4 5 0 words stand for "maternal love" and 4 5 0 words stand for "fatherly love"

Maternal love is a huge flame, and maternal love is a ray of warm sunshine. When we grow up in our mother's arms, we can all feel her love for us. I keep my mother's love in my heart and share it with you today.

It was a Friday and the sky was gloomy. Judging from the weather, I'm afraid it's going to rain. I forgot to bring my umbrella again. What should I do? I locked my brow and looked at the sky. Bang, it rained cats and dogs at once. Raindrops are like a broken pearl. A flash of lightning flashed across the sky covered with dark clouds. I stood at the door of the classroom and looked around anxiously. Suddenly, a familiar figure appeared in the rain. "It's mom." I'm happy to say. I hurried over, hid under my mother's umbrella and told her what happened at school today. I saw my mother's pale face barely squeeze out a smile, and the rain soaked most of her shoulders. I didn't seem to notice this, but I still spoke vividly. When I got home, I found my mother's clothes wet. It turns out that this little thing also contains her deep love. Once I was sick, my mother took me to the hospital. When I woke up, my mother's eyes were red with tears. My mother was ecstatic to see me awake. She tucked me in while feeding me medicine. When I can't sleep, my mother reads me a composition. I have always felt that this small room is full of mother's love.

Maternal love has always been around us, so what can we do to repay this maternal love? By the way, take excellent grades to repay this maternal love!

paternal love

They all say, "Father loves mountains and mother loves water." I think my father's mountain has been crushing me. He is more like a terrible volcano. Once it breaks out, the consequences are unimaginable and frightening. It was not until that day that I really realized the mountain of fatherly love.

It still happened in the third grade. That day, a composition I wrote was praised by the teacher and read by the students on the blackboard at the back of the classroom. Well, being praised by the teacher is a great "happy event" for me. I must "report good news" to my parents after school.

As soon as my father came home from work, I couldn't wait to run forward and tell him this great "happy event". I thought my father would hug me like a little princess, but he walked away with a gentle "Oh". I looked at my father's cold back, and disappointment immediately filled my heart. When I came home from school, my joy was forgotten by my father's indifference. Tears of injustice flowed down like broken pearls, and my warm heart was like a basin of cold water, so I had to write my homework sadly.

My father took me to school the next morning. I found him a little strange. Usually fathers are full of energy, but why does today's father look tired? His eyes are swollen like peaches and bloodshot. Why? But I didn't think much, I just hurried into school. When I opened yesterday's composition, my eyes were wet. Yesterday's composition was obviously revised by my father. I circled the wrong words and added many good words and sentences, which gave me a happy ending. I finally understand why dad is so tired today. ...

Dad didn't spoil me too much, but he always showed me the way like a bright lamp in the dark. Dad gave me a mountain of love!

I hope I can help you!