Write one thing about dad and highlight dad s qualities in 500 words

The love of our parents is the greatest love in heaven and earth, and since we fell to the ground and came into this world, our parents have begun to love us forever. The love of parents is a kind of natural love for their children. It's like rain falling from the sky, and it is invincible.

There is no greatest, oldest, primitive, greatest, and most wonderful force that can sustain life than the love of our parents for us.

The ancients said: "The line in the hand of the loving mother, the shirt of the wanderer." Before leaving, I am afraid that I will return late.

Whoever says an inch is careless, and he will be rewarded with three springs. "Mother's love is like the bright sunshine in spring, bringing me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a stable and calm umbrella in the wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; My mother's love always helped me and gave me motivation when I was in trouble. That silky continuous love has become my strong backing, so that I no longer feel empty all the time.

And the father's love is broad and profound, and it is informal. My father's love always gave me the right guidance when I made mistakes. My father's love always gave me the right ...... when I encountered problemsIf a mother's love is as deep as water, then a father's love is as thick as a mountain. When I talk about my parents, my heart swells with infinite gratitude.

My parents have worked hard for my growth, how can I repay this kindness?

Since I was a child, my parents taught me how to do things and how to behave. They told me about the 25,000-mile Long March, told me about ***, ***, told me the story of Lei Feng, Dong Cunrui's bombing of the dark fort ......They told me to be cautious in what we do, to be sincere to others, not to lie, to learn to be tolerant, to learn to respect the old and love the young, to know how to repay kindness, and to know how to be unsuccessful and ...... not to be punished

What is all this for? In the past, I was naïve enough to think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit it was, and sometimes, I always wonder what kind of force motivates them, and I don't understand, but maybe it's a responsibility, a kind of love for children, whether it's selflessness or pity, but there's no doubt about it

They were really nice to us and really took good care of us. Let's take each day for example!

Every morning, my mother made breakfast for me, every day at noon, and every night, she cooked dinner for me, but every time she ate, she was still working. When I was studying in the evening, my father came to tutor me again, teaching me to be serious when I had to do every question, not to be sloppy, and my parents educated me every day for me.

Such every day, constitute a happy us, such a day is ordinary, but also extraordinary, every day is a small thing, there is a big thing, in the face of the kindness of my parents, I should be grateful for the actual action of filial piety, let us all love our parents!

Dad had big eyes.

My father.

People often say that a father's love is like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not completely as severe as a mountain, but sometimes as gentle as water.

My father was a man of culture and high moral character, and although he was not as wealthy as other parents, he did nothing for me worse than other children, or even better than them.

When I talk about my father, I can't help but cry. He is usually very busy with work, but in any case, he insists on greeting me about study and life every day, and as long as I have problems with my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to tutor me. From school to the present, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher conference, he once said:

No matter how busy I am, my children will always come first to me."

Every weekend, I went to my father's place of work. Sometimes, when I arrived, I saw him at work, and I couldn't bear to disturb him, so I watched from the sidelines, looking at my father, who was getting older, and there was a trace of gray hair on his temples, and I couldn't help crying again. Watching that body get thinner and thinner day by day, my heart was extremely painful.

I remembered how my father had been subjected back then.

And my love for my father is more important than my love for my mother. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible. He is a good teacher for me in my studies and a good friend for me in life.

If I did something wrong, his first reaction was not to hit or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I did wrong, he would find out the problem from himself and then educate me. He was very strict with me because he was very strict with me.

But I don't hate him, because my father is concerned about me and is afraid that I will go the wrong way.

I am proud of my father. He is very image-oriented in life. So he was very neatly dressed. He once said, "A person's image represents a person's qualities".

More than a dozen spring and autumn seasons have passed, and my love for my father has deepened. I also know that there is no one in my life who can replace him in my life.

Father, don't worry, I will live up to your expectations. When I grew up, I still remember the way home.

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