and mother love the water. My father's love is hidden on the steps of bluestone in front of the door.

A little sunshine sprinkled on the long stone steps, and the faint moss seemed to thank the gift of nature. Dewdrops reflect smiles and occasionally moisten the stone steps. Day after day, year after year.

When I was a child, I had to wait until my father came back every day to eat. So my sister and I always sit on the stone steps and look into the distance. It was not until a tired body dragged a long figure in the sunset that we ran over, holding clothes and handing towels and shouting happily, "Eat!" " "Father picked up one of us and walked home.

Time flies, time flies. Moss on the stone steps, like wrinkles on my father's face, has spread to the corners of my mouth and forehead. Father no longer goes out early and comes back late, and naturally he no longer hugs us, and he can't hold us anymore.

When I grow up, I no longer wait on the stone steps at dusk. Father's love is more and more obvious. Whenever I do something wrong or fail in the exam, I always sit alone on the stone steps and keep silent. My father would sit over, too, but he didn't hit me or scold me, but silently lit a cigarette and looked like a cold stone step with a straight face. We just sat there quietly.

The beauty hidden in the stone steps is the silent but heavy love of my father. A few weeks before the middle school entrance examination, we had to finish school very late every night. That night, I didn't go home until eleven o'clock. When I walked to the door, I saw my father sitting on the stone steps, half a cigarette swaying in the breeze. His rickety body looks older and older in the breeze and looks like a sculpture in the dim light. I went over and called "Dad" behind him. He stood up, patted me on the shoulder, smiled and looked at his face scarred by years with satisfaction. "Come on, let's go in." It is also rough, the stone steps give me a cold touch, but my father's hand gives me a warm current and strength.

The sun is still shining, time flies and the stone steps are silent. Father's love is like stone steps. Although it is silent, it is hidden. He waited for me silently and never left.

Fatherly love, in fact, has always been there.

Love is always there.

The eyes you gave me are the eyes of the sky on the earth, the eyes of the tree to the bird, and the eyes of the long river to the small fish. It was a deep love, a heavy love.

True feelings are not as good as long-term partners.

From the day I was born, you seemed to be the happiest person in the world, changing diapers and making milk powder. You are busy every day, watching me grow up day by day. From the day I can walk, I have been your "follower", and you always take me everywhere. I still remember the day I went to kindergarten. I sat in the back seat of your bike and went to school with you. Every flower and plant on the roadside can excite me. I keep telling you to look back. You look back again and again with great patience and answer every ignorant and ridiculous question. Finally, because I didn't control my direction, I fell into the flower bed on the roadside. Just as I was about to be proud that I was not hurt by the fall, I found that you blocked the stone on the altar for me. In the sunshine, there are you and me in the slender shadow. ...

A burning lamp doesn't have to be on.

When I was in primary school, you taught me to ride a bike, so that I flew past the crowd proudly after school every day. I remember that rainy day, I almost knocked down an old man by bike. In a hurry, I picked up the car and ran, hiding in the corner with fear and guilt. At this time, when you passed by, you picked up the old man, asked him about his injury, looked at the flower umbrella I left on the ground, picked it up and took it home, but said nothing. Your words and deeds, like spring breeze and rain, affect and change me, and let me gradually grow into a responsible and caring teenager. Misty and rainy, forever ...

Love doesn't need too many words

As I grow older, my rebellious mood becomes stronger and stronger. Your expression, red face, I am hysterical, tears filled my eyes. Stubborn, I chose silence to fight oppression. After the evening self-study, you still appeared at the school gate as usual, sent me home and followed me silently, speechless all the way. In the long and deep alley, your footsteps accompanied me through the gray time.

Dear dad, for sixteen years, you have given me such deep love selflessly. However, time flies so fast that I am drifting away from you. I am willing to give everything I have for my heroic years.

Love has always been ...

On that day, if I stay,

It's been two years in the blink of an eye, and there's no news of that farewell. On that day, what would it be like if I stayed?

That morning, the weather was gloomy, but when I came out of the classroom, there was a gap in the thick clouds, and the sun shone directly on me from there, which was a little warm. In fact, most of the leaves turned yellow at that time, and those sunshine were really rare.

I met him before I left school, and his tall figure stood out in the crowd. He was wearing a black trench coat and jeans that were almost washed white, and his feet were still brown leather shoes that his mother bought him. He is still so lazy, with stubble on his chin and bloodshot eyes. He looked around the school and finally saw me. He waved to me and called me by my nickname. I walked up to him and looked up at him with a smile. He is tall in front of me.

I called my mother on his mobile phone to let me know that I went to lunch with him. Mom was silent for half a ring at that end, but she finally agreed.

We walked into the restaurant, chatting one build what did not build. I don't know when, but we are so strangers. He caught me a shrimp. I froze for a while and said slowly, "Dad, I'm allergic to seafood. I can't eat shrimp. Have you forgotten? " He paused, then blushed, looked up and said, "daughter, I'm sorry, I know there are some things I can't hide from you." Your mother and I have a good home now. Let bygones be bygones, and you will understand when you grow up. " I looked down at the plate in front of me, a little blurred, and tears in my eyes kept spinning. Actually, I know everything.

After dinner, he and I walked in the street, relatively speechless. In a short time, he will leave. He took out some red bills from his briefcase and handed them to me. I managed to smile. Is this the future alimony for our mother and daughter? How ridiculous! I carefully put it on the inner layer of my clothes. He turned to leave, and I looked at his lonely back. At that time, his back was so camel, there was silver in his hair, and he was so weak when he walked. I endured the acid swelling at the tip of my nose and murmured slowly, "Dad …" I'm afraid he didn't hear me or turn around.

I resisted the urge to rush forward and hug him, but I really want to tell him that we can live a good life as a family, okay?

This autumn wind is really heartless, blowing away the fallen leaves, messing up the hair tips, blowing away my dear father and ruining my warm home. I don't know when the sky is overcast again, and I won't show a glimmer of light.

On that day, if I stay, will he let go or repent?

Unfortunately, there is no if. It's not that I can't do without you, but that you are better.

Thank you for making me a better person.

On the long road of life, we will meet too many people, things and things. They make us better. My father is the person who makes me better.

When he was young, he was in high spirits and traveled all over the world. He experienced a lot on this road of life. At an unquestionable age, he has rich life experiences, and his exhortations to me often ring in my ears.

"Be careful not to make a mess" is what he said to me the most. I have never been a careful person since I was a child, and he has never said less about me.

I remember I accidentally broke the warm juice when I had a fever. Suddenly, mercury beads spilled all over the table. I saw him quickly open the window and carefully scrape the mercury beads into the bag with a piece of paper and seal it. After all this, he turned to me and said angrily, "How can you be so careless!" " "I was stunned by this sudden roar. Seeing me like this, he managed to slow down his tone and said earnestly, "Be careful, there is no big mess, remember? "From now on, I will be careful in everything I do. The students all said-I do things, they rest assured.

Since I was in junior high school, the most he said to me was: "You can only become a master if you suffer." .

After the third grade of junior high school, the pressure of schoolwork suddenly increased, especially the pressure of physics and chemistry came at me like a strong wind. I get up early to recite words and take time to brush math problems. But there is always a feeling of burnout, and there is always a time to pick up and put down the roll paper and want to do it tomorrow. Dad always shows up in time. He will pat me on the shoulder and say earnestly, "Only after suffering can you become a master." So I pulled myself together again, just like Lu Xun saw the photo of Mr. Fujino, and I rallied to overcome the task of the day so as not to owe myself money. When I heard the teacher praise my great progress, I realized that half of all my gains were due to my father. I am proud to write here!

"Be a low-key and introverted person" is what my father often said to me in the last month.

After unremitting efforts, I finally entered the teacher's eyes. Every time I get good grades, I inevitably show off to my classmates and parents to get praise. After every pertinent praise, my father would say to me, "Remember, be a low-key and introverted person, and don't be too proud". At first, I nodded disapprovingly. I didn't realize what my father said was true until the carelessness caused by pride made me drop from the previous 5 to 17 in the three models. Since then, I have been using this sentence to alert myself, including this time to decide the future of the senior high school entrance examination.

The exhortation of "be careful not to make a mess" is like wine, spicy and urgent; The warning that "you can only become a master if you eat hard" is like coffee, which is mellow and intriguing; The words "be a low-key and introverted person" are like tea, which makes me suddenly wake up. Dad, what you said made me better and made me by going up one flight of stairs.

Dad, thank you for making me a better person!

Dad, please go home early.

Sun Xinyi, Class 7 15, Wujiashan No.3 Middle School, Wuhan

Dad hasn't been home for eight days.

As a policeman, he went out to work on the fourth day of the Lunar New Year because of the ravages of COVID-19. Every day, when we hear the news about the epidemic, we are worried about his safety.

This morning, my father finally called my mother to report peace, and our hearts were put down. He asked his mother to prepare antihypertensive drugs, medicines for treating scapulohumeral periarthritis and change clothes for him, and he would come back to get them as soon as possible. My father asked my mother to give me the phone. After I asked him the reason for his absence, my father asked me, "Would you like something to eat?" I expected him to come back soon, so I answered absently, "Then bring some apples."

After a while, I heard familiar footsteps in the corridor, calm and loud. It's dad, even the jingle of his keys is so familiar and sweet. My mother and I got up quickly and waited at the door.

My mother opened the door as soon as the knock on the door rang. That's really my father. He has a beard and carries a big bag of apples in one hand and a bag of vegetables in the other. I thought my father could go in and have a rest, but he bent down and put vegetables and fruits at the door, got up and said to his mother, "I won't go in." Mom quickly handed the sorted things to dad and told him to pay attention to protection outside.

"Don't worry, nothing!" Dad said, looked into the room and said to me, "study hard at home." There is a bit of fatigue in that voice, and there is a kind of love that can't be hidden. I looked at him intently and found that my father, who had always been joking with me, looked serious and a little heavy. I nodded to reassure him. Dad smiled at me and turned away. At that moment, I seemed to see tears in my father's eyes, and my heart was sour. Tears swirled in my eyes, and I felt unspeakable pain, worry and disappointment.

Mom opened the vegetables brought back by dad for disinfection, and accidentally found that the bottom of the red cabbage moss was cut open with a knife. It turned out that dad went to the vegetable farmer's house to pick the vegetables himself. He was afraid of the virus on his hand, so he cut vegetables tree by tree with a knife ... At that moment, my tears finally ran down my cheeks.

Once upon a time, my father, who never went into the kitchen or market, was complained by me. I said that he always can't remember to take care of me and my mother, and he has no sense of responsibility for this family. Dad never explained, just smiled and touched my head, saying that my child didn't understand anything. Now, for the safety of my mother and me, my father has to be on duty outside, and the epidemic is serious. He has to miss the rest time and buy us the safest food. A completely different person. Suddenly I remembered what my mother said to me: "Your father is too busy at work, so don't always say that he doesn't care about us." Without him, we have a hard time ... "

It turns out that I didn't quite understand him before, but he was always there.

I took a plate and muttered, "Dad, please go home early!" " "

Bigger and bigger beams of light

Class 7 12 of No.14 Middle School in Foshan City, Guangdong Province

The night outside the window is boundless, and the cold wind whistling across the earth.

Time flies like running water. When I came out of the shower and looked at the clock, I didn't expect it to be 1 1: 30! I thought to myself: it's so late, my hair hasn't been blown yet, but I haven't finished reviewing ... forget it, blow your hair after reviewing! Then, I immediately sat back at my desk.

The leaves rustle outside the window, and the lights of the city gradually fade away, leaving only the neon lights on the roadside flashing a little. With the light, I still review under the light of the room.

A cold wind blew on me and I couldn't help shivering. The hair I didn't blow just now was wet and cold, sticking to my cheeks and the back of my neck. The wind kept blowing the paper on the table, and the sound of "shua shua" appeared repeatedly. I closed the window irritably, and the wind stopped, which also took away my drowsiness. Only the sound of the pen rustling on the paper remained in the whole room, which was particularly loud in the silent night.

With the passage of time, my consciousness gradually blurred, and my upper eyelid seemed to weigh several sandbags, so I couldn't help but want to close it. My vision became blurred, and then I lay on the table in a daze. I don't know how long it took, but the door opened and a familiar voice woke me up.

"How to sleep at my desk! I thought you left the light on when you slept! My hair is not dry, really! " Dad stood up. "Sleeping here is easy to catch cold. Go back to sleep in such a cold day. Dad heats you a bottle of milk. " I rubbed my eyes and agreed, but I still couldn't stop feeling sleepy, so I was too lazy to move on the table.

A few minutes later, my father pushed the door and came in again. He gave me a cup of hot milk. The milk still exudes warm steam, and the cold fingertips touch the bottle, and the warmth in my heart gradually rises a lot. I picked up the milk and took a sip. This is sweet and warm. Father went out again. When he came in again, he took a hair dryer. "Dad help you blow your hair! You should lie down first. It's so late. Blow your hair and go to bed. It's cold, don't catch a cold! "

Unconsciously, I fell asleep. In my dream, my father dried my hair and shook me gently. I got up in a daze and seemed to sleep in bed.

In the morning, dad knocked in and opened the curtains. The sun seems to be just right, shining on the bed.

Dad gave me a gentle push and said, "Daughter, get up quickly, or you will be late." I replied that I was going to get out of bed and go to the bathroom.

"By the way, daughter, the porridge in the kitchen is still hot. Turn it off after washing. Remember to drink it while it is hot. Dad is going to work. "

Dad went to the porch, took off his slippers, as if remembering something, and came back and said to me, "I did well in the exam today." Dad believes you can do it! "

"See, you go to work! Don't be late. " When I spoke, the door closed.

I finished washing clothes and went to the kitchen to turn off the fire. Open the lid of the bowl, there is a bowl full of rice porridge, the heat is still spreading, and there is a love egg inside. Although it is not very delicate, it is the best I have ever seen ... In an instant, tears overflowed my eyes.

Looking out of the window, the sun seems to have only one color, and that is the color of love. Take a sip of porridge, my heart is warm, and it rises gradually with the sunshine.

"Dad, thank you for dressing up for my life. You are radiant and illuminate my path of growth. "

Thank you for your company.

Fan Shiting, Grade 7 of Bagong Middle School1Class 907

The sun, moon and stars are just foil; Your company is warm as spring.

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When I was born, you were thirty years old and in your prime.

Grandma said that when I was born, I weighed less than six pounds, which was very light. Later, I was raised fat and strong by you. I am a girl, but you don't like me because I am a girl. On the contrary, you often hold me in your arms and giggle and throw me high.

The year I took the test, you were 43 years old and handsome.

You sent me to the examination room early, but you didn't urge me like other parents. You just said softly, "Answer the question seriously, Dad believes you." Then, you gave me a definite look and turned away. But when you came to the corner of the entrance to the examination room, you looked back at me again. I know that look-that's concern, not worry. At that moment, I made a vow in my heart: I must do well in the exam!

The answer to this question is very smooth. At the moment of handing in the paper, I just wanted to run to your side, but the teacher didn't allow me, so I had to walk slowly step by step along the long line. ...

The moment I walked out of the examination room, I saw your anxious eyes searching around in the scorching sun. Sweat soaked your clothes, and you had my favorite potato chips and beans in your hand.

Staring at your sweat, I thought of the future senior high school entrance examination-at that time, you were 46 years old and still strong. On that day, you will still send me to the examination room early. Different from before, you only gave me a firm look, and then walked out of the examination room with great expectation. As before, it's the potato chips and pulse in your hand. Outside the examination room, sweat soaked your clothes and chapped your lips, but you refused to take a sip of water and stared at the examination room.

Thank you for your company, which warms my life.

Think about it from a distance-my age is beyond doubt, and yours is seventy. There are more wrinkles on your face, more words and a little slow reaction. But I am willing to hold your hand full of vicissitudes and walk slowly with the afterglow of the sunset. ...

Thank you for making me a better person.

You are a flower of a tree, a swallow whispering between beams, you are love, warmth and hope, and you are an April day on earth.

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Late at night, a bright moon hangs in the sky, forming a "thin frost" on the ground. Moonlight spilled into the window, into the Woods and into the heart. Father's snoring, accompanied by a few sporadic insects outside the window, became the most beautiful moonlight song in April.

Do you still remember that year, I sat behind your motorcycle with a ponytail? You have a wide back and hold me tightly with one hand. I am humming and you are smiling. At this moment, a car is coming from the roadside in front of you. You twisted your car and ran into a fruit stand by the road. I have only a slight scratch, but your arm is cracked and bleeding, and you never let out a cry of pain. Seeing the permanent scar on your right arm, I swear, I won't let you get hurt again.

Thank you, let me learn to be strong and independent.

Do you still remember that year, when my grades were average, and you always looked for the best teacher for me with a smiling face? I have never understood that I regard your efforts as futile and your efforts as futile. Late one night, the night was quiet and the moon was hanging in the sky. But I didn't finish my homework, because I was lazy, so I went to bed early. A warm light penetrated my eyes. I gently opened my eyes and saw the lamp on my desk turned on. Looking aside again, a slightly hunched figure is you. Your movements are very light, for fear of waking me up. You are helping me pack my schoolbag. Your back is obviously not as big, straight and wide as before. It was not until you left that I found the pillow soaked with tears. From that day on, I began to live up to my time and study hard.

Thank you, let me learn to work hard and learn to make progress.

You got up earlier than anyone this morning. You prepare breakfast for me and take me to the examination room. On the way, you told me what I should pay attention to in the exam ... there are silver lines jumping between your black hair, and the years have passed, leaving traces on you, but you still care about me and me.

Now I am fighting bloody battles in the examination room. When I walk out of the examination room, I will be greeted by your bright smile and a delicious cup of wheat tea you handed me. I will live up to your expectations and all your efforts.

Thank you for making me a better person.

You are an April day on earth. You will bloom in my heart. Even though April has passed, flowers have taken root in my heart and are destined to be fragrant all my life.

Thank you for making me a better person.

You are like sunshine but better than sunshine, and sunshine is like you but better than you.

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Night, quiet. Bai Yueguang on the dome illuminates your old face. Good evening, safe. Your sleeping voice is playing the song of moonlight. It's another night when you accompany me to study. I opened the yellowed diary and every word was written with a smile.

These are all the words you wrote to me.

I just entered the third grade, and I have always been proud of you, but I failed in the first model exam. My heart sank into the abyss, full of anxiety and guilt. I submitted my report card to you trembling. First you are stunned, and then you are as bright as the sun. Pat me gently on the back, and the calluses on my hands keep rubbing. You look down at me with endless love in your eyes. With tears in my eyes, I turned all my reluctance and apologies into a hug and gave it back to you. That night, you wrote-

"I never thought you could push yourself so hard. You are excellent. How can a small setback in front of you knock you down? Laugh till tomorrow! " Thank you for holding my hand when I almost questioned myself, and letting me know what it means not to back down and not to give up.

On the plastic track of the senior high school entrance examination, I struggled on the 800-meter road. Due to lack of perseverance, I was panting after the first lap, and there seemed to be a stone under my feet. My mouth is thirsty and a lot of sweat is oozing out. In the howling cold wind, I heard your cry: "Hold on a little longer, you can't retreat this time!" " ! Go ahead! "Your hysterical cry, warm and unrestrained like sunshine, led me to cross the finish line first. That night, you wrote-

"I never told you that an exam can determine the success or failure of life. I just want you to experience the results of all your efforts when you are young. " Thank you for letting me grit my teeth and work hard when I want to give up.

Sitting in the examination room, I am glad that I have ushered in this crucial turning point. They all wished me a good show, but you only wrote one sentence last night-"Do your best!" "

All the words you wrote to me, like a ray of sunshine in a haze, gave me hope and new strength. You are just an ordinary worker, repeating simple and boring work every day. But I never love every day.

I always remember what you wrote to me when I first entered junior high school:

"Everything will be done with your heart, even small things should be taken seriously. Things are complicated, whether it shines in the sky or as dull as dust, I hope you can become a warm, dreamy and enterprising person. " Thank you for guiding me all the way.

Your love is the greatest in the world.

Thank you for your company all the way, and your exhortation has made me become a better myself step by step.

10 Eye drops hide care.

Class 388, Grade 7, Yangcheng No.3 Middle School, Jincheng City, Lee Beon Province

Two drops of eye drops, like two clear streams, slowly spread in the corner of my eye and also spread to my soft heart.

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When the COVID-19 epidemic suddenly struck, I had to "live in a humble abode" at home for "online learning" and listen to the careful guidance of the "anchor teacher", which can be described as "listening to what is going on outside the window and keeping my eyes fixed". Suffering from the "nourishment" of radiation from morning till night, my eyes often feel sour, and sometimes they feel dull pain, clamoring for a "strike"!

"I left you eye drops. Put them down when you are free at two o'clock. " Looking at the screen to do my homework, I narrowed my eyes and saw that my father, who has always been "as expensive as gold", put a small bottle of eye drops on the counter. "I don't have an eye disease. What's the use of this eye drop? " I don't think so.

The next morning, during the break, I was about to close my eyes and raise my poor little eyes. My mother magically took out the eye drops I left on the counter and said, "Come on, baby, I'll give you two drops of eye drops specially prepared by my father to feel it!" " Facing my mother's longing eyes and "magic" voice, I lay in my mother's arms and let her push me away.

Suddenly, I felt a refreshing coolness slowly spread from the corner of my eyes to all parts of my eyes, just like my clothes were suddenly wet by the water in the stream in a hot summer, which was very comfortable. After a while, I slowly opened my eyes and saw the mobile phone screen, books, notes and so on. The eyes seem to have been washed by "eye drops" and become extraordinarily clear and translucent. My eyes are no longer tired and my spirit is much better. What a "baby", I sighed in my heart.

One afternoon, when I was doing a math problem, I met a "roadblock" and I couldn't figure out how to think. This boy "tired" took the opportunity to attack again. At this point, the WeChat video phone rings, press the answer key, and dad's smiling face appears in front of him. Seeing my tired expression, he told me to pay attention to exercise and combine work and rest, and said that I might as well drop two more eye drops.

Yes, I forgot this "baby"! I immediately dropped two drops and closed my eyes to enjoy the moist feeling. At the same time, the scene flashed like a movie-my father came back and brought back the printed version of my preview materials for tomorrow, and attached my favorite red heart pomelo; My mother wanted to go to an online class with me, and I yelled at her. She walked away silently and gave me a cup of chrysanthemum tea. ...

Thinking about it, my eyes filled with tears, mixed with eye drops flowing down my cheeks. I quickly wiped it off for fear that my mother would ask nervously after seeing it.

Small eye drops, boxing parents' hearts!