Father s love is like a mountain, and every bit reflects the composition How to understand it

My dad was an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he was the greatest dad in the world.

I remember one harsh winter, I wore a padded jacket to school, and I shivered from the cold, and I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, I heard Wu Weiwei say: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!"

When I walked out of the classroom, I saw my father smiling, holding a padded jacket in his hand, and saying, "Come, put it on." I put on a padded jacket, my body was warm, and my heart was even warmer, and my father said, "I should pay attention to it in the future." I smiled and nodded vigorously.

When I got home, my mother heard that I was wearing a padded jacket less in school, so she reprimanded me fiercely, and was about to beat me, but my father came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." "I looked at my dad gratefully, and he taught me with tolerance.

Another time, I got into trouble outside and panicked at my mother, and my mother's criticism made me blush and I shed tears of remorse. When my father saw this, he hurriedly wiped away my tears, reasoned with me, and said to my mother: "Beating and scolding children is not the best way to educate them, you must reason with them."

After all, it's still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truths, and I was happy to admit my mistakes.

As I grew up, I learned to be grateful to my parents. I would hand my parents a cup of hot tea when they were tired; After eating, Mom and Dad rested, and I came to wash the dishes.

I have a good dad who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart that illuminates my life path!

People often compare the mother to water and praise her greatness, selflessness, gentleness and delicacy. However, it is rare to hear anyone praise the father's love. Because, compared with maternal love, it is more silent, not easy to show, not so gentle and considerate in all aspects, and it can even be said to be a little rough.

When I was a child, my father was tall and majestic, and at that time, I thought that my father was omnipotent and the pillar of the family. Some heavy work, technical work, my father can do it. When the home was decorated, my father still rushed to help out, carrying stones and cement, completely forgetting that he paid for the decoration, which was really a bit ......Foolish.

Sometimes the light bulb at home is broken, I hold it steady underneath, and my dad steps on the chair to change the light bulb, change one, and the sweat soaks the clothes, I don't think it's tired, it's not troublesome to change this, the main thing is to worry about whether the chair will suddenly collapse nervously.

Fatherly love is as deep as a mountain, and it is severe. There is rarely a smile on my father's face, most of the time on weekdays is a straight face, what I do, my father always says that this is not right and that is not good, like picking a bone in an egg. He always told me a lot of big truths, and I could recite them all over the place, but whenever I felt that my father had done something wrong and a little excessive, I would talk about him with those reasons, but he would say angrily

Don't come with me to this set! "Alas, I don't listen to what I say, I'm stubborn.

Father's love is obscure and unwilling to be easily revealed. Although my father was not considerate of everything about me, as long as my father did one thing for me, he was so thoughtful. My father was busy with work and rarely had time to spend with me, but whenever he was free, he pulled me to talk to me on his knees, and no matter what I had at hand, my father did as he told.

My father can talk about various topics, career, study, etc., and can talk a lot, especially when he drinks too much, he can talk about the old man for a long time, and most of these things are at night, so I often can't sleep at night, at this time, my mother will often loudly scold my father on the side that I shouldn't disturb my sleep, but my father always doesn't listen, and he doesn't leave until he finishes speaking, which is stubborn.

One day, I found that at some point, my father's face had some wrinkles, some of his hair was gray, his eyes were sunken, and I was half a head taller than my father. But what's wrong with my father like this?

What's the matter, my father is old, although he is old, but his love for me will always be as tall, steady, and deep as a mountain, and I am proud to have a father's love of my own, like a mountain. Let's refer to it!!

Dad loves me very much, like a mountain.