Father s Different Love Essay 400 Words

It's not easy for you to always ask for it, but never say thank you, and you don't understand until you grow up. ”

Inscription. When I was a child, I always snuggled up to you, and I didn't know how to understand your fatigue, until now.

Handan toddler. When I was three years old, I always "walked" here in the walker and "walked" to **, sometimes, you also pulled me and let me learn to walk, step by step, step by step, slowly learned, fell, got up, continued, this is the truth you taught me since childhood, tired of walking, leaning on your arms, very steady, so, fell asleep.

Babbling. When I was four years old, I always liked to "babble" and "talk", so you began to teach me to speak, at the beginning it was "Daddy", "Mommy", and if you listen to it too much, you will definitely be able to speak, so when I open my mouth to call "Daddy" and "Mommy", you will burst into tears, and later, no matter what I say, it can make you excited for a long time.

Now, I'm grown up, Shao La's innocence and cuteness, Dora's youth rebellion, the princess who was spoiled by you before, and now she will quarrel with you over a little thing.

I've grown up, but now I know that as I grew up, you grew older.

Time slows down, don't let you get old anymore, I'm willing to exchange my life for your long time.

Postscript.

Before the exam, I was sick again, my mother was very busy with work, only my father sent me to an infusion, and after two days of infusion, my condition still did not improve. My father took me to see a famous Chinese medicine doctor: Wang Xiao'er.

It was already dusk, and the cold wind blew more wildly as the night fell, and the bare branches shivered and swayed in the howling wind, and the moon hid in the clouds as if afraid of the cold. Because my father was afraid that I would blow the wind and burn the ground even more, he carried me on his back and walked quickly to the bus stop. Lying on my father's back, I clearly heard my father's fierce heartbeat, I think it was the most wonderful ** in the world, it was my father's deep love.

When I arrived at the clinic, although the weather was very cold, I clearly saw the beads of sweat on my father's forehead, I thought it was the most beautiful pearl in the world, and it was my father's implicit love.

When I got home, my dad had to give me medicine every hour, and it wasn't until 4 a.m. that my fever gradually subsided. The next morning, I found my dad lying on the couch with his clothes on. I choked up when I saw my father's tired appearance, and I gently brought the quilt to cover my father.

I learned that father's love is as great as mother's love. It's just that it is more subtle, deeper, and even imperceptible than maternal love, but it has penetrated into every bit of life.

I love my father and his love for me 6 0 0 oh.