A quarrel between father and son

Today, the pencil fell asleep again. Dad angrily walked to the bed with a pen and said loudly, "Leader, get up quickly. Mao, a classmate of others, has long been up, has already practiced the song and is ready for school. " But the pencil didn't seem to hear. As soon as he turned over, he continued to sleep soundly. The pen was angry and shouted at the pencil, "Class is over, get up quickly, but Miss Zhu Yuan spanked again." At this time, the pencil, who was dreaming, got out of bed and looked at his watch. It's only 7: 03. So he said to his father, "Dad, why did you lie to me?" The pen smiled happily and said, "I won't lie to you. How do you get up?" Pencil listen, fell asleep again. The pen flew into a rage: "Mao can get up early, why can't you?" The pencil jumped on the bed, her hands rested on her hips, and shouted angrily at the pen, "Because the brush worships the singer Dawn, and I worship the writer Longsheng Wo. They have different names and different personalities. You are so stupid. " In this way, they exchanged words and I quarreled one by one. At this time, the brush came in and said to them, "The reason is not loud." After that, I went to school. Pen and pencil "brush" all blushed at once.

Since then, the father and son have never quarreled again, and they live a happy life.

Even if you are an eagle, you will never fly out of the sky that your father loves. Even if you are a fast ship sailing, you will never sail out of the long river of father's love! On the road of life, no matter how far we have come and how far we have to go, we have to cross the bridge carefully built by our father.

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When I was a child, my father's love was kind. When I made a mistake, when I accidentally did something stupid, my father always touched my head with his thick and heavy hand and said kindly, "Don't make such a mistake again next time, or you will suffer." So, I threw myself into my father's arms in a coquetry way and kissed him on his stubble-covered face. I remember that whenever there were stars, my father took my hand and went to the top of the building to count them. I snuggled up in my father's arms and counted the stars in the sky, always falling asleep unconsciously. ...

When I grow up, my father's love is deep and strict. My father will criticize me when I fail the exam. I had to stand aside and wait for my father to finish before timidly saying, "Dad, I'm sorry." When my father heard this, he didn't say anything, but waved his hand gently and motioned for me to enter the house. I picked up the test paper and walked confidently in the ocean of knowledge.

I understand my father's strict love for me. My father wants me to step into the society better and become a useful person to the country and society. My father expressed his love in different ways. He was kind when he was a child and stern when he grew up, but his starting point was love. I don't know if the way my father loves me will change in the future, but I believe that my father's love will accompany me through the ups and downs of life and cross the obstacles on the road of life. ...

What is fatherly love? Father's love is an endless Han River.

Chapter Two: The Power of Father's Love

Motherly love is like a trickle, warm and gentle, and permeates every corner of our lives without omission. Father's love is like a huge iceberg, which stores a lot of water resources, but the real outflow is always so scarce. People often write about their mother, perhaps because we can capture too much about her, and people don't often publicize their father's love, perhaps because his father's love is too subtle and too little expressed.

However, fatherly love is as broad and warm as maternal love.

Father's love is like spring rain, which moistens my young saplings that have broken ground like spring rain since childhood. When I was depressed, my father's encouraging words made me feel warm and everything started again.

Father's love is like the summer wind. Xia Feng is always so quiet, with a little coolness when it is extremely hot. When I was wandering at the crossroads of life, my father patted me on the shoulder, smiled, showed me the way with his eyes and warmed me with his heart.

Father loves like autumn clouds. In the autumn when the fruits are full, the clouds just look at it high, and it is still so quiet. When I failed in the exam, I went home crying. Father didn't say a word when he saw this scene. He just stood quietly, looked at me with a smile, gave me strength, filled me with energy immediately, and let me know that it was the mother of success!

Father's love is like the sunshine in winter. In the cold winter, only that ray of sunshine makes me feel free. When I participated in the competition, I felt nervous all over my body and sweated on my forehead. My father handed me a little encouragement and a cold drink, which made me bravely rush straight and won a good ranking.

Father's love is a huge mountain peak. At that time, the sky fell, and I was not afraid, because my father supported me.

Father's love gave me strength and made me understand the intoxicating fragrance of life.

Chapter Three: The Taste of Father's Love

The taste of apples is sweet, the taste of watermelons is refreshing, the taste of grapes is sweet and sour, and there is also the taste of dad. ...

I remember that in the second half of the fourth grade, I was chasing and fighting on the stairs after class, and I accidentally fell down, so that I couldn't even move the steps. When my father found out, he took me to see a doctor. The doctor said it was a sprained cartilage. Father is very anxious: "As the saying goes,' it hurts the bones for a hundred days'. It seems that it will take a few days to recover. " So, without saying anything, I dialed Mr. Huang's phone, took a week off, and asked the leader for a long time.

Since my father took me home from the hospital, he has been taking care of me, caring for me and giving me what I need every day. He always gives me the first time. He doesn't cook much at ordinary times, and even watches me fall asleep at night, which is reassuring. The next day, I found my father's eyes bloodshot, thinking that he must not have a good rest at night.

A week has passed. ...

On Monday, my father drove me to school, personally carried me to the classroom and repeatedly told me not to run around. Dad came to pick me up at night and carried me from the first floor to the fifth floor. When I got home, I saw him panting and fine sweat seeping from his forehead.

The next day, my mother kept giving my father more food. At this time, I found that my father has really lost weight these days. Looking at him, I couldn't help crying.

Before, I never knew that fatherly love had a taste, but today I know that fatherly love is sweet!

Chapter four: Silent fatherly love

Feng is a person who doesn't like to show his heart. He doesn't want to mention his childhood to others, especially him.

He is Feng's father. Since Feng was sensible, he has been traveling frequently and spent less time with Feng, but when Feng made a mistake, he would beat him mercilessly. Feng never cried. He learned patience and strength that other children didn't understand.

Feng studies very hard. He knows that only by working hard can he leave this town. Nothing is left out here except his mother.

That year, Feng was admitted to Tsinghua. Feng is the only person in this town who has been admitted to the university. But what makes him happy is that he can leave him.

Feng knows that his family is not rich and has little savings, and he doesn't want to ask for tuition from his family. He thinks he can work and apply for a student loan. Feng's mother came over and looked at Feng's packing. For a long time, she took out a package. Feng took it and opened it. There is a stack of hundred-dollar bills in it. Mom, where did you get so much money? Feng's mother sticks her head out of the window.

At this point, all the hatred melted into water, replaced by that deep feeling. Maple leaf cried.

Feng suddenly understood that he seldom communicated with Feng because he didn't know how to communicate. He travels a lot because he has to work hard to make money. After Feng made a mistake, he would give him a good beating because he didn't want his son to make the same mistake again.

Feng ran to the construction site and watched the leader's father move cement with the workers. Feng burst into tears again. He looked at his father's back, which was no longer tall and straight. Feng said softly in his heart, Dad, thank you.

The next day, Feng got on the train. Although there is still a long way to go and he will face a lot of confusion and confusion, Feng will face it bravely because he has a father who is not good at expressing love.

Chapter Five: The Taste of Father's Love

"Dad, I'm back!" Whenever my father hears this sentence, he will turn around in a hurry with a bright smile on his face and say, "Come back!" " "An ordinary word and an ordinary smile gave me great comfort, and all the grievances and unhappiness vanished in school for half a month.

Dad loves his daughter very much, especially my little daughter.

I remember that before the last parent-teacher conference, the school asked us to write a letter to parents in order to welcome Mother's Day. At first, I really didn't know what to write. After all, this is the first time to write to my parents. Besides, what if I say the wrong thing to annoy my parents? As a result, I crustily skin of head and wrote down my mind, "Let dad quit smoking and drink less." On the day of the parents' meeting, the teacher handed out everything we wrote and asked us to take it home for my parents to see. Because I was embarrassed, I didn't take it out and put it on the table until the day I went to school. I can't imagine how my parents felt when they saw this letter. I dare not think. Until I came home last week, my mother said to me, "Your father quit smoking." Oh, my God! I really can't believe my ears. My father who failed to quit smoking several times has quit smoking now, which is also my credit. Besides, dad not only gave up smoking, but also gave up so much alcohol. Dad, dad, do you know how excited and happy your daughter is at the moment? I know and understand that this is the so-called fatherly love!

Now I feel that, in fact, fatherly love is everywhere, which is reflected in all aspects of life. Father is always bad at words, you need to explore.

Strictness is also a manifestation of fatherly love!

Reality the next day: the wind blows the curtains

Chapter six: The hardships of fatherly love.

If we compare maternal love to a trickle that flows into our hearts, fatherly love is a river that allows us to enjoy ourselves. If we compare maternal love to the shade in summer, paternal love is the sunshine in winter. If maternal love is compared to spring rain, fatherly love is to keep out the sunshine of wind and rain. Father stands up like a mountain, father lies down like a ridge, father loves me, loves me rudely, loves reality, father is a mountain, and I am a small tree on the mountain. Unfortunately 10 years old, the patient's hand reached out to me mercilessly. He tried several times to push me into the ruthless cave. Because he was very ill, I had to be hospitalized. Bags of unpalatable medicine have become my daily food. Tears hung on my face almost every day, so thin that my father looked at me helplessly every day and comforted me and said, "The mountain is still there." Why is God so cruel? I remember that I used to race against the sun on the playground and play with fish by the pond. Where did I go? In the next few weeks, mom and dad will always discuss something, but they won't let me know. Later, my father always took me to my favorite places and showed me how steel was tempered. At the last treatment, the doctor told me that my condition was better and I could leave the hospital. The whole family cried with joy. We hugged each other as if the whole world had nothing to do with us at this time. It is home. Mom and dad work together to create a home. It was he who gave me infinite strength and regained my right to live in the world. Why are flowers so red? Why are the young trees so strong against the green leaves? Because of the feeding of mountains, love does not need to be interpreted. Love just permeates in little drops.

Chapter seven: the warmth of fatherly love

Some people say that father's love is a mountain; Some people say that fatherly love is a quilt, but for me, it is a warmth that has never been seen before.

I remember getting up early that morning and finding my head dizzy and I had no appetite for dinner. Grandma saw that I was wrong and said, "Are you suffering from heatstroke?" "Maybe." I was calm when I said this, but my grandmother was like a rabbit discovered by the enemy. She was at a loss and scratched me in a hurry, and the result was particularly red. I saw it. Call my father. My father heard this and hurried home. He saw me lying in bed in pain, my rosy cheeks turned pale, and my neat hair became messy now. How haggard he is at this time! Let me heartache! "I'll take you to the hospital right away!" Dad, talk quickly. In the hospital, I was found to be suffering from heatstroke due to doing warm-up exercises in the sun, and I had to go through many examinations. These days in the hospital, my father bought me medicine and books, amused me when I was bored, and comforted me when I had an injection in pain. At this time, I think he cares more about me than my mother, which makes me feel how happy and warm it is to have such a father.

Once upon a time, I thought my father didn't love me because he scolded me; Once upon a time, I thought my father didn't care about me because he ignored me. Without him, would I be today? How can I go to school now without him? How can I eat and drink now without him? Dad, thank you for everything.

paternal love

Love is a book that everyone reads, and what I cherish in my heart is selfless fatherly love. What impressed me most was my father's care for me when I was in hospital.

It was an afternoon last year. My mother took me to school as usual, but just around the corner, we collided with a motorcycle ...

After receiving the news, my father rushed to the scene and took my mother and me to the hospital. After arriving at the hospital, dad didn't catch his breath; I didn't rest for a minute or two. I registered again and took my mother and me to take X-rays. Just after filming, I contacted the traffic police, who was so busy that he was sweating.

The pain in my legs and feet made me cry, but I held back the pain and didn't let myself cry. After a while, I finally couldn't help the pain and burst into tears. Seeing this, my father stopped talking to the traffic police and patted me on the shoulder to comfort me: "Yongzhi, be good, don't cry." The doctor said it was just a minor injury. Just observe it. "

Hearing this, my hanging heart breathed a sigh of relief. I stopped sobbing and smiled through tears. Dad smiled at me and carried me to the ward.

Dad gently put me on the bed and tucked me in. We don't talk to each other, and my father just looks at me quietly with loving eyes. "Well, sleep, dad went to see mom. I'm leaving. " It was a long time before he spoke softly and slowly. I nodded. Before closing the door, he pressed the corner of the quilt again.

After a long time, I heard a sucking sound. I looked up and it was my father. He wolfed down his food. I muttered, "Dad must be very hungry." Dad heard the sound and put down his chopsticks: "Yong Zhi, wake up. Come on, eat quickly! Dad feeds you. " "hmm." I whispered, suddenly moved: he heard such a small voice and even paid attention to me after eating a meal! Thought of here, my tears poured out again, dripping on my face, cold. "Huh?" Dad frowned. "Why are you crying again? Eat quickly and sleep after eating. " I pushed open the bowl and huddled under the covers, only to hear him sigh gently. I covered my ears, buried my head in my chest and forced myself to close my eyes. ...

In a daze, I felt someone push me. I asked absently, "who ... who?" "It's dad." I got up, looked intently, and froze: Dad was soaked to the skin and still sneezing. I didn't believe my eyes and thought it was a dream. I rubbed my eyes and pinched my arm. It hurt. I was surprised to ask: "Dad ... Dad, you, you ..." Dad smiled awkwardly and scratched his head: "Er ... Dad saw that the weather was cold, so he went back to get you a small quilt and cooked a bowl of ginger soup by the way, but ... it rained heavily again and there was no car, so I just ... hehe. Here! Ginger soup, drink it while it is hot. "

I held back tears in my eyes and nodded.

I feel heavy with this bowl of soulful ginger soup. I took a sip gently, which was bitter. I frowned and handed the bowl to my father. But dad didn't answer, just looked at me with encouraging eyes and kept encouraging me. Dad is so tired! I want dad to relax! I gritted my teeth, threw my neck back and drank it all. Then, I saw my father smile with relief, and then he said, "Good boy, go to sleep quickly."

The dazzling sunshine woke me up, and when I saw it, my father was not there. I hurried out of bed to find my father. As soon as I took a step, my father appeared in front of me with a big basket of fruit.

I didn't see my energetic father, but my wrinkled and bloodshot father. At this moment, a warm current welled up in my heart: Yes! Dad is so tired! Just one night, there were more and more wrinkles on his face ... I suddenly felt deeply sorry for my father. Yes! Dad takes care of me every day, goes back to work and takes care of my mother every once in a while. How tired it should be! Is this father great? Is this kind of fatherly love great? Great! I couldn't hold back my emotions any longer, and tears poured out like a flood that burst its banks. ...

This afternoon, I was discharged from the hospital. The bright sunshine shone on my father's face, which made him look particularly energetic. ...

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paternal love

Fatherly love composition 600 words | 2014-03-3015: 31

Father loves mountains. We are like green grass and flowers, dotted in the breasts of mountains. Fatherly love is not only great, but also full of truth and beauty. I don't know when I 12 years old, which has a deeper meaning for fatherly love. Sometimes my father looks at me, his deep eyes, and how much effort he has put into it, which makes me understand that I should be an adult and shoulder my due responsibilities!

He has some good looks and vitality, but he doesn't lack signs of maturity. He, with heavy eyebrows and big eyes, is wily at first glance. In his eyes, there is a look at the world, and every look contains profound meaning. He always has a few happy or sad idioms hanging in his mouth, which makes people feel very humorous. He, the frequency of heartbeat, reveres the world. Although years have left marks on his face, it makes people feel that he is an older and more mature man!

I still remember that my math scores were not very good. Although I am not a poor student, I am not a top student. This is a student above average. This often gives him a headache. He is also the principal of a school, so he doesn't come back from Monday to Friday, and only comes back to see his family on weekends. However, most of the time, he uses it to check my homework, correct my homework and let me correct my mistakes. This is a kind of tutorial. Every time I see the expectations in his eyes, I always feel angry that I have failed to live up to his expectations and can't get up in math, so I feel a special feeling in my heart. So I work harder, listen more carefully in class, and treat my homework and exams carelessly. Then, this kind of fatherly love encouraged and inspired me. My math scores have improved a lot. The final exam also achieved excellent results. At that time, I saw a happy and uneasy expectation in his eyes. ......