The love composition of the fifth grade parents is 400 words

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 the world will say that they don't love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their 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

In my mind, my parents are like the fiery sun, and I am like the grass on the land. They warm me, and I thrive on their chests. My parents are like high mountains, and I am like a small tree behind them. They sheltered me from the wind and rain, and I laughed and laughed behind them. My parents are a piece of Wang Yang at first, and I am like a light rain in the sea. They provided me with rich nutrition, and I walked down the stairs one by one.

Parents' love is sometimes like a drizzle, so gentle, delicate and affectionate. I remember one time, it rained. No sooner had I finished school than I saw a familiar figure in the rain and fog. Ah, it's dad. I ran over at once. He came to pick me up by bike. When he saw that I was only wearing a sportswear, he immediately took off his shirt and put it on me, wearing only a thin vest. Suddenly, it was like a warm current coming into my heart. Bicycles run in the rain. Ruthless rain beat dad's body. I put my little hand on my father's cold arm, closed my eyes and wished deeply: rain, please don't fall, wind, please don't scratch, don't hurt my father's heart that loves me!

My parents are sometimes generous, broad and deep, allowing me to educate and care. I remember once, I started to get an amazing score-100. I was in high spirits at school that day. When I get home, I can proudly send the news to my mother. I thought she was happy, but it was beyond my expectation. I just said in a serious tone, "I don't like your arrogance." When I made some achievements, I just cocked my tail. Remember, son, there are days behind us! " Yes, I haven't forgotten her deep voice and serious teaching.

Ah! This incident reflects the sincere love of parents, including their endless care and education.