To write a composition about maternal love or fatherly love, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry, hurry.

Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.

Mountain, so high, so steady, so deep; And I have a fatherly love that belongs to me, like a mountain of fatherly love.

As for my father, I admire him. Although he doesn't talk much, he always smells like a mature man. For fifteen years, from the day I can remember, everything that happened with my father was deeply imprinted in my heart. From the first time I described my father, I wrote about his obesity, his humor, his seriousness, his kindness, his wisdom and cleverness, and all kinds of interesting things that happened between him and my mother.

I like to call my father "Dad" because I think "Dad" is more friendly. I like the happy days when my father is held by my left hand and my mother is held by my right hand. That warm feeling will remain in my memory forever. My father's shoulder is my shelter. Behind those broad shoulders, there must be a warm world. When I was a child, my father always held my hand, led me across the street, taught me to walk and ride a bike, accompanied me to the supermarket, and of course, accompanied me by my mother. If God asked me to exchange all my wealth for these memories engraved in my mind, I would never agree!

For me, my father's love for me moved me. My father is a man who is not good at words, but his actions reveal his love for me, a little look, a little action. My father's love for me is very deep, only belongs to me, father's love.

Last winter, I caught a cold and my fever continued. One afternoon, my fever reached 38 degrees 5. My father just came home from work, and when he saw my face flushed and in a daze, his eyes flashed a trace of urgency. Then he took me to the hospital. At 6 o'clock that afternoon, I had an intravenous drip. Father was relieved and let mother go home first. He stayed with me, and my mother was afraid that my father would have low blood sugar and asked him to go home first. My father was not happy. Then he left without looking back. Sure enough, an hour later, my father went back to the hospital and asked my mother to go back. The hospital room is too hot, and my father is afraid of the heat! I don't know how he spent that long hour. What moved me most was that my father saw me licking my lips and poured me a glass of water. I will never forget my father's eyes when he fed me water, full of love and pity. This is not the same as mother's loving eyes. Dad's eyes are very complicated, just like the sea, too deep to see the end. He bent down slowly, put the cup gently close to my lips and slowly poured water into my mouth. Warm liquid flowed into my throat. I was surprised at my father's frailty. I never thought that a careless man would have such delicate feelings! When I got home, I broke out in a sweat and my fever dropped a lot. My father brought me water, oranges and pears for a while, and my mother was as busy as a bee. People have fatherly love and maternal love all their lives. What else can they ask for?

Today, the moon is really bright! Dad is working in Linyi at this time, enjoying the moon with me! Lying on the soft Simmons bed and opening the floodgate of memory, I can vividly see what happened with my father in the past. I picked up my father in the ice and snow, played with me during the holidays, explained math problems to me, and bought clothes with me ... I grew up happily under my father's love and grew up safely under his care. Unconsciously, 15 years passed.

That year was a terrible year, and the result of my father's physical examination was written in black and white as "three highs". Venus appeared in front of my eyes in an instant. When I learned that my father could no longer smoke and drink, I realized that I should protect my father. I began to help him quit smoking and drinking, encourage him and help him. When I was a child, my father often coaxed me to play. Now, it is time for me to love him as much as my father loves me. Although my father has a lot of silver hair on his head fifteen years later, in my heart, my father is still tall and straight. Dad still smells like a mature man, and things have changed. In the world. Maybe everything will change, but I believe that my father's love for me, my love for my father, will last forever with Qingshan.

Dad's love is like a mountain!