Essay on Fatherly Love 400 Words Don t Be Too Subtle,

Write an essay on fatherly love in 400 words.

Mountains of love.

What is the warmest thing in the world? It's true love! What is the most sincere thing in the world? It's love! Delicate maternal love, such as a mountain of father's love, everything, is sincere love!

Reading "Father's Back" again, I understood the meaning of father's love, father's love is like a mountain, calm and solid, and broad; Father's love is like a river, soothing and flat, the mountain is quiet and long, father's love is a ray of sunshine in the conversation, so that your soul has a sense of security even in the cold winter, the feeling of father's love is thick, very secure, not afraid of anything. So I have a lot of courage, I guess my father used to take me to play roller coasters when I was a child. My father doesn't talk much, and he rarely makes intimate gestures to me, but from what my father does to me every day.

I saw his love for me in the action.

I rarely go downstairs to the snack bar for breakfast, and my father gets up early to make breakfast for me every day, and when I go to school every day, I often see a large number of students in the same school crowded into the snack bar for breakfast, I think, his parents must not have as responsible as my father. Many of the first times in my life have been spent in the company of my father, and it is not necessary that only intimate words can express his love for you, and his father's love for you is usually proved by actions.

Dad, I love you!

A father's love is like a mountain.

If it is said: mother's love is like water, then father's love is a mountain. If it is said:

Mother's love is a trickling stream, then, father's love is a rolling cloud. Yes, a father's love, like a mountain, is tall and firm. Every bit and drop of a father's love is worth savoring.

A father's love, like a mother's love, is the greatest love in the world. I can often experience the mountain of fatherly love.

Once, while I was having breakfast, it suddenly darkened, and dark clouds covered the whole sky, followed by a thunderclap, and after a while, it began to rain again. My face became sad: it was raining heavily, how should I go to school, I had to be drenched in soup.

My father, who was sitting on the side, seemed to see my thoughts and said to me, "It's okay, you have a meal, although the motorcycle can't be called, but there is still a bicycle." After eating, Dad will send you to school.

After eating, we sat in the car. I was wearing a raincoat myself, and since my father's raincoat was in the office, I sat behind the saddle and gave him an umbrella. Along the way, the umbrella was mostly on top of me, only a little bit to keep my dad out of the bigger and bigger raindrops.

The rain was falling on Dad, and Dad said, "It's okay." "Finally we got to school.

When my father was leaving, he gave me an umbrella. I said, "Dad, how can you go back without an umbrella!"

It has to get wet. Dad said, "It doesn't matter, I like to get in the rain."

We pushed back a few times, but in the end the umbrella was still in my hand. Dad bent over, the big, cold raindrops hitting him, and sped away on his bike. I looked at my father's departing figure and thought:

Father's love is as generous as a mountain! “

Once, my father took me to Jiaonan on a motorcycle. On the way, a strong wind suddenly blew in the sky. I'm very thinly dressed, how can I withstand such a strong wind?

Maybe my dad was feeling cold too, so he stopped the car and asked me with concern, "Is it cold?" I said, "It's not cold, it's not cold at all."

If it's cold, I'll take off my coat and put it on you. "I know that my dad is wearing less clothes than I do, and at such a time, how can I ask him for clothes? So, I continued to endure the cold.

After a while, I couldn't hold it anymore and sneezed. When my father heard this, he stopped the car and said to me with a little reproach, "I don't say anything when it's cold, you see, I'm all cold."

So saying, he took off his coat and put it on me. I said, "Dad, I'm really not cold.

Dad said, "It's okay, I'm in good health." You see, I'm alone on the street in a shirt, how fashionable!

I know that Dad said this to keep me from being sad. How much fatherly love is contained in a thin piece of clothing!

A father's love is real, without flowery words or intimate artificiality. A father's love is heavy, and it will not be expressed directly, and sometimes it feels like punishment. But father's love is in my heart:

The deepest printing, the longest aging, the most astringent feeling, and the greatest benefit. It is a high mountain, and children are forever under the protection of the mountain.

Father's love is like a song.

I am a little bird, and my father's love is the sky, and I fly in the care of my father's love. I am a little fish, and my father's love is the ocean, and I swim in the warmth of my father's love.

My dad was an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he was the greatest dad in the world.

I remember one harsh winter, I wore a padded jacket to school, and I shivered from the cold, and I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, I heard Wu Weiwei say: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!"

When I walked out of the classroom, I saw my father smiling, holding a padded jacket in his hand, and saying, "Come, put it on." I put on a padded jacket, my body was warm, and my heart was even warmer, and my father said, "I should pay attention to it in the future." I smiled and nodded vigorously.

When I got home, my mother heard that I was wearing a padded jacket less in school, so she reprimanded me fiercely, and was about to beat me, but my father came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." "I looked at my dad gratefully, and he taught me with tolerance.

Another time, I got into trouble outside and panicked at my mother, and my mother's criticism made me blush and I shed tears of remorse. When my father saw this, he hurriedly wiped away my tears, reasoned with me, and said to my mother: "Beating and scolding children is not the best way to educate them, you must reason with them."

After all, it's still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truths, and I was happy to admit my mistakes.

As I grew up, I learned to be grateful to my parents. I would hand my parents a cup of hot tea when they were tired; After eating, Mom and Dad rested, and I came to wash the dishes.

I have a good dad who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart that illuminates my life path!

The current Du Niang is really good, don't explain.

Lanzhou baked cakes.

Father's love In this world, there are many kinds of love, they represent different meanings, there is the love of parents for their children, which is selfless; love between friends, that is pure; Our love for the poor is a sincere ......But I think the most memorable thing is the love that parents have for their children, and I am touched by the love that my parents love me like that.

I remember another summer vacation, I was checking my homework for the last time, I was sitting at the desk to check, my father brought me a bowl of hot rice balls and put it in front of me and said, "Eat, go to school after eating!" ”

While reading my homework, I picked up the bowl, and before I could import a mouthful of soup, I exclaimed, "Ah! The bowl was also broken, and the rice balls were scattered on the ground, and the bowl was also broken.

Dad hurriedly ran over and asked eagerly, "What's the matter, kid?" I shouted

Scald me! Dad Lian said, "It's okay, I'll go and serve you another bowl of rice balls."

I stood up and said angrily, "Forget it, I won't eat it." I pouted, packed my bag, and prepared to go.

Dad didn't say anything more, he finished cleaning up the pieces of the bowl, turned around and walked to the kitchen, and when I got to the kitchen, I was very touched by that scene! I saw that my father was holding two bowls, churning the rice balls over and over again, and he was making them with a serious face. When I saw this scene, tears rolled in my eyes, and I walked into the kitchen and said:

Dad, I....Just now.... It shouldn't be ......Dad immediately interrupted me: "It's Dad who is careless, let's not eat it hot this time."

As soon as the words fell, my tears fell like beads with broken threads. I picked up the bowl and ate it in a big gulp, and at this moment I felt like I was the happiest person in the world! What a good dad I am!

That morning is unforgettable for me, and that morning is also the happiest morning, and it is also the morning that touches me the most. It was a special morning.

Others say that mother's love is great, and father's love is like a mountain. I only understood the meaning of the words 'father's love is like a mountain' after I got sick.

I somehow got mumps, and every morning my father got up to cook porridge for me to eat, boil cane for me to drink, and go to the doctor with me for several days to go to the doctor. I was really touched to see my father working so hard for me, originally my mother had to do these jobs, but my mother had to go to work and come back at night, so this responsibility had to be done by my father. My dad never knew how to take care of us, but after a few days he was taking care of me, and on Father's Day, my dad had to see a doctor with me, and I think my dad was great.

I sat in the back of my father's car that day, and I felt that my father's back was very vicissitudes, the traces of time, and the power of my father's love was equally great when I was sick this time.

DadToday is Father's Day I wish you good health, Dad, I love you. Thank you, Dad, for letting me know that father's love is as important as mother's love; Daddy's father's love is like the left hand; A mother's love is like a right hand; Dad's fatherly love is like a cup of tea that makes me tasteless, you are like a gardener, I am a little grass, I need you to water and fertilize me every day, and watch me grow all the time...

I'll never forget it.