Parents love articles and compositions.

Parents' love is something we used to write in our composition, but perhaps it is not so easy for us to understand the true love for our parents! The following is the relevant information about my parents' love articles for your reference!

Parental Love Composition 1: Parental Love

Author: Yu Zhuo

Last year 1 1 month, Mrding and I were married for 30 years.

Lao Sun is my father and Mrding is my mother. They have known each other for forty years. They were high school classmates, but it was said that they didn't like each other at that time. Mrding said that I was ugly and rustic at that time, with a face of pimples. Eric said, Mrding is a tall woman, with no feminine taste at all.

However, just like the TV play, didn't the two people who ended up together fight at the beginning when they didn't like each other?

They were admitted to the same university? Lu 'an Normal University, which is today's Wanxi University. Mrding studies English, and Lao Sun studies Chinese. After graduation, they were not assigned together, one in Shannan and the other in Huagang, both small towns in Feixi. In the year of graduation, my father, my grandfather, suddenly fell ill because of cancer. In order to see his only son get married before he died, he urged them to get married

Eric and old Ding Gang started to fall in love, and they were going to get married. 1986, grandpa dragged his sick body to the street and gave them some furniture on credit. Two people got married in the humble dormitory assigned to Mrding by the school, and then I was born.

I haven't seen my face. I was so poor that I didn't even leave a photo. I only know that in the first two years of my life, Mrding and I were always in two places. Two years later, I overcame all difficulties and moved to Mrding.

When I grew up, I leafed through old photos of my family and read many letters I wrote to Mrding at that time. They piled up in piles. I have to say that learning Chinese is still very romantic. The content of the letter is nothing more than talking about my thoughts and looking forward to the future. Workers and workers put eight stamps into squares and deliver them to Mrding on time every week.

Eric said that every time he left Shannan, Mrding would secretly set the clock at home one hour ahead to trick him into leaving later.

When I was a child, I often saw them quarreling. Mrding is an only child, and I am the only boy in my family who has been pampered since childhood. They quarreled, and the battle was like a volcanic eruption. In my young memory, the big water tank, the iron pot for cooking, the kettle for boiling water and the glass of the bookcase at home were basically changed several times, as long as they could be smashed. Not far from my home is the court. In my memory, Mrding hugged me, argued with me and went there, saying that he wanted a divorce. As for why he never divorced, it is not clear.

Lao Sun is a typical Aries, self-centered and impulsive. Mrding is a down-to-earth Taurus, and he works diligently and conscientiously. When I was young, I was a literary youth. At that time, everything was just beginning. They are looking after two small bungalows in the school, and there are some vegetable fields behind the houses. My family built a chicken coop with cement, and raised a few chickens and pigeons. Mrding plays with her vegetables, peppers and eggplant when she is free. Many years later, when they recalled those days, they all felt that it was a paradise-like day, and so was the fairy couple. As long as I can remember, I know that my parents are not the richest, but they must be the most creative, because they make my life very interesting: the grape trellis built by my grandson in the yard is shaded by trees in summer; Old Sun and Mrding took me to climb mountains and take a boat. I personally made many gadgets for me. Whenever the teacher asks me to do an experiment, I always come up with the most exquisite one. Mrding made many small clothes and handicrafts for me with her industrious and dexterous hands. I took me to run all over the mountain, took me to swim by the river in summer, and set up a tent for me to count the stars in the wild?

Later, I grew up slowly. When I was in high school, my family moved to the county seat. There was no ridge like when I was a child, and there was no vast field where I could fly kites. Eric and Mrding are busier than before. Sometimes I get busy and I can't see you from morning till night.

As far as I can remember, there is nothing particularly romantic between Mrding and me. I never bought flowers for Mrding once. They all call each other by their first names, never once, dear. But many, many little things are confirmed bit by bit? Hold your hand and grow old with your son? Vows. When I am out of town, I will buy some presents for Mrding, but I can't go back to Mrding's mind. Either the color of the clothes doesn't like it, or the necklace is not the texture she wants; I always find fault with Mrding when he cooks every day. For example, braised pork burns like fried rice cakes, and the vegetables are cut too big, which can kill people?

I am impatient, but Mrding is slow. Every time I go out for a walk or stroll, I feel that Mrding is muddling along. The most disturbing thing is that they often get separated in the crowded crowd, which has been the case for so many years. Every time I go out in high spirits, I must end up sweating for Mrding, while the slow-paced Mrding is wandering somewhere.

Mrding has poor eyesight and high myopia. I often make fun of her as an aunt with four eyes, and Mrding is very unhappy. But I always go out at 10 o'clock at night, rain or shine, laughing and taking Mrding home who is studying at night, muttering to herself. Don't ride a bike if you have bad eyes. You are not good at driving.

Now they are still quarreling, and quarreling more, but not in a fatal way. They are all quarrelling innocently. Maybe they are old. They all became talkative and quarrelsome. They grow old together just right, and they don't dislike each other.

I once asked them what they thought of love. They can't talk for a long time. In the end, when there is affection between them, there is no feeling of love. But I think, Mrding must love me, otherwise, as soon as I have a slight illness, she will be anxious to take him to hang expert clinics everywhere, instead of a beautiful woman with big eyes and black eyes and big braid at such a good age, who will be willing to marry me, a poor boy who has to pay for his own furniture. I must also love Mrding very much. He just has rough feelings and is not good at expressing, but he always tells me that you take care of your mother the hardest.

Mrding and I have known each other for 40 years and lived together under the same roof for 30 years. Whenever I chat with my friends and listen to their jokes that I no longer believe in love, I always think of me in Mrding and their little time together. I think I will always believe in love as long as they are together. They seldom tell me how they feel about love, but getting along with each other, caring for each other and containing each other is the best education about love for me.

Write this article and wish Mrding and Lao Sun happiness forever.

Parental love article composition 2: Parental love

Author: girl with a dream of spring.

In the morning, I was still immersed in a warm dream and was awakened by a burst of footsteps in the yard. Through the floor-to-ceiling glass window, I saw my father's thin shadow massaging, beating his chest and kicking in the hazy morning mist and starting to exercise his bones and muscles. Father got up early! Soon, with the sound of a side door, my mother got up, and the familiar rejuvenation medical exercise melody immediately sounded in the quiet yard, and the voice was so low. They are afraid to disturb me while I am still sleeping. I stood quietly by the door, watching my parents do exercises with the demonstration on the screen. My mother is soft and skilled, while my father looks busy and stiff, like a clumsy duck. His appearance is very funny.

In my impression, my mother is smart, wise, enthusiastic and impatient, and is recognized as a capable woman in the village. My father is half a soldier. When he was young, he worked as a blacksmith, built a boat and participated in the construction of the dam of Liujiaxia Power Station. Honest and frank, lofty and calm, he is a real stubborn old man in the eyes of outsiders. Before he retired, his father, who had been accompanied by words and drawings, steel bars and concrete, spent most of his life shuttling on the construction site. He is usually taciturn and resolute, and has a good reputation in the local area. But I know that behind my father's silence, I have devoted my life to this family. He loves us and his mother, and always cares about her, a rural woman with little education. In that era of extreme feudal poverty, let the mother's heart bloom in the sun forever. So from a very young age, I joked with my father.

I remember that in the winter when I was more than four years old, my mother had not come back from visiting my sick grandfather. One day, I was playing outside alone, watching my mother's way back, and suddenly I felt a thrill and ran to tell my father that my mother was back. The father sitting on the threshold smoking a stuffy cigarette heard this, pa? As soon as you threw the cigarette in your hand, you stood up and rushed out. Where is your mother? At the intersection of Galiu team. ? When my father arrived at the intersection of Team Six, I found my prank, and I stumbled away with two cocked braids. Only my bad smile and my father's stomping are left on the loess road.

At that time, my father, for my mother and for our family, was like a migratory bird who traveled all the year round. Only when the construction site was frozen and it was impossible to start work, did he come back with bags, new clothes and food for our brother and sister. When we catch our leisure time, we pester our father and pull our mother to tell us books, stories and games. The girlish red clouds often fly on her face. Now I think that time was the happiest moment in my life.

Due to years of wandering, harsh conditions and extremely irregular life, the young father suffered from severe gastroenteritis and was forced to retire at home at the age of 50. For the sake of my father's illness, my mother accompanied my father all over the surrounding hospitals, large and small, and never got better. Finally, the helpless mother listened to the old Chinese doctor's persuasion and gave her father mutton soup every day. Mother was born afraid of the smell of fish and couldn't smell mutton. She went to town to buy a casserole for her father's illness. She carefully stews her father's stomach, spleen and soup every day. This ordeal lasted for ten years. My mother's insistence completely broke the doctor's prediction that my father would not live for three months until he recovered today.

My mother has suffered from rheumatoid arthritis since she was a child, and in her later years, she has added many diseases, such as lumbar disc herniation, hyperosteogeny and tracheitis. Anyway, all the diseases she deserves seem to converge on her. On rainy days, I can't stand up in pain. I saw Aunt Bo and Aunt Li with my own eyes in the village. Because of this disease, their bodies have been severely bent and deformed, and they almost fell to the ground like a big shrimp head when walking. Father sees it in his eyes and is anxious in his heart. He visited famous doctors and studied Chinese medicine books. Wherever he goes, he demands that as long as there is a glimmer of hope, he will not miss the opportunity of treatment. The home is full of therapeutic instruments, massagers, vibrators and other instruments to treat blood circulation of bones and joints and dredge meridians. The father who runs a small shop after retirement spends more time and energy on his mother besides attending his own classes normally. Get up at five every morning and give my mother a full-body massage. Later, I heard that doing aerobics is effective for lumbar disc herniation, so I asked someone to buy EVD and downloaded the video of aerobics for my mother to practice. My mother is an impatient person, so she stopped doing it after doing it for a while. So the busy father has another task, besides massaging his mother every morning, he also has to accompany her to do exercises. When I came back from work in the afternoon, I scrambled to circle animals, burn kang and cook medicine for my mother. In order to let my mother sleep well at night, I rubbed my back and waist for ten years before going to bed.

Although this life is bitter, I have never seen my parents' sad faces. After the morning exercise, my father was busy making a fire to feed the animals, while my mother began to clean up the yard, make breakfast, take time to water the flowers and loosen the soil, and sometimes I heard my mother call my father to see the newly opened flowers. Everything seems to be in order. Breakfast is ready, serve mutton soup. I found that the meat in the bowl in front of my father and I was too much and thin, while a few pieces of fat were scattered in my mother's bowl. Before I could say anything, my father picked up the bowl and put some lean meat in the bowl into my mother's bowl without any preparation. Mom found out and scolded dad for meddling, saying that she couldn't eat so much and had to give it back to dad.

? Oh, mom! I'm afraid dad won't eat much, so I put some meat. It's not like we can't afford meat. Why do you want to save it like that?

? Alas, your mother is like this. You don't go home often. I don't know. Every time she fills a meal, she always stuffs delicious food into someone else's bowl. Your mother is fine, just like that, dead. ?

Mom seems to disagree: Unlike you, I don't lack food or drink outside, and I don't have a meal. It's convenient for me to eat at home and do whatever I want. Look at your father and daughter's skinny monkey. It's really worrying. ?

After breakfast, dad will go to work. Mom arranged for dad to get his helmet, glasses and car keys, then cleaned the car and put the door on the bar, while dad took the time to add water and feed the chickens and ducks. Father pushed the car out, but stood still and refused to go, looking into the door from time to time. I looked at my father in confusion, then at his clothes, as if nothing had been left behind. Mother came out with a bag of things in her hand. Oh, dad is waiting for mom.

? What did you eat?

? I wrapped some cakes for you, which my daughter brought back for lunch. ?

Father finally set off, and mother sent it to the intersection as usual.

I saw my father sitting on the bus waving to my mother standing where she was. People who don't know the inside story think that my father is going to travel far away and go through a long separation.

For so many years, I have been running around, experienced countless parting and seeing each other off, and my heart has already been refined into steel. Only this time, I feel my eyes are moist and tears are about to fall. Suddenly I feel that my parents are so happy. Although they are ordinary, they are familiar with each other, just like their right and left hands, and their every move has been deeply engraved into each other's minds and bodies; Although they are ordinary, their hearts are always warm and interdependent, and they will suffer and suffer. In their inner world, life will become so warm and full because of the warmth of deep love, the care of silent love and the tolerance of true love.

I always thought that the so-called love should be a flaming flame, persistent to death, and more poetic to read tea at night. But these days with my parents, I understand that customer-oriented is the best preservative for love, mutual tolerance is the true meaning of love, and mutual care is the highest realm of love.

My parents are ordinary farmers. They can't express their feelings in more profound, beautiful and touching language. They only realized it after vicissitudes of life? When the years are quiet, the world is stable? The truth, calmly in your own way, personally interpreted? Hold your hand and grow old with your son? Immortal legend.

Parental love article composition 3: the love story of mom and dad

My father was born in a poor small city in Hebei Province. When I was 6 years old, I went back to my hometown with my father. In a small village, the highest treatment for guests in my hometown is steamed buns. I still remember eating steamed bread for three days. When my father was a teenager, he followed his eldest brother to Beijing to make a living and entered the state organs. When he retired, he only joined an ordinary technician in the scientific research compound. There are many engineers and scientists in the compound. My father is famous for his humble position and cautious attitude. Good people? . The only minor celebrity is his father's good handwriting. When I was a child, the outdoor publicity board several meters high in the yard was covered with my father's beautiful fine print.

When I was a child, I grew up on my father's shoulders. My mother teaches in Fangshan, and my father takes me with him and often carries me to work in the factory on his shoulders. I don't remember myself. When I was an 18-year-old girl, almost every time I walked in the yard with my parents, my uncles and aunts would say, Oh, you have grown so tall. When you were a child, your father carried you to work every day?

It was not a person, a movie or a novel that first convinced me of love, but my parents.

Parents' marriage is a typical product of the 1960s? Get married first, then fall in love.

Mother's family is not good, the family background of the Shanghai bourgeois lady, and her father used to be a senior official of the Kuomintang; Dad's family is very good, and he is a young man in rural Hebei, Hongmiao; Is it? Introduction? Yes, it seems that after only writing a few love letters, I decided to get married. My father's brush and pen are first-class. I think my clumsy father must have beautiful hands.

Writing love letters fascinated the beautiful mother.

What happened before I was born can only be? I guess? Huh? Tell me the story that happened after I was born.

My mother used to teach in a ravine far from Fangshan 14 years and came back once a month. At that time, there was no computer, so naturally there would be no E-mail, MSN, QQ, WeChat, mobile phone, BB, and no telephone at home. Therefore, my mother can't tell my father which long-distance bus she will take home. Mom can't bear to spend long-distance fares. Generally, she goes to the city by truck and then transfers to a bus near her home. 14, my mother said that no matter what time it is in the middle of the night, I can always see my father when she gets off the bus.

Mom always asks Dad: How long have you been waiting? Dad always says: just arrived.

Think about it today, this is an incredible thing. I don't know how long dad has to wait every time, because he can't tell when mom got into the van. He only knows that his wife will come home tonight, no matter how late it is.

Mom likes seafood. Dad didn't know what seafood was until he met her. However, my father will cook the best braised fish and fried shrimp in the future. I can't imagine how a person who hardly eats seafood can practice the skill of cooking seafood.

Dad loves Beijing opera. When I was young, I would sing a few words of Cheng Pai's Suolin Capsule. My mother listens to Peking Opera like a gobbledygook, but as long as there is a good Peking Opera, my TV channel will definitely be locked in the babbling Peking Opera.

When I was very young, my parents put me to sleep in another room. Parents who often deliberately throw themselves and quilts on the ground and then come to hug me to bed in the middle of the night feel a little guilty. When I grow up, I know that no matter how smart a couple is, their children can't affect their love.

When I was growing up, apart from the four of us going to play together, there were many times when I took my sister to the park and my parents went to other places hand in hand. It's fashionable to think of it now. After years of marriage, they are still in love. Now, the old couple have retired and will join various tour groups and go out to see the world together.

My parents seldom quarrel, and when they are angry with each other, they never throw pots and bowls to hurt people. They can clearly figure out that after 45 years of marriage, they have quarreled several times. The festival that must be celebrated at home every year is parents' wedding anniversary. When I was a child, we were told that it was their birthday. I was very happy to think: How could it be so good that they were born on the same day?

Parents' stories let me really see and feel that love exists, love can last for a long time, and love is an energy.