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Parents' love

Many times, parents' love is like the birds flying across the sky - they come often without leaving any trace.

It was a dark evening, and there was a strong wind outside the window. After cleaning the classroom, I started packing my schoolbag and getting ready to go home. "Crack-", a thunder suddenly sounded in the sky, followed by heavy rain. I screamed in my heart, threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. As soon as I arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes - my father and my mother, but both of them only had a handful in their hands. umbrella. My mother smiled and said to me: "Your father and I came directly from the office. We didn't bring any extra umbrellas. Let's take one together." "No, it's raining too much. Let's take one and two together." Everyone is going to get wet. I’ll give this umbrella to Shihao." Dad said hurriedly and stretched out the umbrella. "Dad and I will have a fight." As I said that, I jumped under my dad's umbrella. My dad held the umbrella in one hand and tried his best to hold my shoulder with the other. The three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the mist. I felt so happy at that moment. So happy.

Hazy, one picture after another suddenly flashed in my mind: I remembered that I forgot to take away my homework because I was in a hurry to go to school. When my father found out, he ran and sent it to the classroom for me. ; I remembered the time when I forgot to go home because I was playing basketball, and my mother was hurriedly looking for me; I remembered the urgent voice on the phone when I called my father who was on a business trip: "The fuse is on the balcony. In the tool box, be sure to pull off the knife first when putting on the fuse." I remembered my mother's advice before leaving home every time I faced an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." There were too many past events in one moment. It came out and made me burst into tears.

Parents' love is like the touch condensed by the fragrance of lilies, slowly gathering together and no longer drifting away. I think there may be no one in the world who would say they don’t love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents’ love? Perhaps far from it. In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and you will never get tired no matter how far you walk. So I will never forget my father’s eager words when he took the draft of my composition: “Revise it, and then you can copy it.” "I will never forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

Writing this, I couldn’t help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hands and did not dare to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have the holy things that "God" spreads to the world.

Parental love

There are many kinds of love, and they represent different meanings. There is the love between parents for their children, which is selfless; the love between friends, which is Pure; our love for the poor is sincere... But I think the most unforgettable thing is the love of parents for their children. My parents love me like that, which makes me deeply moved.

The most unforgettable thing is my mother’s love for me. One morning, the sun was shining brightly, making people feel as if summer had arrived, so I went to school wearing only a short shirt. My mother said to me: "Lingling, it's not normal for it to be so hot today. It might get cold in a while. You'd better wear more clothes to go to school! You can also put your long coat in your schoolbag and take it with you to school. Tianyi If it’s cold, put on your long clothes.” I didn’t listen to my mother and left stubbornly.

However, something unexpected happened. At noon, the sky turned dark, strong winds blew, and it started to rain heavily. The temperature dropped significantly. I wore less clothes and felt cold. My whole body didn't obey my command, and I kept shivering. I had to hide in a corner of the classroom, huddled with a few classmates. At this time, a familiar figure walked outside the classroom. Through the glass window, I saw that the person coming was my mother. With a bag of clothes under her arm, she hurried towards the classroom door. I immediately went up to her and called "Mom" excitedly. Mom quickly put the clothes on me. At this time, I saw that my mother's pants were completely soaked, as if she had just walked out of the river. I asked my mother: "You are at work, how can you come out to give me clothes?" My mother said: "It's cold and you wear so few clothes. If you don't give me clothes, you will get sick. I asked my boss for an hour's leave, and now I have to rush back to work and try to make up for the work I missed during my leave."

Looking at my mother's retreating figure, the image of a tall mother emerged in my heart - great maternal love.

My father’s love for me is so selfless.

When I was a child, I slept alone in a room for a long time. However, my sleeping habits were very wrong. The quilt would fall to the ground before midnight, and I didn't even know it. If the quilt falls off, I will catch a cold. After my father found out, he would get up twice a day in the middle of the night to help me tuck me into bed. Especially in winter, my father would come out of the hot quilt and put on only a cotton coat and come over to tuck me in. A few times, I happened to wake up and saw my father covering me with a quilt while shivering from the cold. After a night, Dad looked listless when he woke up in the morning. Sometimes, he catches a cold. But my father said: "It doesn't matter if adults catch a cold. They will be fine after taking a little medicine. It's bad if a child catches a cold. It's better for you to let me catch a cold." You see, this is how my father treats me.

My parents have been so kind to me, and I must repay them! The following are for you to choose:

The four words "I love my parents" sound very ordinary, but these ordinary four words contain very strong love.

When I was in kindergarten, the children in my class were very bold in class activities and would say whatever they thought of. But I was very timid. I didn’t raise my hand to answer questions in any class, and I didn’t participate in many activities in the class. My parents learned about my situation from the teacher and patiently guided and educated me, which inspired me a lot. Slowly, I became like the children in the class, lively and cheerful, and brave enough to raise my hand to answer questions. The teacher also said that I had changed a lot. In fact, this is all the credit of my parents. I thank my parents from the bottom of my heart.

An incident that happened during the summer vacation of my second grade moved me the most. One day during the summer vacation, for some reason, I suddenly got sick. My skin was allergic and I felt uncomfortable all over. My parents rushed me to the hospital. They ran back and forth to find a doctor, see a doctor, and buy medicine for me. My father accompanied me during the infusion, and my mother went home to cook and take me to the hospital. My parents took turns to be busy. After a few days of treatment and the careful care of my parents, my illness recovered quickly, but my father was also tired and caught a cold. I am very grateful to them. And my parents continued to serve me free of charge. . . . . .

Parents' love is honey, always warm and sweet; parents' love is flowers, always blooming in happy places; parents' love is a big tree, always green and lush; parents' love is the sea, always broad and deep.

Let us sincerely wish all parents and say "Mom and Dad, thank you. May you be forever young and healthy."

I love my parents

What can I give you in return, my father?

At the crossroads of the Winter Clothes Festival on the first day of October, I burst into tears. My eyes were blurred by tears in the streetlights, car lights, and firelight. My father who left me in tears nodded to me with a smile. I didn’t care about the surprised looks of pedestrians passing by, or the harsh noises of the vehicles passing by. The sound of the trumpet could no longer suppress the anguish and longing in my heart for the past three months, so I burst into tears! "Dad - I miss you so much!"

Three months ago, my father left me forever! During the days when I had him, I never thought about the true meaning of my father in my life. I always thought that what my father did for his children was only natural, and I accepted that selfless dedication with peace of mind. I feel resentful when I want something my father cannot give me. I regret it so much!

"Father is the ladder to the sky", "Father is the ox that pulls the cart", I thank you, father, for giving me life and teaching me how to be a human being. Father's love is deep. You have never expressed it in words, but you have taught me to treat people and things in my life with a grateful heart. I don’t know what I should repay you with, and I don’t know how I can repay your kindness. Before I had time to repay you, you left, gone forever!

Think about the past, your strict demands on me were regarded as harsh by me; your caring and considerate towards me were regarded by me as nagging; your diligence and frugality were regarded by me as stingy.

But without all of this, how could I be the person I am now often praised for being sensible? How can I have the easy life I have now? Everything I have is given to me by you, father. Before I could say thank you, you left!

I still remember that you taught me to recite Tang poems and Chairman Mao’s poems when I was learning the language. As a young child, I knew that "the dung soil was like ten thousand households". I was your pride at that time!

I still remember your knowing smile while holding my report card

I still remember that when I was sick in my childhood, you carried me everywhere to seek medical treatment. Sweating profusely - sweating because of distress!

I still remember the snowman under the street lamp on a snowy night in the cold winter, that was what you were waiting for for your son to come home from school

I still remember that when you were a teenager, you would still build a snowman for me in the middle of the night. The quilt is so easy to kick off.

I still remember when I was sick and dying, you called my name anxiously in my ear! This call makes me reluctant to leave this lovely world! This call makes me wonder if this is still you who is strong?

I still remember that in your last days, even though you were unconscious, you subconsciously heard my cry. You wiped away my tears and touched me tremblingly!

I still remember, I still remember...

There are so many, so many. I dare not think about them anymore, nor do I want to think about them anymore, nor do I have the courage to continue thinking about them. Your kindness is as great as the sky. Now that the sky has fallen, I am at a loss. You asked me to support this home for you and complete your unfulfilled responsibilities for you. I am so afraid that I can't do it well and live up to your trust. I am so helpless!

Did you know? I really want to talk to you about what’s in my heart, but because of the stubbornness that exists in our characters, many conflicts have occurred, and there has been no spiritual communication. I have never had a chance to apologize to you. This is my eternal regret in this life. . Maybe in your mind I am an ignorant son, but do you know? Your every move has a subtle influence on me. I will take every step of my life according to your requirements. Don't worry!

I will no longer be discouraged and disappointed with life, I will no longer be pessimistic and sad. I will live a strong life like you and fulfill your unfulfilled wishes in return for your kindness in raising me. Thought it was repayment!

I am now at this crossroads, burning paper money for you so that you can buy cold clothes. I want to ask if there is really a road to the sky here, and if I can miss you and give you my late heart. I bring my grateful heart to you. Let the wind carry away my lingering thoughts and gratitude. Can you in another world feel your son's heart and forgive your son for his stubbornness and ignorance? I hope that under your protection our family will remain the same. Live a happy life.

Because of you, I exist! Thanks you! Father!

During the summer vacation 3 years ago, I was preparing to take the piano level 5 exam. That day, the weather was so gloomy that it seemed like it was going to rain.

My father sent me to the examination place and waited outside. I looked at my father worriedly, and my father nodded to me, indicating that I could take the exam with confidence.

We lined up inside, and the adults were waiting outside, with anxious looks on their faces.

Finally it was my turn, and I sat there. I only heard the sound of "boom--" and I knew it was thundering. Then I heard the sound of "crash--" of rain. I thought: Damn it! What kind of bad weather! It rained during my exam. Is this an ominous omen? What? I quickly stopped my thinking. I started to read the last piano score seriously, because I was about to start my first piano exam. I suddenly put down the music score and thought: Dad is still outside! It's raining so heavily outside. No, I must pass the exam this time. I can't live up to my father's confidence in me.

After a long time, I came out. It seemed that the rain was not so heavy anymore. I found my father in the crowd. He held an umbrella and asked me eagerly how I did in the exam. Yes, I told him it was okay, and it basically popped up.

After a few weeks, I knew the score and passed the test. I jumped up with excitement and saw my father smiling. . . . . .

Dad's "love" is implicit. He doesn't want his mother to behave like that. When he comes home, he will say "I miss you so much!" And dad's "love" is a kind of "love" hidden in the heart.

Who in this world has not been bathed in the love of parents, and who has not experienced the care of parents? I also have a father and mother who think about me and care about me all the time.

My father can best be described as a "strict father". He has very strict requirements on my study and life. He made a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework seriously. In addition, my father often asked me to read some extracurricular books to let me understand scientific knowledge beyond textbooks. My play time was greatly reduced as a result. Sometimes, other parents ask me: "Is your father strict with you?" The naive me nodded vigorously to show that "very, very strict, not ordinary!" Now, whenever I face the problem after every exam, When I was ranked first and second in the class, I gradually understood that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I am so grateful to him!

My mother is a typical "loving mother". She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every possible way. In order to let me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my craving. Every weekend, she didn't care about rest, so she started washing the dirty clothes I changed, and put the clean clothes next to my bed the next morning. Especially when I am sick, my mother is pouring water, delivering medicine, and getting up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt is well covered...

Now, although my parents and I are in two countries, , when I saw the words "How about studying?" in their letters, and heard the familiar and gentle tone of "Remember to wear more clothes" on the phone, I immediately felt their care for me. Care and love. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I can feel its existence all the time.

2. As I grow up, my father and mother are becoming more and more understanding of my love. Of course, I also want to give them my love. As a kid, I always wondered: What should I do? This is the question I’ve racked my brains to think about! Now, as I grow older, I understand how simple it is to dedicate your love to them. As long as you understand the meaning of love, the greatness of love can be reflected in every little thing!

My father often traveled on business when I was a child and had very little time to go home, so he and I were relatively unfamiliar. Fortunately, my father had a humorous personality, and the generation gap between us was quickly eliminated. But, I don’t know why, now when my father and I are alone, we can’t find the same topic, which makes it very embarrassing. The most I can ask is: Will you go to work tomorrow? When will I call you in the morning? Not much else. I often think: I am really sorry for my father. He has raised me for so many years, but I can't say anything when I am with him. In order to have the same topic with my father, I learned about him from various channels. One day, I finally found out from my mother that my father was going on a business trip to Inner Mongolia in two days. So, I immediately looked up the weather in Inner Mongolia these days on the Internet and found out that it was very cold there these days. It happened that my mother was not at home at noon, so I said to my father: "Dad, it's been quite cold these days. Remember to wear more clothes when you go so you don't catch a cold!" Dad didn't say anything, just nodded, and I suddenly I saw something flash in my father's eyes, and later I realized they were tears of surprise and emotion. From then on, I no longer regarded checking the weather as searching for the same topic, because I understood that it was not only the same topic, but more importantly, it contained my deep love for my father!

In comparison, my mother and I are particularly affectionate. My mother is a fan of TV series. Ever since she got a computer at home, she likes to watch them online. But the time you can watch online is very short, so I asked my classmates if their parents had ordered it. After a few days of hard work, I finally found a card for my mother to watch TV series for free. My mother goes to bed very late at night. Every winter, I often put her pajamas on me without telling her, so that my temperature can be transmitted to my mother. Whenever my mother turned on the light because she couldn't find her pajamas, I would wake up, hand her my pajamas with a smile, and she would hug me and kiss me. Therefore, my mother often calls me "a fire in winter"! Although my love for my mother is very small, I know that my mother will be happy!

Love is not just a formal expression, but something that comes naturally from the bottom of the heart. We can't just ask our parents to love us, because we have grown up and our parents also need our love.

Don't think that adults don't need love. In fact, they are sometimes more fragile than us in this regard. Students, give your passionate love to your parents without reservation. Our love is also great

3. Mother's love

Love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; maternal love is like the continuous drizzle, gently patting your face and nourishing your heart; maternal love is like the stove in winter, giving you Create warm sunshine in the harsh winter.

I remember when I was young, one winter, the weather was very cold. My father was on a business trip, and my mother had to take care of both the store's business and me. However, my mother didn't let me go out to play and told me to stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But being disobedient, I sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early hours of the night, I developed a high fever. My mother was frightened. You said that my father was not here, and it was only me and my mother, and we encountered this. What should I do? My mother immediately carried me to the hospital. It was pitch dark on the road, and I was so frightened that I called out to my mother. She said, "Lulu, don't be afraid, lie on your mother's back, and we'll be there..." When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw the doctor, and the doctor gave me The temperature was taken and it was found that the fever was 41 degrees Celsius. The doctor said to my mother: "How did you become such a mother? Why did you send the child here with such a fever? He must be hospitalized. Go and complete the hospitalization procedures quickly!" Mom I just said silently: "Well..."

But maternal love can also be harsh. When it comes to my studies, my mother never relaxes. It was in the first semester of fifth grade, and I scored 76 on the English test. When I handed the paper to my mother anxiously, and when she saw the score, she walked to the bedroom alone without saying a word to me, and closed the door with a "squeak" sound. I couldn't bear it anymore, so I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother crying and said, "Mom, please hit me! Hit me! It's me who is disobedient, and I will study hard in the future." With tears in her eyes, her mother said: "Lulu, my mother won't beat you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead in the future and be a person who contributes to the country, you must be down-to-earth, one step at a time, start from now on, and study hard." ! ”

Motherly love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mother's love. The growth of children cannot be separated from every drop of mother's love. Mothers protect their children throughout their lives and silently guide their children’s direction behind their backs. Is our mother's love for us something we can ever repay? Just like: "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring."

Great maternal love

As the saying goes, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is the clothes on the wanderer's body..." "Mother's love is great. From the moment you were born, God sent you an angel who will always be by your side. Her name is mom.

When I was in first grade, my father worked out of town and my mother worked as a class teacher in a middle school. She was busy with her work and often came home very late. But her love for me has not diminished at all. I remember it was a night when "silver beans" fell from the sky. I had a cold and was recuperating at home. My mother was still giving lectures to the students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly developed a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot. And my mother just happened to drag her exhausted body back home. When she saw that I had a high fever, she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There were no pedestrians or cars on the street, only my mother's thin figure shuttled in the rain. A gust of cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seemed to notice something. She took me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, he ran to the hospital as fast as flying.

When we arrived at the hospital, my mother held me in her arms to register, give me injections, and give me infusions without even taking a breath. I kept crying during the injection, so my mother held my hand, leaned into my ear and whispered to me: "My dear daughter, stop crying, my mother will always be by your side." At that time, after hearing this sentence , my body seemed to be suddenly filled with strength. During the infusion, my mother stayed with me day and night. When I was hungry, she fed me, when I wanted to sleep, she told me stories.

I lost for two days and two nights, so my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights. My illness has healed and I have gained weight, but my mother's eyes have become red and have dark circles, and she has also lost a lot of weight. I will definitely study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

Father's love is like a mountain

My father seems to be a dull person. He is usually unsmiling and scary. In my memory, he seems to have never hugged me or given me anything. I said a warm word, but after a long time, I thought that my father didn't like me at all. Every time I saw him, I felt a little inexplicable "fear".

Perhaps seeing the origins of our father-son relationship, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgates of my memory. My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door and kept walking around. When he learned that mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and hurriedly bought it. I bought some candies and melon seeds and gave them to everyone I met. Dad couldn't control his emotions. He walked into the corridor countless times and let his tears of happiness flow.

Also when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother was working the night shift, and my father took me to play in the newly built stadium. At that time, the lights in the square had not been installed yet, but people who came to exercise were But there were so many. As soon as I arrived at the edge of the stadium, I rushed into the sea of ??people like an arrow. My father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear him, fearing that he would restrict my freedom. After I played to my heart's content for a while, I realized that my dad was not with me. I suddenly felt a little scared. I knew that the trouble was serious and I was worried about bad guys. I didn't dare to call dad, so I suppressed the fear and groped back. When I got home, my father hadn't come back yet, and I knew that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sat in a dark corner of the building. I don’t know how much time passed before I saw my father limping over with his shoes, his face full of anxiety. I thought: This time my grumpy father will definitely beat me hard. After my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice: "Don't run so fast when you go out to play again. When adults call you, you must agree immediately. Do you understand?" I nodded. Head, when my father put me down, I discovered that there was a lot of blood on my father's feet. I knew that in order to find me, my father dragged his injured leg for an unknown distance and even bruised his feet.

Now that I think about it and experience it carefully, I realize that my father also loves me deeply, but he just keeps his love deep in his heart. Father's love is like a mountain. My father's love makes me strong and grows with me.

I have been getting along with my mother for more than ten years, and I am deeply loved by her every year. Growing up like this, I feel really happy. Mom is not pretty, at least not today. The two deep-set eyes, the pale hair, and the wrinkles carved by a knife made it very sad to look at it.

The world in my impression is always blurry, but in this misty mirage, I clearly remember that my mother was hospitalized twice. The first time was when I was 10 years old. Not long after the Chinese New Year, my mother was hospitalized. Her face was pale and haggard, and she had to be helped when walking. It happened to be my birthday not long after the Chinese New Year. ―On my tenth birthday, I looked sadly at the deserted front door. I was the only one left at home, and my father went to take care of my mother. I celebrated the New Year dinner at my neighbor’s house with tears of grievance. The sky outside is still so hazy, which is very similar to my mood. The wind in early spring is still biting like a knife, which is chilling.

I sat alone in front of the door in a daze. A bicycle rode over there, and there was a person sitting on the seat. His thin white clothes were fluttering in the wind, as if a fairy had descended to earth. The young man on the bicycle rode hard against the wind. It was obvious that they were riding in this direction and the young man had no strength left. I even clearly saw his sweat drops. He was wearing such a single shirt in such weather, which aroused my interest, and I kept watching them "walking" this way. I couldn't help but feel the pain on my face due to the cold wind and went in. The moment I entered the house and opened the door, they stopped at the door of my house and I turned my head...

My father was using My sleeves were wiping sweat, while my mother was swaying half-swaying in the back seat, and finally leaned on my father's back. I was so excited that I hurried over to "pick up" my mother, completely forgetting to observe my mother's bloodless face. With a bright face, he helped his mother into the house. His father parked the car by the door and came in too.

The father helped the mother sit down carefully. "My child, congratulations, happy birthday!" As he said, my father gave me a beautiful magic box. I danced with excitement. Then I looked at my mother quietly. She was leaning against her father quietly, her face was pale and very thin. No energy, very decadent.

"Child... son!" Before he finished speaking, he started coughing. The father quickly took out a towel and covered the mother's mouth. It took a long time to stop. The father gently removed the towel. Sorry, I don't understand what this means! I can’t figure it out either! I just want to care about me...

My mother finally passed out. My father quickly picked up my mother, opened the door and went in, leaving the handkerchief behind. I stayed there, my mind was empty, and there was a roar outside. Maybe it's the north wind, otherwise, why would it be so rampant? North wind! Why not blow away this bloody handkerchief...

"Your mother is not feeling well and should not wear too many clothes. She is afraid of covering something, but she is also afraid that you will not be able to celebrate your birthday and sneak away again. She came out, if I had known I shouldn't have let her do this..." My father covered his head and sat outside the operating room feeling ashamed...

Mom! In fact, it is such a simple stroke, but it is interpreting a myth. Each of us grows up in the lovely strong protection and the care of our mother. They have given us too much.

Another one:

In this world, who has not been bathed in the love of parents, and who has not experienced the care of parents? I also have a father and mother who think about me and care about me all the time.

My father can best be described as a "strict father". He has very strict requirements on my study and life. He made a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework seriously. In addition, my father often asked me to read some extracurricular books to let me understand scientific knowledge beyond textbooks. My play time was greatly reduced as a result. Sometimes, other parents ask me: "Is your father strict with you?" The naive me nodded vigorously to show that "very, very strict, not ordinary!" Now, whenever I face the problem after every exam, When I was ranked first and second in the class, I gradually understood that my father did all this for my own good. For this, I am so grateful to him!

My mother is a typical "loving mother". She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every possible way. In order to let me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my craving. Every weekend, she didn't care about rest, so she started washing the dirty clothes I changed, and put the clean clothes next to my bed the next morning. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and medicine, and got up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt was well covered...

Although my parents and I are in two countries now, , when I saw the words "How about studying?" in their letters, and heard the familiar and gentle tone of "Remember to wear more clothes" on the phone, I immediately felt their care for me. Care and love. Indeed, parents' love is like air, invisible and intangible, but I can feel its existence all the time.