Dad gave me the motivation to live.

The love of parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born in this world, our parents have always loved us. Parental love is a natural love for children. Like rain from the sky, but it can't be resisted. The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful power that can sustain life is the love of our parents. The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time. And fatherly love is profound and informal. Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain. Speaking of my parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness? My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child. They told me the story of the 25,000-mile Long March, Mao Zedong and Zhou Enlai, Lei Feng, and the bombing of the bunker in Dong Cunrui ... They told me that we should be cautious, be sincere to others, not lie, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay the kindness, and know how to get something for nothing ... What is all this for? I used to naively think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power drives them. I don't understand, but it may be a kind of responsibility, a kind of love for children, selflessness or love, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us and take care of us carefully. Take every day as an example! Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she is still working. When I was studying at night, my father came to tutor me again and taught me to do every problem carefully and not carelessly. My parents educate me every day for me. Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day like this is ordinary and extraordinary. Every day is a small thing, but it is a big thing. In the face of parents' kindness, I should turn gratitude into filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents! Parental Love Who in this world has never bathed in parental love and experienced parental care? Still think of me all the time and care about my parents. Strict father is the best description of my father. He is very strict with my study and life. He made me a timetable and urged me to finish my homework carefully. Besides, my father often lets me read some extra-curricular books to let me know about the scientific knowledge outside the textbooks. Therefore, my playing time is greatly reduced. Sometimes, other parents ask me, "Is your father strict with you?" Naive, I nodded hard to show that "it is particularly powerful, not just ordinary!" "Now every time I come to the first and second place in my class after every exam, I gradually understand that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I really appreciate him! My mother is a typical "loving mother". She is very concerned about my food, clothing, housing and transportation, and always takes care of me in every way. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to cook delicious food to satisfy my appetite. Every weekend, she can't rest, so she starts washing my dirty clothes and puts clean clothes on my bedside the next morning. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed me medicine. I had to get up in the middle of the night to see if the quilt was covered ... Now my parents and I are in two countries, and when I read in their letters, "How is everything studying?" "On the phone, I heard the familiar and gentle tone of' Remember to wear more clothes', and I immediately felt their concern and love for me. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I feel it all the time. Parental love Everyone has parents, but they don't necessarily give us all their love. But my parents gave me all their enthusiasm and love, so I love them very much. I was born in this lovely and beautiful world at 4: 35 am on March 7, 1994. My parents were overjoyed at that time. Later, my parents began to educate me and teach me how to be a man. Kind and gentle words made me seem to have entered a mysterious fairyland. After that, my father began to teach me to write again. He is very strict with me. If not, hit me. So, I was slapped more than a dozen times that day, and my face was red and swollen by my father. In my eyes, it is endless fatherly love. Some parents never give their children real love. Dad asked me to recite my composition, which is also a kind of love. When I don't want to recite or worry that I don't have time to recite my composition, I'm afraid to see my father's familiar smiling face and be ashamed to face him. Why is it a kind of love for my father to ask me to recite my composition? Because he asked me to recite the composition; I improved my writing. After I entered Yiwu No.1 Middle School, I entered Peking University and other universities, and finally found a good job. Although my grades are not so good, I will study hard. I want to turn my parents' love into motivation and my parents' love into a magic weapon for me to study hard. Let mom and dad become dragons. My love for my parents is hard to express in words. Maternal love "the sun in the sky, maternal love on earth". The first emotion that people can experience at birth is maternal love. Although we have no memory of that time, we have an instinctive attachment to our mother. The sweetest word and the most beautiful cry that a person's lips can utter is "mom". This is a simple and meaningful word, full of hope, love, comfort and all the intimate, sweet and beautiful feelings in people's hearts. In life, mother is everything. When she is sad, she is a comfort; When depressed, she is hope; When she is weak, she is strength; She is a source of sympathy, pity, love and generosity. The only eternal thing in the world is maternal love. Without a father's love, it's like losing a spiritual pillar. The love my father gave me is wider than the vast universe, deeper than the boundless sea, and hotter than the fiery red sun. Father's love is my spiritual pillar and my guide to growth. " A father loves mountains, and a mother loves water. "However, neither of these two kinds of love includes doting. Motherly love is affectionate. I like my mother's kind face. Looking at those eyes made me forget my loneliness and troubles. Looking at those thick lips, I not only silently repent, but for me, my mother not only grinds out a lot of advice and instructions from her mouth. Touching my mother's rough calloused hand, my heart not only trembled, but I felt that maternal love was selfless and she didn't ask for anything in return. She just wants her daughter to know how to control herself. I like to touch my mother's face and cheeks. The temperature of her palm spread from her cheeks to her whole body. If maternal love is a lake, then I am a happy little fish in the lake; If mother is a cloud, then I am a happy bird under the cloud. Motherly love gives me warmth, gives me a source of happiness, and gives me love to rely on. American writer Noel said, "As a modern parent, I know very well that what matters is not how much material things you give your children, but the care and love you pour into them. Caring attitude can not only save you a considerable sum of money, but even make you feel gratified, because you spend less money and pay more attention than gifts. "I believe that maternal love is true and pure. Can't be measured by wealth, can't be won by money. There is such a touching story: a young mother caught up with a wolf at an amazing speed when she saw a wolf take away a baby in its infancy. In despair, she jumped on the wolf's back. After the wolf was scared, he ran for hundreds of meters without paying attention to her. The mother beat the wolf wildly until she saved the child. An ordinary woman shows superhuman energy when releasing maternal love, which can be described as "the power of motherhood is better than the laws of nature." Whitman said, "How similar mothers all over the world are! Their hearts will never change, and every mother has a very pure heart. "Motherly love is sacred and broad. It moistens the earth like spring rain, and it is endless and affectionate. Motherly love is like the sediment in the long river of life, which is constantly washed away and gradually precipitated until it is integrated into the bottom of life. Life is nothing more than memories, and life grows in memories. In the memory of life, maternal love is the warmest and most unforgettable part, which is unforgettable. Fatherly love is deep and persistent. His love is full of severity, and his expression is full of majesty. Sometimes, although I am afraid of touching my father's eyes, what I learn from it is the principle of sticking to the end. I like my father's strong hands. He won't help me fall down easily, but put his hand on my shoulder before the exam and tacitly let me do well in the exam. My father is also very smart and capable. Although Mr. Wen Yiduo's "words and deeds are consistent", he is simple. Fatherly love contains both bitterness and happiness. If father's love is an endless sea, then I am a hard coral in the sea; If father's love is a continuous green hill, then I am a tall and straight Jinsong in the mountain. My father's love gave me faith, tenacity and vigilance. I think my father loves me like a mountain, a mountain that can make my daughter's blood boil and stand tall. On the road of growing up, my father is not only a tolerant and kind father, but also a mentor. A little care from my father has piled up a mountain. Look at me silently, firmly and persistently. The warm current surging in my idealism constantly urges me to forge ahead. Mountain is the father, first of all, it is a kind of existence, a kind of proud existence. Mountain is a father, in the final analysis, it is an accumulation, an accumulation of love. Father's love is like a mountain, and the mountain of father's love is accumulated bit by bit in the process of children's growth; The mountain that a father loves is a force that supports a child's life. Dashan is the father, and you are an irresistible mountain, standing in the children's hearts forever. Answer: zzxxxx 506- doorman level 210-1719: 57 My father always feels that he has nothing to say when he talks about his father. In my eyes, his father is ordinary, like a drop of water in a stream and as ordinary as a tree in a forest. He hit me, scolded me and treated me well. However, when I think about it, I have no impression at all, so I can't talk about it. Now, I have my own children and become a father, and my feelings for my father are different. Perhaps, as my father said, I don't know how expensive rice is if I'm not in charge, and I don't know the kindness of my parents if I don't raise children. In fact, I didn't care much about my father for a long time. Because in my impression, my father will always be a strong man and will never bow down in the face of difficulties. Until my father finished washing his hair, I suddenly found that his hair was half white. I couldn't help saying to my father, "Dad, your hair is so white!" " ".Father zheng, didn't speak, just looked at me, and then picked up a comb to comb my hair silently. I regret saying this, but I have nothing to comfort my father. Time makes people old, nothing can stop the pace of time, and my father will get old. Maybe this is life. It's just that we often don't want to accept this reality, and so do my father and I. Looking at my father, the scene of my father sending me to the train reappeared in my mind. It was the first time that I left my hometown to study abroad. I told my father that I didn't have to, but my father insisted on taking me to the station. Many times, parting is always sad. The ancients said, "People who feel dejected and driven out of their wits are just that. ".It happened that it was raining in Mao Mao again that day, and it was gray. The train left in the drizzle, and my mother kept telling me to wipe my tears. My father, who has been silently helping me with my luggage, moved his lips as if he wanted to say something to me. But he didn't say anything in the end, just waved. The train is getting faster and faster. I looked at his hunched back in the rain from the window, and a trace of bitterness hit my heart, and tears could not help but flow down. In middle school, the teacher talked about Zhu Ziqing's back. At that time, I didn't understand the sadness of parting. Now I understand. My father's hunched back in the rain will always be imprinted in my memory. My father has always been very strict with me, probably because I am the eldest son! My father always said to me, "You should set an example for your brother. "I didn't think so either. I just kept complaining that he was too strict with me. At that time, I dreamed of leaving home every day and traveling freely around the world. Now, when I have to leave home to make a living, I find how good my father is to me. Because of his strict requirements, my studies, work and marriage are all smooth sailing. When everything goes well, I will often think of my father and miss him more. Many times, what we once had was not really cherished; You don't know its value until you lose it. Now that I am a father, I look at the sleeping children and always think about how to educate them in the future. What a different life my children will live with me! Whenever I think like this, I think of my father. Maybe when I was very young, he looked at me in his sleep and thought the same thing. Father is old, but he doesn't want us to accompany him. He often said, "When the father helped his son, both of them laughed, and when the son helped his father, both of them cried. "Maybe my father doesn't want to see tears. Maybe the hardships of life make him have no tears. I won't "help" my father, although he is old and slow-witted. I just hope that the laughter between father and son will last forever. The vast sea of people, looking back blankly, always find that too much has been lost and too little has been owned. Those countless good times always disappear before we know it. But there is always such a picture in my dream: "In the evening, I helped my father to go for a walk by the river, looking up at the quiet starry sky, stepping on the soft soil, breathing the fragrance of grass, watching the passing river, precipitating the noise in my heart, leaving a quiet and real feeling, accompanying my faltering father." "My father is ordinary and great!