Essay on fatherly love before 9 o clock

Fatherly love is deep and subtle, it silently envelops me, giving me incomparably warm caressing. It's something I can't let go of. But from that moment on, I realized that fathers need endless love from their children.

It was the night before my father's 40th birthday, and I quietly leaned over my father's ear and asked him what he wanted for his birthday. My father patted me on the top of my head, smiled and said, "Son, I don't lack anything, you are my best gift."

I didn't say anything, I just thought that my father's love was taken for granted, and my lack of effort was "with a clear conscience", so I readily agreed.

That night, I woke up and found the lights in my father's room still on. In the dim light, Dad was already asleep, with an unfinished notebook crooked beside him. That's the coming-of-age diary he wrote for me.

I couldn't suppress my curiosity, so I secretly looked at it: "The child has grown up, she actually said today that she would give me a birthday gift, her filial piety to me is really sweeter than honey, I am really the happiest father in the world......."”

I blushed a little, and suddenly realized that I had given so little to my father. Dad was willing to travel with me for a few days, and put down his heavy official duties to stay up late to work. And I was always angry that I had to accompany my dad downstairs for five minutes; He put down his beloved books and periodicals to help me study, but I always complained about the delay in watching animations in order to chat with him; He did not hesitate to spend a lot of money to buy me the supplies I needed, but I was reluctant to buy him a birthday present......

Looking at his father's tired figure, tears finally burst out of his eyes. One song sings: "The structure of the herringbone is to support each other." "Dad will always hold up a blue sky for me, but I am still ignorant and a child, do I really have a clear conscience?

The next day, I got my dad a gift early. Since then, I have been walking with my father in the sunset, and I have the sound of snuggling up to my father in the night. I believe that I will make him the happiest father, because I am already the happiest daughter.

If Dad is a skimm, I am a pinch, on the basis of Mom, we jointly wrote a capital "human" word, witnessing our eternal happy life!

Some people say that mother's love is like a trickling stream, singing with tinkling and dingdong. Some people say that father's love is like a towering or imitating mountain, silent and silent, but extremely heavy.

Every day at school, my dad dropped me off across the street from school and told me to cross the street by myself; And my mother sent me to the school gate every time, and only after seeing me enter the school gate did she go home with peace of mind. I went home and "complained" to my mother: "Mom, my father only sent me to the opposite side of the school every time, and left without looking at me at the school gate!"

Daddy actually watched you quietly! Mom said to me, "It's just that you didn't find him." "After listening to my mother's words, it dawned on me that my father was not good at expressing his love.

On the night of my 10th birthday, it was my mom who led me up to the stage to say a welcome speech and lit a candle for me. And Dad is setting up the restaurant next to it to welcome the guests. When I sang on stage, I was timid, and it was my mother who held my hand and gave me courage; And my dad just looked at me with a smile from the sidelines.

When I was learning to ride a bike, my parents took me to the garden to practice, and I told him again and again, "Don't let go!" I'm scared!

Dad nodded. I rode and rode, and when I looked back, my father had already let go, I panicked, the faucet was unstable, the brakes seemed to be out of order, and with a "snap", I fell down along with the bike. My mother immediately ran over and asked me if it hurt here and there; And Dad said:

A person's life can't always be smooth sailing, and now this little difficulty will succumb, what should I do when I grow up and encounter difficulties?! Do you want your mother to help you? I immediately stood up angrily and thought:

Ride and ride, who is afraid of whom? I got on my bike and rode a long way in one fell swoop.

Dad wasn't good at expressing his love, but I already felt his love, and his love was everywhere: when I was in school, when I was on my birthday, when I was learning to ride a bike, ......Dad, I love you.