100 words to express the love of parents for a small thing

Is there really only a mother in the world?

A little story.

A netizen shared that he was angry with his daughter's writing. The daughter wrote an essay entitled "Mom and Dad's Love", praising her mother's love with deep affection, but she didn't mention her father at all. The young father was very jealous and indignantly "defended" himself.

Dad's arguments are also very interesting, almost all of them are: "Where did you get your clothes?" Who buys the clothes? ”

The child is honest: "Mom bought it." ”

Dad didn't give up: "How do you travel, you Chimelong, New Zealand."

How to get there? Did you walk there? ”

Child: "Ah. ”

Dad continued, "Did you buy your own ticket? ”

Still not giving up, he continued to ask: "Mini world, charge money** charge money**? Where did it come from? "What milk do you eat every day, what other mess you eat, where did it come from? ”

The child was justified: "Mom bought it." ”

Dad's face was deformed with anger: "Mom bought it alone, ah, Mom raises this family alone?" All the money in this family is earned by my mother? ”

In the end, he simply said, "Where did the house come from?" I'm! ”

I don't know if you have noticed that all of Dad's justifications revolve around a central "money". "I gave you money", "I bought you something, why do you still say that I don't love you." So, he listed a lot of things from clothes, milk, games, to air tickets and houses, to prove how much he loves children.

It's a pity that the child is "realistic": "Mom bought it" so that later Dad was directly deformed by anger.

I was thinking about a question: apart from money, does dad have a way to prove that he loves his children?

From the subtleties to reflect the love of parents:

1. Dad slowly walked to my bedside and gently touched my forehead with his hand to see if I had a fever. He put my exposed feet under the covers, tucked my covers again, turned off the lights, crept out of my room, and gently closed the door.

The love of parents is selfless. In the subtle things, I appreciate the love of my parents.

2. I remember one time, I was admitted to the hospital because of a high fever that did not go away, and my parents were like ants on a hot pot, anxious. They all took time off to take care of me in the hospital. Although sometimes the two of them will quarrel, they take care of me in every way.

Although they were usually fierce and strict with me, when I was sick, their love for me was unmistakable.

I don't want to mention that.

Because of fear.

As the saying goes: a mother's love is like water, and a father's love is like a mountain. That's how my parents are.

Late one night, I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. Mom gently stroked my forehead with her hand, "Oops! I had a fever.

After she finished speaking, she got dressed and carried me to the hospital. Due to the cold weather, I sneezed several times ,..

In the winter when I was fifteen, I came home from school one evening. Because the weather was very cold, the door lock was so cold that it was difficult to open, I couldn't open the door anymore, it was cold and urgent, and I twisted it vigorously, but the key was broken, and the broken part was still in the lock. Later, when my parents came back, it took a lot of trouble to enter the house.

After entering the door, my mother was very angry, and counted me down one by one, saying that I shouldn't wait too hard, and I didn't say anything, but my mother's habit is to ignore people, and say one thing over and over again. I was also a child who didn't want to admit my mistakes to people with tough attitudes, and I couldn't stand it anymore, so I said a few words, saying that I didn't mean it and that I didn't make any big mistakes.

Although my father didn't say anything, he seemed to be angry enough about the door, and when he heard that I was still arguing with my mother, he kicked me in anger. I was stupid at the time, because my dad never hit me, and he was always very protective of me.

Silently returning to my room, I just felt that I couldn't bear such a blow, so on impulse, I put on my coat again, carried a bag and quietly left the house.

Walking into the dark night alone, I suddenly found that I had no direction and didn't know where to go. I went around the railroad a few times, and finally unconsciously slipped like a thief into the uphill vegetable garden, looking at the lights in the house from afar and crying, feeling how warm the lights were, but I couldn't go back, I couldn't stand that even my father had become so fierce.

I was walking around the house when I was spotted by a neighbor's aunt, who anxiously advised me, "Son, go back quickly!" Your dad is crazy looking for you, and he can't cry like this.

I still stubbornly said, "No, I'm not going back!" She couldn't stand me, so she hurried away.

I hid in the snow in the backyard of my house, and after a while, the aunt called my father: "Go quickly!" She's in the backyard.

Dad saw me at a glance, and he choked up as he hugged me out and said, "Son, it's Daddy's fault!" Dad won't hit you again.

Dad pulled me home, and met my mom again, who had just come back from looking for me. She was still fierce, pointing at my nose and asking me where I had gone. Even so, her swollen eyes told me that she was also afraid of losing me.

An unexpected exodus made me realize how important I am in the hearts of my parents! This incident has also become a memory that makes me cry when I mention it in this life.

What touched my father and mother was that there were many du, in fact, a small thing can do.

Zhi made my parents very touched I used to give my parents a special meal when I was a child, and my parents were very moved, and they have taken it out to mention it so far, but there is one thing, it must be sincere, just do a small thing, if you want to do big things, study hard, and be admitted to university in the future, just be good to your parents.

My dad was usually very strict with me, but from the little things, I felt his deep love.

I remember when I was in kindergarten, one day when I was about to end school, there was a sudden strong wind, and then it rained heavily. I stood at the door, anxiously waiting for my dad to pick me up. At this time, I saw my father coming from a distance on a bicycle with great difficulty.

Dad got off the bike, came to me and helped me put on my raincoat. Before getting into the car, my father first took off the plastic bag covering the back seat, wiped the back seat, and finally carried me to the back seat, and covered my body with his raincoat after getting into the car, so that I was not "wet". He tugged his raincoat back as he rode it, and I asked my dad

Will you get wet? Dad said, "No."

Dad said as he continued to ride my bike home with great difficulty. When I got home, I realized that my father's clothes were completely soaked, and he had sneezed several times in succession.

Whenever I think of this, it reminds me of Meng Jiao's "The Wanderer's Yin": the line in the mother's hand, and the wanderer's shirt ......Although it is about a mother, I think that father's love and mother's love are equally valuable.

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