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My father's love is a ray of sunshine that makes your heart feel warm like spring even in the cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, so that your emotions are still pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of time. Father's love is like a heavy book, intriguing; Father's love is like a glass of sweet wine, with an endless aftertaste.
The great writer Gorky once said, "Father's love is a masterpiece that shakes the heart." If you read it, you will also understand the whole life."
Maybe we can't fully read him now, and only when we are zhangda ourselves will we understand the toil of our parents. Now we should cherish His love for us and learn to understand and appreciate all that He has done for us.
Father's love is the sun, even on a cloudy day, I can feel his light Father's love is a crutch that allows us to fall less in life.
Fatherly love is a good word that allows us to make the right judgment.
Father's love is the sunshine that allows us to grow up healthily.
Father's love is **, let us live happily.
Father's love is a candle, silently dedicating himself to us. ”
Although my father has more silver hair on his head after 12 years, in my heart, my father is still tall, strong, and burly, but now I love him. The smell of a mature man exuded by Dad is still the same, and it is a vicissitude. earthly.
Maybe everything will change, but I believe that my father's love for me, my love for my father, will be with Qingshan and live forever.
Father's love is like a mountain, it has no embellishment, no words, but it always stands at the source of your life, accompanying you through every bumpy and lonely journey ......
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Zhu Ziqing's back, a text from junior high school.
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That time, I read fatherly love.
Looking back on the past years, memories are spreading, folding, and stacking into a gentle drizzle, stacking into a shallow evening breeze, stacking into a thin moonlight, and stacking into a beautiful story. Among these stories, nothing impressed me more than the scene that happened three years ago, when I understood father's love.
That night, when I finished my homework and felt a little hungry, I picked up the biscuits that my aunt had sent me—biscuits that were said to taste delicious. I thought, "Daddy must be hungry too!"
So I knocked on my father's door - in my memory, my father was tall and serious. He always said little, devoted himself to his work, and went out early and returned late every day; Even rest days are no exception. We father and daughter spend very little time together.
When my father opened the door and sat down at his desk to work, I walked up to him with a cookie and asked softly, "Dad, can you try this cookie, it is said to be delicious." ”
Set it aside, I'll eat it later. Dad didn't keep his head up and continued to work.
When I was about to leave the room, my father stopped me: "Have you eaten?" ”
Not yet. I replied.
Let's eat together! ”
Well. So I sat down next to my father. Dad took the biscuit and wrote while eating, and I sat on the sidelines, and I was really touched by my father's tireless spirit.
Dad's handwriting is neat, every stroke is written vigorously and powerfully, Dad is always very attentive no matter what he does, and pays attention to today's work. I remember when I was a child, I missed practicing calligraphy because I was greedy for fun, and my father insisted that I finish practicing calligraphy before I was allowed to sleep. Sometimes it was late at night after practicing calligraphy, so that I was late for school the next day, and I really hated my dad at that time, until I went to junior high school and looked at the words of other classmates "reptiles", I suddenly realized that I was very grateful to my dad - I looked up at my dad, and there were a few silver threads in his black hair.
I don't know how long later, when I reached for the cookies, I found that there were only two cookies left. I suddenly said, "Will Dad eat the last cookie?"
Anxious to know the answer, I ate another biscuit, and my father didn't seem to notice it, and when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly stopped again, and he retracted his hand: "Oh, I'm full." Then I wrote it again.
Looking at the last biscuit, I was stunned for a long ......I ate the last cookie, it was really delicious, but I felt like crying.
Oh, I'm full"! This is the expression of fatherly love, and it may seem too small for you to capture, but once you catch it, you can feel the power of it strongly. And I caught it, and I cried.
That time, I really understood fatherly love. That last cookie is no longer a simple cookie, it is an immortal testimony, a symbol of deep fatherly love, it will always remain in the depths of my heart and never fade, with it I will become happier!
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Who said that fathers don't have motherly love, in my opinion, father's love is deeper and more unforgettable than mother's love.
In my memory, my father was a loyal man, a man of few words, and relatively "cold" to me. So I always think that he is dull, and he doesn't love me as much as my mother. And I was most afraid of my father's gaze, so stern and so overwhelming, that I couldn't help but feel terrified.
But it was from this gaze that I found my father's unique love. Today, because of the blackboard newspaper, school was late, it was raining lightly outside the classroom, because I was in a hurry in the morning and forgot to bring an umbrella, the rain hit my face, cold. My father's stern gaze flashed through my mind, and I couldn't help but shrink my neck and shiver.
I crossed a junction, crossed a bridge, and was almost home, but the damn rain was getting heavier and heavier. I panicked and ran into a pavilion not far from home, wanting to avoid the rain a little, I straightened my clothes, and was about to have a "sprint in the rain" when I saw a familiar figure downstairs in my house, holding an umbrella, standing there and looking at the gate of the community from time to time.
I walked over and looked, and sure enough, it was my father. The dim street lamp pulled his shadow to the elder, his tall and thin figure in the wind and rain seemed so thin, the bloodshot eyes were clearer, and the wrinkled hands never seemed to stop working. I had never seen such a father, and his dark eyes were filled with anxiety and tenderness.
At that moment, I suddenly understood that the forehead that had gone through the vicissitudes of life confirmed the passage of time, and the waist that was no longer upright recorded the dedication of father's love.
I watched my father from afar, and things related to him came to my mind one after another. I remember last year, because I was bored, I wanted to help my father wash his feet on a whim, my sudden idea made my father slightly stunned, and then smiled faintly: "Dad wash it yourself, you are also tired for a day, go to bed early!"
I thought my father wouldn't let me wash him, but when I walked out of the room, I saw a smile of relief on the corner of his barely moving mouth. Although the smile is faint, it has become a negative that I will cherish forever in my heart.
The cold rain hit me in the face, and I shuddered, and my father still stood in the wind and rain waiting for his daughter to throw herself into his arms. My eyes blurred, my father's figure became taller and taller in my eyes, and the tenderness and love in that gaze surrounded my whole body, although it was winter now, my heart was warm ......
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Think about how your father was nice to you!
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Zhu Ziqing's "Back" is very good, I don't know if you have studied it...
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Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering you from the wind and rain; Father's love is like rain, washing your soul for you; Father's love is like a road, accompanying you through life. From: When you are afraid, fatherly love is a stepping stone; When it is dark, fatherly love is a lamp that illuminates; When it is exhausted, father's love is a bay of water of life; When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar; When you succeed, fatherly love is an encouragement and a wake-up call.
From: Father's love, as deep and wide as the sea.
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