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There are many kinds of love in the world, there is love between parents and children, there is love between classmates, and there is love between teachers and students. However, what I will never forget is my father's love for me.

Once, I had a cold, fever to 38 degrees 9, my father carried me to the hospital on my back, on the road, the wind blew very strongly, the thick poplar trees at the intersection in front of me were swayed by the wind, making a "brush" sound, as if to say: "spare your life, spare your life!" "The wind made a sharp whistling sound, like a wild laugh teasing the cowardice of the poplars, such a cold day, my father still ran forward with me on his back, I lay on my father's back, uncomfortable to make a sound of nose not breathing - well, at this moment, I lay on my father's back, I felt the warmth, when I arrived at the hospital, the doctor gave me a bottle of drip, after my father was sure that I had nothing to do, he took me home, my father led me, walked on the road, asked me if I was uncomfortable, and I said uncomfortable, only to see my father's brows frowned, coughed, and carried me up, in fact, I am not uncomfortable, I just want to feel the warmth that my father gave me again, the great fatherly love.

I will never forget this feeling.

When I got home, I lay down in the quilt, the willow leaves rustling in the wind, like a beautiful lullaby, and I was the violinist sent by the angel sister to accompany me to sleep. In the dream, I dreamed that my father was stroking my head ......

The love that my father gave me and the warmth I gave me were just the great fatherly love that was the source of my father's love for women, which made me feel warm and happy. That great father's love has soothed my young heart, and that great father's love has greatly encouraged my body and mind, and I will remember the love my father gave me. This kind of love will be unforgettable.

The love that my father gave me was higher than the sky, deeper than the earth, wider than the sea, and more majestic than the mountains.

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The color of motherly love.

I looked at everything my mother gave me, and suddenly I realized that my mother's hobby was weird! It's colorful, like a seashell on the beach, colorful and colorful! This kind of love is special, others can't experience it, only I can experience it.

Under the rain and dew of love, I grow up happily and learn happily!

Mommy's hobby is weird! This love is red, the red non-watercolor kind, she is my mother's hot heart, in the harsh winter, in the wind and rain, when I have chills when I have a cold, she always uses this red love to soothe me and take care of me.

I remember one winter, I had a high fever, I didn't go to school for half a month, when I was uncomfortable, it was my mother who took care of me, it was my mother who got up in the middle of the night to feed me medicine, at that time my mother's stomach hurt badly, but she endured the pain, got up to get me medicine, because I was having a high fever, and kept coughing, when I lazily opened my eyes, I found that there were a few drops of sweat on my mother's forehead, I think it should be my mother's unbearable sweat beads! These beads of sweat the size of beans fell on my hands, and I cried. I really feel that wordless mother's love in my heart.

I will! Because she's my favorite mom!

When I went to the hospital for an examination, the doctor said that I would be hospitalized, but I refused to live or die, and my temper was as stubborn as a donkey. Mom, I had no choice but to agree to my request. But my mother has to accompany me to the hospital every day for infusion, the cold wind is howling outside, and the snowflakes are dancing beautifully in the air, like fairies scattering flowers!

My mother helped me get dressed every morning, and then accompanied me to the hospital, when I went downstairs, because my limbs were weak, my mother actually said that she wanted to carry me, I repeatedly excused myself, I reluctantly went downstairs, my body suddenly felt like a small tree, unable to withstand the wind and snow. My mother took me in her arms and slowly helped me into the car.

During the infusion, my mother held my hand tightly, which gave me courage. When I first did the "P test", the needle slowly pierced into my arm, and the pain made me scream like a wolf, and when I accidentally saw my mother's difficult and complicated expression, I couldn't help but shed tears, because I knew that my mother was even more uncomfortable than me. Everything my mother did during my illness was enough for me to experience that wordless motherly love!

When I finally got better, I suddenly noticed that the dark clouds on my mother's face had become clear at some point. A bright smile finally appeared on my mother's face again, and this smile contained my mother's ordinary love.

My mother is ordinary, but in my heart she is great and beautiful!

Sometimes, my mother's love turned green, sheltering me from the wind and rain, sometimes my mother's love turned golden, so that I continued to work hard in my studies, and when I was sad, my mother soothed me with poetic language and grew up with me!

A mother's love is gentle, kind, and eternal. Mom's hobby is weird, weird like a tilted umbrella, let me grow up under the rain and dew!