Dad’s love essay 600 words

Dad’s Love Essay 600 Words Part 1

The breeze blew gently, the curtain shadows swayed quietly, and my mother told me stories about my childhood while shaking the cattail leaf fan. . Let us travel through the tunnel of time and space together and go back to that day in February 2002...

Just after the Spring Festival, I was only 76 days old and got severe pneumonia. I had phlegm but no symptoms. He would cough himself up and couldn't even breathe normally. The anxious parents didn't know what to do and had no choice but to leave it to the doctors at the Children's Hospital. Because I was born prematurely and was skinny and skinny, it became the biggest "problem" for the nurses. Every time I have to poke several needle holes in my head to find the blood vessels. In order to make my body recover as soon as possible, the mother on the side had to hold me down hard while I was struggling.

On a cloudy and snowy morning, the light in the ward was very dim. The nurse on duty had already tried four or five injections on my head but failed, so she had to leave me at the end again. Finally, the blood vessel was found “accurately” on the ninth needle. My mother, who had been "fighting" with the nurse for dozens of minutes while holding me in her arms, found that my father, who had been standing by me, was missing. It turned out that the father, who could not bear to witness his daughter's pain, was standing in front of the window not far away with his back to us. My mother saw that his shoulders were shaking constantly. When he turned around, a few crystal tears fell from his eyes. . Dad cried! This man who had never cried before cried! I think his heart must have been broken when he saw his daughter suffering from illness!

Hearing this, I already burst into tears. My son never sheds tears easily. My father, who is usually like an "active volcano", actually loves me all the time. At this moment, silence was better than sound. At that moment, I felt my father’s deep love for me.

As spring goes and spring comes, the flowers fall and bloom, I gradually grow up and become stronger. What happened in my childhood has long disappeared from my memory. But every day of my life, the love my father passed on to me is deeply rooted in my heart. I will never forget my father’s loving eyes when I walked into the school gate; I will never forget my father’s joy when he gently released his hand on the back seat of the bicycle and watched me ride into the distance; I will never forget my father’s gentle smile in the middle of the night. The tiredness on his face when he opened the door to drive away mosquitoes for me; I will never forget...

Father's love is like a mountain, and mother's love is like the sea. The love of Mom and Dad is like sunshine and rain, nourishing us budding flowers; the love of Mom and Dad is like the vast blue sky and gentle breeze, helping us young eagles fly to a wider world. 600-word Essay on Dad’s Love Part 2

Dad’s love is everywhere, warming me and protecting me all the time...

I still remember last autumn, when my parents accompanied me I went to Beijing for surgery. At the Air Force General Hospital, facing many unfamiliar faces and smelling the smell of disinfectant, I couldn't help but hold on to the corner of my father's clothes tightly. The attentive father saw my fear, slowly squatted down, gently touched my head, and comforted me and said, "With Dad here, you don't have to be afraid of anything. I believe you are a brave child." Looking at my father's encouraging eyes, I nodded firmly. At that moment, I felt that my father was like a big tree that could protect me from wind and rain.

The next days are not very optimistic. I just had the surgery and my whole head was wrapped up, so I couldn't move at all. The pain and irritability made me unable to bear it any longer, so I opened my mouth and cried loudly. Dad held me in his arms, patted my back gently, and told me that all the bad feelings would soon pass. Under my father's comfort, I gradually fell asleep, sleeping soundly and sweetly. Later, my mother told me that when I fell asleep, my father kept holding me, and his arms were so tired that he refused to let go. At that moment, I felt that my father was like gentle breeze and drizzle, warming and nourishing my soul.

During the rehabilitation process, I returned to my old habit of talking and laughing. The happiest person is of course dad. He walks with me, plays games with me, and always meets my various requests unconditionally. If I want to eat fruit, my father will take the bus to the supermarket; if I want to read a book, my father will take the subway to Wangfujing Bookstore; if I want to eat "sick rice", my father will go to a nearby restaurant to buy it. At that moment, I felt that my father was like a white dove that worked tirelessly, running and busy for my healthy growth.

Today, my father still cares about me and loves me.

He gets up early every day to send me to school, adds or removes clothes for me in time according to the weather, and does small scientific experiments with me... I live happily under the care of my father. I asked my dad more than once: "Dad, why are you so kind to me?" Dad would smile and say to me: "Because you are my child!" Oh, I understand, dad's love is not repaid. . However, I also secretly made up my mind: I must study hard, exercise more, and be a well-rounded good child to repay my father's selfless love. A 600-word essay on dad's love, Part 3

There is a kind of touching feeling that is dad's love.

Every time after school, my father would ride his "little red donkey" to pick me up. As soon as the team walked out of the school gate, I stood on tiptoes, stretched my neck and looked around in the crowded crowd, searching for my father. Because there were so many people, I, who was not tall, couldn't tell who my father was among the crowd. At this time, I remembered the agreement between my father and me: If you can't see me in the crowd, don't be anxious, don't run around, turn right when you leave the school gate, go to the camera where you turn right, and meet me there. I walked through the stone road in front of the door with peace of mind, turned right, and arrived. I saw my father also looking for me anxiously in the queue after school. I crept close to my father, and then yanked the corner of his clothes with my hand, while saying "ah" to scare him. Dad suddenly pressed the corner of his clothes with a look of horror on his face. "Haha! Are you scared by me?" I said proudly. Dad took my little hand and patted my scared little head lovingly, "How can you scare your battle-hardened dad? I just want to make you happy. How about it? Study in one day. You laughed so hard that you fell to the ground, right?”

Listening to my father’s concerned words, my heart felt warm. In fact, the school is very close to my home. I just walk through an alley to get there. There is no traffic on the road and it is very safe. Many students go to and from school alone. But my father said that he would feel at ease only if he picked me up and dropped me off every day. No matter how busy my father is at work, he will always take me to and from school on time.

What impressed me most was that once, it was raining. My father was afraid that he would be late to pick me up and worried that I would get caught in the rain, so he hurried to the agreed place. However, my father was so anxious that he forgot to bring an umbrella. When I saw him, he was soaked all over and looked like a drowned rat. I clearly felt him trembling a little, but he calmly said to me: "Get in the car!" and pulled out a coat as if by magic. , let me put it on my head to protect it from the rain. When I got home and listened to my mother scolding him, I realized that he took off his coat to protect me from the rain. Hearing my father's continuous sneezing, I felt extremely guilty. I should have listened to my mother and brought an umbrella in the morning. I am willful, but let my father pay for me with his health.

Dad, your love touches me! A 600-word Essay on Dad’s Love Chapter 4

My dad is different from other dads. He doesn’t do his “homework” immediately after get off work every day. Instead, he takes me to play basketball to cope with his lack of knowledge. The psychology of fatness.

Dad’s hair is short, but thornier than his beard, so I call him “Hedgehog Head.” His eyebrows are very light, but very curved, as if they were still standing at dawn. of the moon, but it illuminated his squinted eyes even more brightly. The body is very fat, like a big meat ball, but I think this is very kind.

The first thing my father said when he came home was, "Son, come play basketball with me!" But I always whispered, "No, no, no," and my father's big ears immediately When I heard it, I said seriously: "Say it again!" I thought that a good man would not suffer the immediate loss, so I had no choice but to go. After arriving, my father was as happy as a fish in water. I sighed and said, "It's like a fish in water!" "Come on," my father shouted. "Don't be anxious, I can't eat hot tofu in a hurry." Then seeing that my father didn't pay attention, I ran towards him and shouted, "I'm coming too!" My father looked at me and rushed over in a hurry. He stretched out his hand. I was not surprised. , and threw it forward. I thought to myself that my father was running slowly and I would lose, but I just thought I had a plan. I didn’t expect that the ball would fall down as soon as my father raised his hand. Dad thought that I would definitely grab the ball. Sure enough, I tried my best to grab the ball, but couldn't. In the end, Dad rushed over and threw the ball in three steps and two steps at a time. At that time, I felt that the sky suddenly darkened and the air disappeared. Finally, It ended in my fiasco. In order to relieve my anger, I angrily called my father "Zhu Bajie" because my father's nose was already very big, which made him dumbfounded.

After we got home, we were sweating profusely. My mother always jokingly said, "You are so fat and you still play basketball," but my father always said truthfully, "Life lies in sports!"

My father's words made me happy. I understand the true meaning of life, which is movement, so I must exercise more, because life lies in movement! A 600-word essay on father's love, Part 5

Everyone only thinks that mother is the only good person in the world, and a child without a mother is like a grass. Isn't father's love important? No! Fatherly love is equally important.

That was Monday, the day when the parent-teacher conference was held after the midterm exam. I got first place in the class. I wish my parents could share that happiness with me. But my father happened to be on duty, and my mother was working far away in the countryside and couldn't come back. "Oh, it seems that no one will accompany me to this parent-teacher meeting," I muttered silently in my heart. But at noon, I still couldn't restrain my inner expectations, turned my eyes to my father, and said with a smile on my face: "Dad, we have a parent-teacher meeting in the afternoon, can you go?" After hearing this, my father immediately fell silent, as expected. After a while, I saw him hesitating and saying a little apologetically: "Dad... um... I don't seem to be... free today. I'm sorry to disappoint you." After hearing this, the smile on my face immediately froze. He paused, a trace of sadness flashed across his eyes, and silently returned to the bedroom.

In the afternoon, when the bell rang for the parent-teacher meeting, the huge classroom was crowded with parents, but my father was still nowhere to be found. I was completely desperate. My heart felt sour, as if it was filled with lemon juice.

"Oh, teacher! I'm sorry! I'm Dong Ziyu's father. I have something to do at work, so I'm a little late. I'm really sorry. Isn't it delayed?" A familiar voice suddenly came from the door of the classroom, and I suddenly I raised my head and stared blankly at the man with sweat on his forehead and a slightly swaying figure. He was my father, yes. Dad actually came to participate! He actually gave up his job to participate!

When Dad sat down, I hurriedly stepped forward and grabbed his hand, holding it tightly. I couldn't hold it in any longer, and tears as big as beans flowed down. ah! dad! You are such a poor father, but you still give me infinite strength. Thank you!

Mother's love is like water, father's love is like mountains, father's love is as great as mother's love, and as important as mother's love. I love you forever, Dad! I love you forever! A 600-word essay on dad's love, Part 6

Everyone's dad loves me differently. My dad has both strict love and caring love for me.

Once, I made five mistakes in an oral arithmetic test. My father severely criticized me, saying that I was too careless. He criticized me from 9:04 to 9:26. , I was very unhappy at the time. I thought: "Didn't I just get five questions wrong? Is there any need to get so angry?" Later, I did my homework more carefully and my grades improved. Only then did I realize Dad didn't really want to scold me, but wanted me to remember this lesson and be more careful in my future studies.

Another summer vacation, our family went to Mount Emei to play. On the way down the mountain, I accidentally sprained my foot. It hurt so much that I lay on the ground and couldn’t get up. Dad immediately took me Carrying it on his back. The road down the mountain was very steep and the weather was hot. Dad stopped to rest from time to time. By the time he reached the bottom of the mountain, he was already sweating profusely. I think back to when I first started climbing, my father didn’t allow me to take the cable car and had to climb the mountain by myself. It was very hot, the mountain road was very steep, and I had to carry a large bag of my own things. I thought: Dad must not love me at all or feel sorry for me. Now lying on my father's generous back, I deeply understand my father's deep love for me. Dad lets me crawl by myself to exercise my body! After I sprained my foot, my father would rather work hard than make me tired. At the foot of the mountain, my father carried me to a pool. The water in the pool was crystal clear and cool. My father carried me to the shore and sat down. He used the cool pool water to apply a cold compress on my injured foot. After a while, I could walk for a while. The road was dotted, and with my father’s encouragement, I walked to the terminal with a bamboo stick.

Some children’s fathers dote on their children too much, and instead let them develop the bad habit of being lazy and afraid of hardship. However, my father used his tough love and caring love to cultivate me into a child. A man who works hard, is strong and brave.

Thank you, dear dad! I will become a man that makes you proud! A 600-word essay on Dad's love, Part 7

I was born in an ordinary rural family.

The only source of income for the family is that my father drives for others. Live like this year after year. The living conditions at home are better. But the family does not have much financial resources, so what they earn is spent. All for my daughter.

Dad devoted almost all his efforts to me. Buy me a computer, buy me a learning machine, find good test questions for me, sell me delicious food, saying it is good for the body, and want me to eat well, so that I can study hard... always do everything for me. For my own good. When buying clothes, she sells them to me. She doesn’t want me to be laughed at by others, and she wants me to dress well and warmly. She always creates a good learning environment for me at home, so that I can calm down and study. My daughter also helped him gain some strength. Every time I took an exam, my grades were always up to the mark. Every time I tell my father about my study status, my father always says, "Well, my good daughter, you are really promising! Not bad!" But when I hear this, my heart always beats so hard, I don't know why? Maybe it's because I can't help my father sometimes. yes! In normal times, my father and I would quarrel, but every time we quarreled, I would say something that hurt my father's heart. When I wanted to save it, it was already too late. The scar had been engraved on my father's heart and would never heal. I really hated myself at that time: Why was I so uncool at that time? Why couldn't I calm down and listen to what my father had to say? Why don't you understand your father more? Why don't you think more about dad? well! It's too late! It's impossible...

Dad, you have no regrets for me and have sacrificed so much for me. I can't even finish what Dad has done for me even in 3 days and 3 nights. Dad is very hurt. Me, love me very much, he never hit me. Sometimes, I hug my dad and say, "Dad, I am so happy! I have such a good dad like you"! Dad smiled and said, "As long as you are happy!"

Dad, what he wants most in this life is a car. He wants to drive my car and take my mother and me out to see the outside world. What I want most in my life is not only this car, but also a dad...

I love my dad! A 600-word essay on Dad’s love, Part 8

It is always said that maternal love is the greatest in the world, but I don’t think so. Between mom and dad, I feel that my dad loves me more in daily life, maybe Mom and dad should divide the work and cooperate. Mom is busy with the store business every day, and she works hard. She never has extra time to care about me. I understand better. Dad takes care of me in every possible way in my life and study. In my heart, dad is the sun. , always warms me.

I remember one time, due to the large temperature changes in the morning and evening, I accidentally caught a cold. I fell asleep at night and felt uncomfortable. I kept tossing and turning. My father quickly touched my head and found that I I had a fever, and when my body temperature was 39 degrees, my father was so anxious that he woke me up quickly and carried me in the car to the hospital. The doctor said: Don’t be nervous. It’s just a small cold that caused the fever. Take some medicine and the fever will go down in a few days. It was fine, and my father was relieved. I thought it was great to have my father here, and I was not afraid of anything.

Not only does he show his father's love in these things, but he is also considerate and careful in his daily life. He also taught me to be willing to help others as a person, and he also taught me to be strict in my studies.

This time the results of the midterm exam came out. I didn’t do very well in the exam. How should I explain it to my parents? When my father found out, he would be furious and give me a 'roasted pork with bamboo shoots'. When I got home, my father asked me how my grades were. I didn't dare to say anything. My father looked at my test paper and said: In fact, the questions are not difficult, it depends on you. Did you do it seriously and carefully? Point to this or that question and answer it in detail for me. You shouldn’t be wrong and you shouldn’t lose points. I looked at it carefully and found that it is indeed the case. Dad can’t lose points in these places in the future. It was so inappropriate. I quickly said yes, thinking that I was lucky that my father was in a good mood today and didn't criticize me. But I have to be careful in the future.

In addition to taking care of me, my father is also busy with many things. I know you all have a hard time. I will definitely honor my parents when I grow up! Dad's Love Essay 600 Words Chapter 9

If you are at various scenic spots and see a group of people holding professional SLR cameras, they are constantly pointing and taking beautiful photos with various funny postures. , and among that group of people there was a teacher who specialized in coaching, and that teacher was most likely my father.

My dad likes to take pictures. From time to time, he will show me a photo and tell me how beautiful it is, but I will always put on a look of contempt and say: "Will it?" , but being narcissistic, he always ignored my disapproval and continued to explain the beauty of the photos.

In the past, I would look at and appreciate it very seriously, but maybe because of this, he developed the habit of looking for me to appreciate photos together, and he would get approval. Every time there is a new photo They will be the first to share with me, but I will still get tired of looking at the same style of photos for a long time. My comments have ranged from "Wow! They look good!", "Hmm! Not bad!", "Okay" to now: "No matter what. Same?" Although the comments became increasingly dull, he was still willing to let me take a look.

Perhaps it is the advancement of modern technology that makes him less and less concerned about the weather and other external factors when taking pictures. When he comes home after taking pictures outside, his father will immediately rush into the room, turn on the computer, and open the repair function. Drawing software, he started to make corrections one by one until he was satisfied. Some of the photos after retouching are completely different from the original photos, but these are the perfect photos in my father's heart. Once upon a time, it seemed very painful not to retouch the photos after taking them. This is different from those outside. After taking selfies, what difference does it make that girls can transform from flowers to stars?

Perhaps photo retouching is the trend of the times. Dad is also progressing with the times. In this era, people seem to prefer unrealistic people and things. Those photographers who emphasize realism have been replaced by the times. I have been severely left behind, but maybe I am still living in the past. I still prefer some "real" things. Or should I change my mind and try to catch up with my trendy dad who is at the forefront of the times? . 600-word Essay on Dad's Love Chapter 10

From a young age, my father has always left me with such a great impression. Although his eyes are not big, they are always shining, and his solid and generous heart My shoulders are where I feel the warmest.

I remember last summer, I gained ten pounds for some reason. One morning, I couldn't even zip up my pants after wearing three pairs, which made me giggle. Dad saw it and said to me seriously: "You have gained ten pounds, which is not a good thing. For your health, Dad wants to exercise with you. I thought he was just talking, but I didn't expect that the next morning He pulled me up from the bed. I yawned reluctantly and followed my father out the door.

After running two laps to warm up, my father suggested teaching me because my arm strength was too poor. I practiced push-ups, but I couldn't find the essentials of the movements. In order for me to master them as soon as possible, my father, who was almost middle-aged, started to demonstrate on the floor. He looked at his father, who had gray hair on his temples and was fat, while explaining carefully. I worked hard, and my heart suddenly felt warm. Dad came down 20 times. Although he was sweating profusely, his eyes were always full of perseverance. "Dad, take a break and let me do it." Try it. "I said confidently, and then I put my hands on the floor, one, two, three... My hands became heavier and heavier, as if they were filled with lead, and my posture became increasingly incorrect. My father was correcting my posture and encouraging me at the same time. I came for five more times with difficulty, but on the sixth time, due to lack of physical strength, my hands softened and my whole body fell heavily with a "wow" sound. On the floor, it was my father who lifted me up with his strong and solid arms and held me in his arms. Although my arms hurt at the time, I felt very happy in my father's arms afterwards. He said to me: "There is nothing that cannot be done well. The key depends on whether you have the confidence and the courage to do it. ”

Now, after more than a year of unremitting exercise, I am in great shape. This is all due to my dad. His love is like the warm sunshine in spring, shining through every corner of my life. Every day, he gives me strength, gives me confidence, cheers me up, and makes me grow. I am grateful to my dad.