I want stories about fathers and sons, stories about fathers and daughters, stories about teachers and students, and they should be heartwarming. 1V1, HE, please send it in categories, email: 69411318

I want stories about fathers and sons, stories about fathers and daughters, stories about teachers and students, and they should be heartwarming. 1V1, HE, please send it in categories, email: 694113182@qq.com

Father and son story. The sky slowly darkened, and the last blush of the setting sun was covered by the deep blue that was almost turning into black. One or two stars squeezed out of the dark sky, blinking hard in the sky. The moonlight shines softly on the ground, reflecting the shadows of the trees. The aroma of food from every household wafted out from the cracks in windows and doors.

My mother brought a pot of braised pork from the kitchen with a smile. It was steaming hot, and the aroma overflowed from the pot. The aroma of braised pork penetrated directly into the bald father's nostrils, and there was no way to stop it. The bald father was salivating and couldn't help it anymore. He picked up the chopsticks and tried to pick up the meat. My mother slapped my father's hand angrily and said, "I see how anxious you are. What do you think is missing?" The bald father looked at the table and said, "Mr. I'll get the rice right away!" "That's wrong, my son isn't here yet. Go call him!" The mother pointed to her son's room. The bald father smacked his lips and pointed at the fragrant braised pork, but he couldn't resist his wife, so he had to go upstairs to find his son.

The bald dad knocked on the door. Hey, why is there no response? After knocking a few more times, there was still no response, so the bald father had no choice but to push the door open and enter. To his surprise, his usually playful son with the hedgehog head was immersed in a sea of ??books. He was flipping through the book, one page, two pages, reading greedily like a hungry wolf. Sometimes his eyes were bright, as if he had discovered a new world; sometimes he was silent and sad, as if he had seen something too sad. The book seemed to be like a magnet, attracting him. The son kept flipping through the book like a hungry man throwing himself on bread.

It wasn’t until the bald father twisted his hedgehog-headed son’s ears that he came back to his senses. The son reluctantly put down the book and swallowed involuntarily, as if he had swallowed all the contents in the book and let his mind absorb them. The son seemed to be thinking about the joys and sorrows of the protagonist in the story, which made him worried. The bald father couldn't help but leaned over and asked: "What book has such great charm that it attracts a son who doesn't like reading?" At this time, the book turned into glue again and stuck the bald father's eyeballs.

When the son sat at the dining table and expressed his excitement to start eating, he found that his bald father had not come down yet.

One minute, two minutes... ten minutes, fifteen minutes..., after a long time, the bald father still hasn't come down. Mother's face gradually darkened, pulled down, and lost her smile. The mother and the hedgehog-headed son clearly saw that the heat of the braised pork in the basin had dissipated. The mother pointed to the room where the bald father went, and said to the hedgehog-headed son in a commanding tone: "Hurry up and ask your father to come down for dinner!"

The hedgehog-headed son muttered, very unconvinced. When he came to the room, he found his bald father lying on the ground, alternating his feet from time to time, like a piece of music jumping with cheerful notes; his two hands held his cheeks, and his ribs pressed against the ground, supporting his big head; On the floor, fat and fat seemed to take up one-third of the floor. The son, who was still unconvinced just now, couldn't help laughing when he saw his father's innocent and flawless appearance.

Ha, what an interesting father and son. 2. In ordinary life, there are so many trivial matters that make people a headache, but I am always missing things, so there are always stories happening to me. Just two days ago, I forgot to bring a photo to the class monitor, and I was working as a student at school at noon and didn't go home, so I called my dad at home. Because I was in a hurry, I only left one sentence: "The photo is on the bedside. If you find it, bring it over."

But when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in from outside. Dad, he ran over and said he couldn't find it. My hopeful heart felt like it was hit hard into the abyss by a big stone. I turned around and left, thinking that you couldn't even find a photo.

Without saying a word, my father picked me up and got on the motorcycle and drove home. When I got home, I found everything in the bedside table was poured out and my room was in a mess. I was shocked! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it was on the bedside. Look, I searched everywhere, but there was nothing there. You also looked for it yourself, but there is still nothing. You can think of something yourself!" When Dad said this, I I feel how cruel my father is to me! Can't even find a photo.

But I realized afterwards that I was wrong!

I came back to school from home angrily, not to mention how frustrated I was. But when I got home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk. When I opened it, it was all my photos. Looking at my busy father, I couldn't help but shed tears. The next morning, my father went to work early, and my mother and I were the only ones left at home. My mother told me that after I returned to school, my father searched for me at home for a long time. He didn’t even eat lunch. When I came back from get off work, he searched again. After a long time, I finally found the photo in a book. After hearing all this, my tears welled up again, and a warm current surged in my heart...

Father's love is hidden in the heart, and my father is not good at expressing himself. But I felt my father's love for me from his silent "language", selfless love! Teacher's kindness is unforgettable

In the blackboard eraser and chalk flying together, in the teacher's voice and careful care, how many teachers are deeply imprinted in the hearts of many students! ——Inscription

Flowers are grateful to the rain and dew, because the rain and dew nourish them to grow; the goshawk is grateful to the blue sky, because the blue sky allows it to spread its wings; the mountains are grateful to the earth, because the earth makes it stand tall; and I am grateful to the teachers, because it is them Let me swim in the ocean of knowledge; because they made me see right and wrong, good and evil; because they gave me the courage to move forward in the face of difficulties...

Students, Have you ever thought that because of teachers, our world has become so beautiful, there is a guiding light in the chaos, and there is the eternal Beidou in the confused night sky. Teachers shoulder the sacred mission, the future of the motherland, and the prosperity and history of the nation. In this way, generations of young people grow up healthily under the care of teachers, and run towards a better future under the gaze of teachers.

Students, shouldn’t we be grateful to the teachers who work hard for us?

Without sunshine, there would be no growth of all things; without rain and dew, there would be no fragrance of flowers; without parents, there would be no life for us; but without the teachings of teachers, there would be no progress and growth for us. Therefore, we should face the teacher with gratitude. "Come with a heart in your hands and leave without a blade of grass." This is the embodiment of teachers' tireless teaching and selfless dedication. This selfless and great love gives us warmth and strength, urging every student to realize their dreams and reach the other side of victory.

"Learn from spring silkworms, who spin silk continuously, and make candles to light up the road." For thousands of years, how many people have compared teachers to spring silkworms and candles. Their hard work and selfless dedication have made so many flowers of the motherland become the pillars of China! Who can know how much sweat and hard work is involved? Perhaps the white hair and wrinkles of the teachers are the best witnesses.

However, even if teachers are compared to green leaves or red candles, their dedication and achievements cannot be fully praised! Teachers are not green leaves, but they nourish green leaves; they are not red candles, but they can illuminate the soul, because they are always reflected in our eyes. It is the teacher who composes every note in our lives into the most beautiful melody in the world. I really want to take out strings of firecrackers, set off vocal blessings, and sing the most beautiful song in the world to the teacher with gorgeous fireworks.

Students, please remember this teacher’s grace that is higher than the mountain and deeper than the sea. Let the grateful heart surge silently in our hearts until forever...