A diary of love for parents 20 articles about 300 words each It is best to have a parent s evaluatio

There has always been a kind of love in my heart called mother's love, and I believe you have felt this kind of love. I remember when I was a child, I was playing outside, I accidentally knocked down, my whole knee was broken, it hurt so much that I cried, my mother saw me and ran over and immediately carried me home, and then my mother went to look for medicine, after finding it, my mother gave me medicine when I was hurt to cry, my mother said: "Bear with it for a while, it will be fine" and then my mother carefully gave me medicine, and then I was tired of crying and fell asleep in my mother's arms, and I didn't feel the pain of the wound at all in my mother's arms. My mother gently stroked my wound while I was sleeping, but I didn't feel any pain at all, but felt a warm feeling!

The feeling of motherly love came flooding up! This is the motherly love of motherly love that I felt for the first time!!

Diary, November 27, 2011.

Today, I came home with a heavy bag. I opened the door and saw that there was no one in the house. I was opening the door to my study and I was stunned by what I saw:

Dad buried his head, sat in a chair, fell asleep, and snored "Whew!" Call! ”…I thought to myself:

It must be cold for Daddy to sit here and sleep, so I'll have to get a piece of clothing and drape it over him! As he thought, he draped his coat over him. He was startled and woke up.

I hurriedly said to him, "I'm sorry! I'm sorry!

Dad didn't take it seriously. I lowered my head and whispered, "Did you just write the paper?"

Yes! I'm going to write a year-end summary, thousands of words! Dad looked at me and continued

Stop it! I'll give you the study to do your homework! That's when I noticed:

Dad's eyes were bloodshot and he was so tired that he stumbled even when he walked.

While eating, he yawned incessantly and seemed tired. I thought to myself: I must hurry up and get my homework done, make time, free up my study, and write for my father.

But my father was like a roundworm in my stomach, guessed my thoughts, and said to me kindly: "I don't want anything else, I want you as a son, I hope you can have good achievements when you grow up!" My dad and I smiled at each other and we went to dinner.

I have always believed that mother's love is great. But I now know that father's love is the same, he loves me, deeply, and really. My father cared for me with the trickle of his life, so that I could understand that father's love is also great.

During the holidays, my parents assigned me study tasks, so that I should seize the time and use the holidays to review the homework I had learned. Don't let me do anything else.

At noon today, my mother came home from work and hurriedly cooked. She prepared several dishes, both meat and vegetarian, to strengthen my nutrition. I sat in the house, listening to my mother's rhythmic chopping of vegetables, and felt a little hectic than usual.

Yes! During this time, my mother's work unit was very busy, and I often rushed to the unit after eating and putting down my chopsticks. In order to add food to me, I naturally have to be busier than usual.

Ah! "Suddenly, my mother's voice came from the kitchen. I hurriedly put down my book and ran to the kitchen.

I saw that my mother's right hand was only holding the fingers of her left hand, and blood was pouring from between her fingers. I panicked and hurriedly went back to the house to find a band-aid and handed it to my mother. Mom simply rinsed the wound with water, put a band-aid on it, and continued to get busy.

When it was time to eat, my mother was in a hurry as usual. Putting down the chopsticks, while instructing me, I picked up my handbag and hurried to work. At home, I was alone, and I stared at the table full of food, and suddenly I felt that I couldn't eat at all.

The shot of my mother's bleeding fingers just now appeared in front of my eyes and stayed for a long time. My heart was pounding, my vision was blurry, and tears were streaming down my ......

I tidied up the table and went to the bathroom to wash my face. I looked at me in the dressing mirror, my eyes were still red, and I stared at myself blankly. Suddenly, a voice from the heart seemed to ring in my ears:

You're a junior high school student, you need to learn how to take care of housework! You're at home on vacation right now, and you're going to help mom cook! Let mom be able to eat calmly at noon, don't be so nervous.

Suddenly, it was as if I had suddenly grown up.

I hurriedly sat down at the desk and wrote down the day's homework carefully, which seemed to be more serious than usual, and the speed was much faster. I decided: from dinner, I will learn the skills of cooking and cook for my parents!

I went to the kitchen and started washing and cooking. I searched in my mind for the way my mother usually cooked, and imitated it. I want to do it like I want to recite a mantra: cut the meat, the size should be even; Cut the potatoes, to shreds; Don't forget to put sugar in fried tomatoes; The amount of water to be mastered for rice.

The clock was ticking, and my mother was coming home at half past five, so I finally got the meal on the table before my mother got off work. With the sound of the door opening, my mother came home, she smelled the vegetables, came over in surprise, looked at me strangely, and seemed to understand everything. Mom didn't put down her handbag, didn't even wash her hands, walked straight to the table, picked up the chopsticks, and tasted them one by one:

The fried taste of this dish is good, but the heat is small; This is delicious, but there is no salt, this ......I saw that my mother had a satisfied smile on her face all the time. My mother turned to me and said, "Tomorrow, I'll teach you how to do it."

I thank my mom. It was my mother who gave me life, it was my mother who cared for me meticulously in my life experience, and it was my mother who gave me endless obstacles. Since this incident, I have slowly learned to repay my mother.

Every parent's love for you is different, but the essence is the same, do you even have to write about your parents' love for you? Your parents raised you for nothing, right?

I remember one night, I had a fever and I said to my mom, "I'm dizzy. "My mother hurriedly ran to my bedside with a thermometer and took my temperature.

After 5 minutes, my mother took out the thermometer and saw that it was 40 degrees Celsius2. My mother told my dad about my illness, and he immediately stopped his work. When I got home, my father took me to the hospital without saying a word.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother went to give me ** first, and my father accompanied me. I didn't start hanging salt water until 9 o'clock and didn't go home until 1 a.m. Mom and Dad didn't sleep well that night. My tears fell involuntarily.

One more thing is in kindergarten. It was a bit hot in the morning, and my mother said to me, "It's a little hot in the morning, but it gets cold in the afternoon."

I didn't listen to my mother. When I arrived at the kindergarten, the weather was so nice, I said, "Mom is really good at cheating."

But in the afternoon, it became very cold and suddenly it rained. That's when I regretted it, but I heard someone calling me outside the door, a familiar voice. When I looked, it turned out to be my mother, she was wet from the rain all over, she was holding a dress in her hand, and said:

Son, come over and put your clothes on. "I quickly put on my clothes, but my mother was gone, and I was so moved that I almost cried with tears in my eyes.

It's really pitiful for the hearts of parents all over the world!

In this world, who has not bathed in the love of their parents, who has not experienced the care of their parents? I also have a dad and mom who thinks about me all the time and cares about me.

My dad could not have been more appropriately described as "strict father". He was very strict with my study and life. He set a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework conscientiously.

Is your dad you? Childish, I nodded vigorously to show "Extraordinarily harsh, not ordinary!" "Now, every time I face the whole class after every exam.

When I finished first and second, I gradually understood that my father did all this for my own good. I can't thank him enough for that!

My mom is the quintessential "loving mother". She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every detail. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my cravings.

Every weekend, she didn't have to rest, so she started washing my dirty clothes, and the next morning she put them at the head of my bed. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed medicine, and she had to get up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt was covered ......

Now that my parents and I are in two countries, when I read in their letters, "Is it good to study?" When I heard the familiar and gentle tone of "remember to wear more clothes" in **, I immediately felt their concern and love for me. Indeed, the love of parents is like air, invisible and intangible, but I can feel its presence all the time.

Everyone who has lived in this world for a few years, there will definitely be many, many people to thank, among them, there must be our parents. The love of parents for their children cannot be expressed and described in words and words, and sometimes we may not be able to experience it, but everything they do has only one meaning, that is, love!

Our parents gave us life. It helped me a lot in my studies: when we were sick, they took care of me in every way; When I was tired from studying, they created a fresh environment for me, so that I could have a good rest; When the weather cooled, they brought me clothes to wear.

They let me eat, wear, study, and live well.

When I encountered setbacks, when I was dishonest, when I was scheming with others, they taught me to be honest, not to lie, not to be calculating, to be generous.

Last year, I saw a scene on TV: a child and a mother went to the zoo to play, and the child was bitten by a bear while feeding the bear, at this time, his mother put both hands into the bear's mouth, one hand let the bear bite, and the other hand protected the child and pulled out! With everyone's help, Xiong let go, and both mother and son were sent to the hospital.

Mother's love is sweet, father's love is deep, my mom and dad love me, I want to thank them for not knowing how to thank them, because they are so good to me!

Does the top one have a title?

My parents my love.

The people closest to us in the world are our parents; The people who give us the most love in the world are also parents. Today, I'm going to talk about my parents, my love.

Father's love is like a mountain, often strict and deep, mother's love is like water, often gentle and delicate, accompanied by mountains and rivers, so there is us, a plant in the landscape.

Nurturing thriving florets.

The father is like the sky, the sky is vast, the mother is like the moon, soft and beautiful, and under the protection of the sky and the moon, we proudly erect the pentagonal body and blink our bright eyes.

Parents are a rich shade of trees, using its love to shelter their children from the sun and rain; Parents are a beacon of light, and that shining light is their fiery heart for us; Parents are the compass that guides us in the right direction when we get lost.

Whenever I see the landscape caressing the flowers, the sky and the moon and the stars...I remembered my parents, my love.

It's almost time to write a story. 、