Give a family affection essay that writes about the little things in life to ask for your own truth

Mom to me.

Bai cares.

Everyone has their own mother, and my mother is the person who cares about me in the world. She is not tall, her round face answers, and her smile is so kind. There was one thing that stuck with me.

It was a Sunday morning and my mom tutored me in revising my English. After reviewing for a while, I heard someone playing downstairs, and my heart flew out, and I was stunned with both hands on my cheeks. Yueyue, what are you doing?

Yueyue, Yueyue. Whew, I hear you! Hear me!

Hearing my mother's urging, I didn't get tired of it, and I turned the book with a loud noise, and my mouth was babbling and reading it all over the place. When my mother saw it, she got angry and said: I just said that you have two games, you are like this, are you like this at school?

At this time, my bull energy came up, and I sat there and did nothing. Okay, are you still angry? I don't care about you anymore.

Mom turned her face and left. After school at noon the next day, my mother pulled me to my side and said earnestly: Do you still want to learn English?

Think! After that, don't be greedy for fun when studying, seize the time to learn and play, you can play happily, how good it is. Since we pay money to learn, we must learn knowledge, we can't spend money, we won't do anything, how wrong!

Mom, I was so angry yesterday that I made you so bad, I'm sorry.

Someone once said, "Love is the most beautiful emotion in the world, and it is also the most difficult emotion in the world to read." In the past, I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence, but gradually, I realized that it takes a long process to discover, understand, and feel love to understand.

On the way to school, I walked quietly alone, and when I raised my eyes, I saw the back of a father who was facing the cold wind, pedaling hard, and riding a bicycle to send his daughter to school. A cold wind blew, I shrunk my neck, and sighed softly: Once, my father also sent me to school like this......

The floodgates of memory were opened, and the past poured out like a tide, and scenes came to mind.

I heard from my mother that when I was born, my father was unhappy for a while, just because he was a woman, not a man. From then on, I felt sorry for my father, and I always felt that he didn't love me enough, but he was my father after all.

When I was a child, my father asked me to learn calligraphy, and I was so talented that I was always praised by my teachers, so I couldn't help but feel proud. Sometimes, when I wrote a masterpiece that I was satisfied with, I happily showed it to my father, looking forward to hearing his praise. But he always said with a blank face

It's not good, give me another practice. Just like this, a basin of cold water poured down, my smile froze for a moment, and I was unhappy in my heart: you never praised me, you didn't love me at all.

Thinking about it, he sobbed aggrievedly. Then he would say, "What to cry about, what is there to cry about, don't cry!"

I held back my tears, but my heart was so uncomfortable.

My father has always been very demanding of me. In a math test in elementary school, I scored 95 points, but I was the first place, I happily showed him, but he was serious: "Don't be too happy, where did these 5 points go?"

My heart sank suddenly, and I was dissatisfied, you are too demanding of me!

There is one more thing that has saddened me for a long time. I accidentally broke my leg and walked in great pain, so I begged my father to take me to and from school, but he refused. He said:

If you don't fall and hurt a little, you don't have a fracture, so you can walk by yourself! Don't depend on others for everything. So I gritted my teeth, endured the pain, and held on with resentment, for two weeks until I was healed.

I remember all these things vividly, but when I was still young, I couldn't read the love in my father's eyes and words.

It wasn't until a few years ago, when I went to the city to study, and after I was separated from my father, that I gradually understood.

My father did not praise me because he was afraid that I would be proud, but because of his deep love; My father is strict with me, hoping that his daughter will become a phoenix, and he is strict in love; My father didn't send me to school because he wanted me to learn to be strong and to endure love.

My mother once suddenly told me that I fell and injured myself, my father was actually very worried, every day I went to and from school, they quietly followed me, afraid that something would happen to me, I listened to it, and I didn't know what to say, but tears gradually filled my eyes.

My father's love was deep and severe, and I misinterpreted it as a young child, and I didn't understand it until now. I now know why love is so hard to read, because when we are surrounded by love, we ignore it, and we need a long process to discover it, to understand it, and to have a heart that is good at discovering.

Rub rub daddy.

Hu Yuhan hahahaha just now.

Some people say that love is like white and pure, fragrant and long-lasting jasmine; Some people say that love is like an umbrella that shelters from the wind and rain, the sun and the heat; It is also said that love is like a cup of hot tea; And I said, love is like caring. Although it is plain, it reveals true feelings ......

In my home, it is full of this real, touching, but ordinary love.

I remember one time, I was sick and my mother anxiously took me to the hospital. Then I took my medical records and ran to the first floor for a while**, and then ran to the second floor to get my medicine. Then he took me to the injection site to get the injection, and I was panting and sweating profusely.

After I got the needle, my mother kept asking me: Does the hand with the needle hurt anymore? Hungry or not?

Before I knew it, an hour had passed, and the needle had been pricked. When I got home in the evening, I went to bed early, and my mother didn't sleep well all night. Every hour, she woke me up to drink a glass of water, and at three o'clock in the morning, she told me to get up and take my medicine.

It was because my mother took care of me so hard and gave me meticulous care that my illness was cured within a few days.

There is another thing that is deeply engraved in my mind. That afternoon, when school was out, it suddenly started to rain heavily and the wind was blowing. The weather suddenly became cooler, even a little cold.

Just when I was worrying about how to get home, my father came with an umbrella and braved the wind and rain, and I ran over happily. Along the way, in order to keep me from getting wet, my father left most of the space for the umbrella to me, and he didn't care if his clothes were wet. After a while, we arrived home, and I didn't get any rain at all, while my father's clothes were wet.

In this way, I grew up with the love and care of my parents. I understand the hard work of my parents, so sometimes I will remind my mother that it is cold and add more clothes; Serve your dad a cup of tea when he gets off work.

Oh, love as caring, love as caring!

In fact, this topic is very easy to write about Exercise more on your own.

A mother takes her daughter to ski in the Alps, but unfortunately they have so much fun that they unknowingly deviate from the safety of the slope. When they were about to return, they were horrified to find that they had lost their way!

They shouted for help, but instead of calling for help, they caused an avalanche! They didn't know how long they had been under the snow, but finally they managed to climb out with both hands. Because they lacked wilderness survival skills, they couldn't identify the direction, so they walked for more than 30 hours, and finally saw the plane, and they shouted for help, but the color of their clothes was white, so the people on the plane could not see them.

Another cold night had fallen, and mother and daughter were stumbling through knee-deep snowdrifts, hunger and cold pains entangled with them.

When it was daylight again, the mother and daughter began to trek again, and the mother stumbled to the ground due to her physical strength, and her head touched a stone buried in the snow, and the blood immediately gushed out, staining a piece of snow in front of her. The mother looked at the snow red with her own blood in a daze, as if she was thinking. At this time, the daughter fell asleep on her mother's lap in extreme fatigue and hunger.

The daughter woke up to find herself lying in the hospital. The doctor told her that your mother had cut her artery with a rock splinter and then climbed a distance of more than ten meters in the blood, and it was in this way that the rescuers saw the long bloodstain on the snow and realized that there was a ...... below

Motherly love is the most selfless emotion in the world. For the happiness and safety of their children, mothers sometimes even sacrifice their own lives, just like the story in the text, the mother uses her own blood to stain a large area of snow to guide the lifeguards in order to save her daughter. What kind of love is this, she used her life to compose a song of maternal love for the ages!