Ask for a composition of maternal love or fatherly love. Before 9 o'clock

Because of the greatness of maternal love, people often forget the nobleness of fatherly love. Motherly love is gentle and considerate, which can make us grow up happily, just like a trickle; Father's love is passionate, it can make us firm, just like the burning sun. Father's love often inspires us and pushes us forward. Fatherly love is noble, and its appearance makes us feel warm.

On the road of life, there are many slopes and endless roads. Everything in front of me is not clear and can't be touched. Who let us cross the obstacles and push us forward, and who let us move forward steadily on the road of confused life? It's fatherly love! Life is like a chess game. One wrong move will lose the whole game. And fatherly love is our magic weapon to overcome difficulties and resist temptation. With it, the road ahead is no longer confused; With it, you won't hesitate when choosing; With it, we will feel the warmth of our family. Fatherly love cannot be described in words. It plays an important role in our life and has a far-reaching impact on our life.

Father's love brought me back from the brink and brought me back to my prodigal son. Father is not good at words. Fatherly love, in fact, is everywhere, all around us. We can always find them as long as we observe them carefully. Father's love is the family affection that father deliberately gave us, and it is the result of their painstaking management. Each of us carries the infinite expectations of our father and contains the crystallization of father's love. One cannot be ungrateful. My father gave us a unique affection in the world without scruple, and I felt the sacredness of all fathers for this.

My arrival brought hope to my family, but it also brought pressure. But no pressure can overwhelm my strong father, so I thrive in his arms. I feel my father's deep love for me all the time, and this inexhaustible love has become my driving force on the road of life. I want to progress faster than others, because I have a father behind me; I'm not afraid of anything, because the sky falls with my father's support and the ground sinks with my father's backing. I'm not afraid of anything. I must study hard. I will remember your kindness to me. In order to make you live a happy life in the future and repay you in the future, I can't stop, I must run faster than others!

2. Father loves nothing.

When I was a child, I always thought that there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. My mother can take me anywhere I want to go, buy my favorite food, and help me wipe my tears when I cry ... but I only personally feel that fatherly love is as great as maternal love. ...

When I was a child, my father always ran around in his career and rarely asked me. I used to envy other people's fathers, who could tutor children and give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently.

However, since my first day in junior high school, my father has been more concerned and more strict with me. He bought me a lot of review materials and studied in sync with me. He is both my classmate and my teacher. I help him with his English, and he helps me with my math. We learn from each other and improve each other. My father is like a different person, so he cares about me and loves me. For me, he accompanied me to study late into the night. For me, he waved to the computer; For me, he even withdrew from many parties ... Seeing my father's gray temples, my heart was crying.

In retrospect, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. Blame my father for not spending more time with me, not often helping me with my studies, and … too much, too much! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. It was not that my father didn't love me before, but that he gave me unknown and unobtrusive love. My father told me stories and taught me how to be a man. He loves me. Buy me a lot of toys, he loves me; In order to let me go to school, he rushed to his career and he loved me. When I fell, he encouraged me to stand up and become strong. He loves me ... now think about it, my father has paid too much love for me and this family.

At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking of my father's wrinkles, thinking of my father's white temples, tears could not help but flow down my eyes and wet my pillow again and again.

Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, you are my eternal pride!

3/ The voice of fatherly love

The crisp and melodious sound of the piano gives people memories of childhood;

The melancholy voice of pipa gives people nostalgic associations;

That voice gave me the power of love.

Things have been in a hurry for decades, so how can spring flowers and autumn moons be idle? In this fast-paced social life, people's ears are full of all kinds of voices, but maybe that voice will not be remembered-footsteps.

Dad has a unique pace, always rhythmic, like the beautiful sliding sound on the piano keys, like the crisp sound of "four strings singing together, such as spinning" on the pipa strings. Every contact between the sole and the ground embodies a sense of art. Once, I didn't realize there was love in my footsteps.

"Go to sleep!" Dad came into my room gently and said kindly, making my bed conveniently. I nodded and said, "OK, I'll sleep for a while." The brisk pace left me. Looking at the paved quilt and smelling the fragrance released from it, I feel that there is a caring smell in my footsteps. A strange feeling came to my mind.

Footsteps flow through my heart like a gurgling stream, nourishing my dry heart.

At night, I was awakened by a nightmare and heard a string of light, thin, cautious and steady voices coming to my room. I closed my eyes in fear. The door opened slightly, and I quietly opened my eyes a little. In the darkness, I saw a tall body gently covering me with a quilt that had just been broken. Everything is so skilled, as if I can do it every day. Then he crept away again. Although it was light, I recognized the rhythmic sound. It's dad. I was surrounded by the warm current of my father's love and suddenly burst into tears. I can hear the concern and caution in my footsteps, like the cool summer breeze, which brings me coolness, makes my heart calm and hot, and makes me move forward.

Dad will send me to and from school every day. Every afternoon after school, what I look forward to most is to hear the familiar melody coming from the corridor, which will relax my uneasy heart. During the winter vacation, I went to school to make up lessons. When school is over, Goose Feather University opens outside. The students all went out to feel the pure beauty of white in winter, but I secretly closed my heart. Will my father come? I can't help asking myself over and over again. The class answers always float around: "Yes", "No" and "Yes" ... After school, all the students walked away smiling, only I was waiting anxiously in the classroom. When I was almost desperate and ready to go home alone, the familiar footsteps came, so eager that they seemed to have no rhythm. I can't help feeling happy. Go out and have a look, it's really dad. He's covered in snow! All white hair, like a snowman! He said apologetically, "It's too late to go back and get you a poncho." Said, and took out a raincoat with his warm body temperature from his arms. I couldn't help it any longer. I threw myself into his arms and held him tightly.

People say that my father loves me like a mountain. Today I finally witnessed this sentence. My father's love gave me the power to be happy!

Now sitting in the examination room looking at the topic, the first thing that comes to mind is the voice of love, because only the footsteps of love have a soul!

Dad, I love you!

4. Selfless fatherly love

In ordinary life, there are too many trivial things that make people headache, but I am always careless, so there are always stories happening to me. Just two days ago, I forgot to bring my photo to the monitor, and I was at school at noon and didn't go home, so I called my father at home. Because I was in a hurry, I only left one sentence: "The photo is at the bedside. Send it as soon as you find it. "

However, when I returned to the classroom after lunch, I saw a sweaty man rushing in outside. I thought it was my father. He came running and said I couldn't find it. My hopeful heart hit the abyss like a big stone. I turned my head and left, thinking that you couldn't even find the photo. Without saying anything, dad pulled me up, got on the motorcycle and walked home. When I got home, I found that everything in the bedside table had been emptied. My room is a mess. I was shocked! Dad shook his head helplessly and said, "You said it was at the bedside. Listen, I've looked everywhere. No, you looked for it yourself, or you didn't. Find your own way! " When my father said this, I felt how cruel my father was to me! Even refused to look for photos.

But afterwards I realized that I was wrong!

I came back to school from home in a rage, not to mention how depressed I was. But when I came home at night, I was surprised to find a small bag on my desk. Open it, it's all my photos. Looking at my busy father, my tears kept flowing downwards. The next morning, my father went to work early and left me and my mother at home. My mother told me that after I went back to school, my father searched for a long time at home, didn't even eat lunch, came back from work and looked for a long time, and finally found a photo in a book. After listening to all this, my tears poured out again, and a warm current poured out of my heart. ...

Father's love is hidden in my heart. My father is an inarticulate person, but I feel his love and selfless love from his silent "language"!

5. Father loves like a song

I am a bird, my father's love is the sky, and I fly under his care. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.

My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.

I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on." I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard. When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance.

Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them." After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth and persuaded me to admit my mistake.

I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.

I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life!

6. Father

Remember that day, you told me; A girl of 15 years old was buried in the ruins. The girl's father rescued the girl alone within 1 1 hour. The girl hugged her father tightly after being rescued. The first sentence is: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that father and daughter had quarreled before the earthquake, so ...

After listening to this story, I was shocked, I was moved, and a feeling of gratitude came to me.

Please remember:

When I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I smiled happily in my sleep to thank you.

When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You are very excited. I thank you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.

When I was three years old, you held me, held me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief. I repay you with practice again and again. Finally, I learned to walk.

When I was four years old, I was afraid to take medicine. That time, you hit me because you didn't take medicine, and your handprint was printed on my ass. I cried very sadly. You feel bad and bought me a Transformers. I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time.

When I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten. You sent me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and be United and friendly with the children." I repay you, and I am often praised by the teacher, saying that I am obedient.

When I was seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. You let me go to school by myself, let me study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, but I will review with me. I repay you. When reviewing, I always want to escape and play.

When I was eight years old, I got the certificate of "Learning Activist" on June 1st. You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts.

……

Time flies, in a blink of an eye, I am fourteen years old and have entered the school gate of middle school. Look at you-a lot of money has climbed on your head.

But your love is still not old, your love is like a colorful halo, covering me. Give me strength and warmth silently.

Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be differences and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you or even like you. However, a father is a father, after all, it is your father.

Let's take a short time to pay tribute to this man named "Dad" and say "thank you" to him. Although sometimes I can't say it to my face, he has been with me, listening to my boasting, listening to my stories and listening to my sadness. ...

You are by my side, watching me grow up and learning to be strong and independent.

Father has always cared about me and protected me. Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father loves like a mountain, and his strength is like a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; Selfless dedication, silent support, strength is like a mountain. ...

Dad, I know, you also have troubles, you also have pressure, and you will be tired. So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad!

7. Father likes fragrance.

When it comes to love, the first thing that comes to mind is maternal love. Mother's kind smile, caring nagging and careful care always move us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to be ignored. Because unlike maternal love, my father often leaves behind a hard-working back and a serious face. Beneath what we can see on this surface, there is something hidden in the dark, which is easy to be ignored and has a refreshing breath-love.

One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father go for a walk in the park. Birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed to a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "It's a thrush." The father asked again, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "Thrushcross." This is the father asking again: "What is this?" Middle-aged men think it may be that their father is old and his ears are not working well, so there is a saying called "Thrushcross." But endlessly, my father asked the same question again ... so repeatedly, for the first time 10, the middle-aged man got impatient and shouted loudly, "It's a thrush. Don't ask again! " The father is unusually calm and has no intention of being angry with his son at all. He said in a loving tone, "Thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I brought you here. He was very excited because of curiosity and kept asking' what is this?' Twenty-five times, and every time I patiently answered,' It's a thrush. Because I think you are young and curious! "At this time, my son jumped on his father and cried like a child.

In life, we often see the parting pictures of children leaving home to make a living on TV. Mother cries in a low voice, telling one sentence after another, while father always just says "well, it's time to go." So plain, who knows how much pain and love these words contain in this short sentence? He wanted to cry, but he didn't. His love bloomed in silence, smelling only a faint fragrance.

8. Father loves nothing.

When I was a child, I always thought that there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. My mother can take me anywhere I want to go, buy my favorite food, and help me wipe my tears when I cry ... but I only personally feel that fatherly love is as great as maternal love. ...

When I was a child, my father always ran around in his career and rarely asked me. I used to envy other people's fathers, who could tutor children and give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently.

However, since my first day in junior high school, my father has been more concerned and more strict with me. He bought me a lot of review materials and studied in sync with me. He is both my classmate and my teacher. I help him with his English, and he helps me with my math. We learn from each other and improve each other. My father is like a different person, so he cares about me and loves me. For me, he accompanied me to study late into the night. For me, he waved to the computer; For me, he even withdrew from many parties ... Seeing my father's gray temples, my heart was crying.

In retrospect, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. Blame my father for not spending more time with me, not often helping me with my studies, and … too much, too much! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. It was not that my father didn't love me before, but that he gave me unknown and unobtrusive love. My father told me stories and taught me how to be a man. He loves me. Buy me a lot of toys, he loves me; In order to let me go to school, he rushed to his career and he loved me. When I fell, he encouraged me to stand up and become strong. He loves me ... now think about it, my father has paid too much love for me and this family.

( 1)

mother

I closed my eyes and suddenly a brand-new idea came to my mind-the grass is really strong. But how can it survive without spring, warm sunshine, warm rain and gentle wind?

Motherly love is sunshine, rain, gentle wind, a collection of all the beautiful things in spring, and the whole spring.

Motherly love is like spring.

If you admit that you have maternal love, please never think that your mother will owe you anything, because her love for you will never end.

Love in this world, everything will disappear or even be destroyed with the passage of time. But only maternal love, it will always be so great and selfless and will not disappear with the passage of time.

When I was a child, I always liked to be held by my mother before I learned to walk. That feeling is so warm that I can't forget it for a long time. And my mother often carries me for a walk. Mom, you know what? In those days, whenever I was held carefully by you, I would have a great pride and happiness. Through the eyes of other children, I know that they also envy me having such a mother. So my mother's arm became my second cradle at that time.

After primary school, I can't let my mother hug me anymore, and my mother can't hug me anymore. Mom started holding my hand in and out. She expressed her love for me in the vicissitudes of life. After school, my mother always shook my hand and asked me about my performance at school that day. Naughty, I shook your hand viciously and "reported" my performance to my mother in a naughty tone. Day after day, year after year, this has become the biggest tacit understanding between my mother and me in primary school.

By going up one flight of stairs-after junior high school. I have no such leisure to hold hands with my mother anymore. Every time I see my mother, I just shake her hand in a hurry. Mom didn't force me to do this, she changed the way of expressing love. Every night, when I am doing homework that seems to be endless, my mother always walks into the study quietly. Or bring me a cup of sweet milk; Or bring me a sweet apple; Or pass me a cup of espresso ... let me deeply appreciate my mother's maternal love in that busy study.

"The thread in the hands of a kind-hearted mother makes clothes for her wayward son." The love of mothers all over the world actually lies in such a small matter as a stitch and a thread. Motherly love is a warm coat that always protects your body; Motherly love is a thick dress on your body, which surrounds you all the time. No matter how far you are from Qian Shan, no matter where you are at the ends of the earth, maternal love is tightly wrapped around you.

Ah, mom, I will definitely remember your love!

Mom, what a good word! The first word a person learns at birth: "mom". What a familiar and kind name, a person's heart is always grateful to his mother. Because my mother raised her with sweet milk and nursed her.

Gorky once said: "All the glory and pride in the world come from mothers."

What is a mother? It is the foundation of life and the source of all things. Mother is the closest relative. She created our life and gave us growth.

(2)

Mother's love is like air.

The tense atmosphere of the senior high school entrance examination infected every candidate who greeted it, and everyone eagerly "chewed" books. I am no exception. Maybe the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination is too great, and I am very upset.

In the dead of night, I am still looking through my Chinese book in confusion, but I can't understand it at all. At this moment, my mother pushed the door and came in with a cup of hot milk in her hand.

"Steve, the senior high school entrance examination will be held tomorrow. Don't read tonight, drink milk and go to bed early! " Mom said with concern with a smile.

Although I know my mother's mind, my irritability has turned me into a hedgehog, and my mother has become the object of venting.

"I don't want to drink. I don't even have time to read. Do I still have time to drink milk? " I don't look up.

"You'd better go to bed early for the exam tomorrow, or you'll be listless tomorrow." There was a hint of anxiety in my mother's tone.

"You leave me alone! I can't read my book! " I yelled at my mother.

The atmosphere suddenly became very dead and embarrassing. My mother was stabbed all over by me, like a turtle without a shell. I know my mother cares about me, and I know I hurt my mother. In fact, I really don't want to say those harsh words, but I don't know why, as soon as I opened my mouth, these words came out like a barrage.

My mother silently tidied up the books I put on the bed. Seeing that I was not "sleepy", she turned around and sighed and closed the door gently.

Listening to the mother's footsteps behind the door and looking at the steaming milk in front of me, my heart is full of guilt. I want to run out and say "sorry" to my mother. However, I have no courage.

In this silent night, I hurt my mother, but my mother laughed it off and was so tolerant of me. Broad maternal love makes me feel great, but it also makes me feel guilty.

I turned off the light and heard my mother approaching and leaving. I looked at the ceiling and made up my mind that I would apologize to my mother tomorrow.

Suddenly I feel that my mother's love is like air, which keeps me alive and often forgets its existence.

(3)

mother love

Some people say: maternal love is a lamp that illuminates the road ahead in the dark; Motherly love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold; Mother's love is summer wind, winter sun, spring rain and autumn fruit. No one can measure how long the road is under maternal love. ...

There is a silent thing around you, which may be as plain as boiling water, without the enthusiasm of roses and the joy of birds chasing in the forest. You may not realize it, just like air. When you discover its mystery, you will be glad that you have been reborn; But when you ignore it and finally lose it, you will feel the pain of insect bite and the regret of suffocation. It is love, or rather, it is the love of parents.

In life, we all take our mother's love for granted, and our mother's busyness is also regarded as a habitual action.

I believe many people have never seen my mother sleeping, even if it is only a short time. Xiao Qiulin in the article, however, read the selflessness and greatness of maternal love from her mother's sleeping position. "My mother was lying naked in the bathtub with her head hanging over her chest and a wet towel in her arms ... she fell asleep unconsciously in the shower ... she was so tired ..."

Just as beauty is everywhere in life, so is maternal love. The key is whether you can understand it or not. Mother is a great woman. She can work hard for her daughter. She loves you very much, but she won't say it. No matter where you go, her eyes will always be on you. She will never abandon you, no matter how depressed or sad you are. She will do everything for you, even though she may not get anything in return.

Some people say: maternal love is a lamp that illuminates the road ahead in the dark; Motherly love is a poem that warms the longing heart in the cold; Motherly love is the wind in summer, the sun in winter, the rain in spring and the fruit in autumn. No one can measure how long the road is under maternal love.

Perhaps it can be said that how deep a mother's love is, how long the road under her feet is, and it has been laid in the warmest place in our children's hearts from the beginning.

(4)

There is a kind of love in the world, which is everywhere. You can accept it calmly, and accept it calmly: there is a person in the world who is unknown and gave you all her love without asking for anything in return. This kind of love is called maternal love, and this person is called mother.

When I was sleeping, the alarm clock rang mercilessly. I rubbed my sleepy eyes, pouted reluctantly and climbed out of bed. Today, my mother doesn't go to work. It is really comfortable. You can sleep until you wake up naturally without going to school. This is really a wonderful thing. I thought so in my heart, and I was a little jealous at the same time. Today is the final exam. My mother just threw me a "good exam" before going to bed last night, that's all. So I complained about my mother's indifference.

As soon as I opened the door, the living room was bright, and the sound of soymilk machine was faintly heard in the kitchen. I went to the kitchen in a daze. "Good morning! Go brush your teeth and wash your face, breakfast will be ready soon. " An oncoming exhortation. "Oh." Looking at the bread and boiled eggs on the dining table, I suddenly lost my mind. When did mom get up? Did I drag my tired body to prepare breakfast for me when I met Duke Zhou? Mother said that she was very tired and wanted to sleep in after work yesterday.

After washing, I accepted those gentleness as usual. "Today's exam, you have to eat more! You should study hard and have strength when you are full. " My mother told me again. And I, there is always a sentence without a sentence, and I use a "well" from time to time. I always do.

Riding a bike seems to be a childhood again.

At that time, every day, every time, as long as my mother was here, I just kept nagging and never listened carefully. Sometimes I feel that my mother is picking on me, which is unreasonable and doesn't make me feel a little uneasy. Sometimes, I even answer directly, "You are bored to death." Is this my response to maternal love? I gave a wry smile. Kindergarten and primary school are easy to go to school every time, because all the books and snacks are taken by my mother, and nothing needs to be taken care of. Sometimes, I feel uneasy occasionally, that is, I ask, "Do you want me to help you?" "No, just go by yourself." I was relieved to hear my mother's answer. Hehe, it's mine, but I asked if I could help you.

Looking back on this, I don't feel regret or guilt. When did the care that bored me become so dazzling? Those verbosity and nitpicking have witnessed my stupidity and unfilial. It turns out that those cares and gentleness are all worth cherishing and existing.

Meaning.

Facing her, I began to understand, I began to understand, I began to understand, I must grasp what I have, because it is meaningless to cherish it after losing it. Motherly love, give me a chance to cherish.

(5)

Only mothers are good in the world ... "This is a world popular song & gt Yes, only mothers are good in the world. My mother's love for me is like a warm snow, which is irreplaceable.

My mother, like a big fairy, brought me light, but deprived me of my troubles and pains and let myself "enjoy"; My mother is like a rainbow fairy who loves people. She brought me success and sunshine, but blocked failure and wind and rain to bear. My mother is also like a selfless nanny, taking my affairs and my burden away and letting herself carry it ... In short, my mother is like a lucky goddess, giving me happiness, success and relaxation, but holding sadness, failure and burden in her own hands. Ah, mother and son are a gust of wind that blows away bad luck and brings good luck.

I love my mother, but my mother loves me more.

On a snowy day, the ground freezes three feet, making it harsh for people to walk on it. If you are not careful, you will fall down and eat shit. At that time, school was over at noon, and I remember I was only in grade one. Our class walked out of the school gate with biting northwest wind and biting snow. The ground is particularly slippery, as if it had been oiled. I'm afraid of slipping and walking carefully. Suddenly, I heard it. Mom! "I shouted excitedly. My mother smiled happily. I saw a layer of snow on my mother's head, and a smile appeared on her anxious face. The snow seems to have been melted by my family. I asked curiously, "mom, why are you here?" "Mom winked mischievously and said," Aren't we going with a companion, not afraid of falling down? I believe that I am proud to say, "I am not afraid, let me protect you!" " ""So, when my mother and I helped me go home, I realized that my mother was afraid that I would slip when I went home alone, not that I would fall. For me, my mother has been eroded by snow for twenty minutes, but I am so naive.

Now, when we open our eyes and look at the past, we have different views. My mother's affection for me is also growing day by day, and her love for me is beyond words.

Motherly love is like a warm snow.

At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking of my father's wrinkles, thinking of my father's white temples, tears could not help but flow down my eyes and wet my pillow again and again.

Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, you are my eternal pride!