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Big figure, but that wisdom and ability is his style, living in the countryside for decades, his loyal and honest duty and unique way of treating people have won a lot of praise from the villagers, but also influenced our generation. My father and I, in the world of two men, skipped the delicate concerns, leaving only the love in our hearts and the inseparable flesh and blood feelings. In his father's world, perhaps he feels that gentleness is not the attitude of a grandfather, and silently giving is the meaning of boundless love.

This is my father, or everybody's father. For as long as I can remember, my father has always been busy and has been running the family, and in the past years, he has experienced the heat of the brick kiln and the hard work of the older generation of management. Although he is very busy every day, he always arranges things at home in an orderly manner.

For us, my father never rested well, and although he was strict with us, he did not smile, and he did not lose his love and love. It wasn't until I got married and had children that I knew that the kindness of my parents was indescribable, and the hardships in the period were beyond our generation's experience. When I was very young, my father was my playmate.

I sat on his body as a pawn.

Essay Between Father and Son My relationship with my dad has always been good, but we both have a careless problem. And I always like to talk about the other person after they do something wrong, which is probably the most interesting thing we think.

For example, it's Friday and I just want to watch TV, and I'll have tomorrow off anyway, so I don't set my desk and go to TV. When my father saw that my desk was so messy, he immediately began to accuse: "Xu Junhao, look at your desk is so messy, you are so big, do you still not know how to tidy up the table?"

Come and get the table in order! "At this time, I was watching TV and was in the middle of the highlights, and as soon as I tidied up the table, I came back and the highlights were just finished. I'm so angry that I always want to get revenge.

Here's your chance. Dad is cooking tofu, and it takes a long time for the tofu to be cooked. Dad went to read the newspaper first, but when he saw it, he was fascinated and forgot the time, until the tofu was sneering, and then he reflected it and rushed into the kitchen, but it was still too late.

The tofu is already burnt. Then I said, "You see you're so unreasonable, you shouldn't read any newspapers when you're cooking tofu."

Look at your good time, wasting so much tofu. But Dad immediately retorted: "I also said that I have the ability for you to burn it."

Look at what your math scores were like last time, and you still have the face to say about me. I said, "Don't get away with it, we're talking about what you said about me?"

Dad said, "What is to open the topic, to your extent, criticize yourself is about the same." ”

Obviously, I can't quarrel with my dad, but my breath last time is finally out, and the person is comfortable, but I'm not convinced, and I will definitely find a reason to quarrel with dad next time. Although I can't argue with Dad, I can say a few things about Mom when he accuses Dad.

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Summary. In my heart, fatherly love is one of the greatest loves in the world. A father's love is one of the most selfless loves in the world, and it complements mother's love to become a great love.

What is Fatherly Love? Maybe it was growing up with us when we were ignorant, not forgetting to pull us with his calloused but rough hand when we fell, not forgetting to remind us to be strong when we faced difficulties, overcoming all difficulties, moving forward bravely, giving us a ride when we were heading for college, smiling and waving goodbye to us in the face of us who were about to leave home, turning around with full reluctance, secretly leaving his strong tears without our knowledge,,, maybe this is father's love, Leaving the best side of himself to us, leaving the hard work to himself, as long as we live well, he will be satisfied.

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In my heart, fatherly love is one of the greatest loves in the world. A father's love is one of the most selfless loves in the world, and it complements mother's love to become a great love. What is Fatherly Love?

Maybe it was growing up with us when we were ignorant, not forgetting to pull us with his calloused but rough hand when we fell, not forgetting to remind us to be strong when we faced difficulties, overcoming all difficulties, moving forward bravely, giving us a ride when we were heading for college, smiling and waving goodbye to us in the face of us who were about to leave home, turning around with full reluctance, secretly leaving his strong tears without our knowledge,,, maybe this is father's love, Leaving the best side of himself to us, leaving the hard work to himself, as long as we live well, he will be satisfied.

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As a child, my father's love was kind. When I made a mistake, when I accidentally did something stupid, my father always stroked my head with his thick and bulky hand and said kindly, "Don't make such a mistake next time, otherwise you will suffer."

So, I coquettishly threw myself into my father's arms and kissed him on his stubble face. I remember that whenever there were stars, my father would take me by the hand and go to the roof of the building to count the stars. I snuggled in my father's arms, counted the stars in the sky, and always fell asleep before I knew it......When I grew up, my father's love was deep and strict.

When I did poorly on exams, my father would criticize me. After bringing out all the big truths, I had to stand aside and wait for my father to finish speaking, and then timidly said, "Dad, I'm sorry."

When my father heard this, he said no more, but waved his hand lightly and motioned for me to come into the house, and I picked up the test paper and roamed confidently in the ocean of knowledge.

Write about the calculation process.

My father folded the quilt for me at night, gently, trying not to make a sound.

I remember one night, I had a fever, and I said to my mom, "I'm dizzy. "My mother hurriedly ran to my bedside with a thermometer and took my temperature.

After 5 minutes, my mother took out the thermometer and saw that it was 40 degrees Celsius2. My mother told my dad about my illness, and he immediately stopped his work. When I got home, my father took me to the hospital without saying a word.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother went to give me ** first, and my father accompanied me. I didn't start hanging salt water until 9 o'clock and didn't go home until 1 a.m. Mom and Dad didn't sleep well that night. My tears fell involuntarily.

One more thing is in kindergarten. It was a little hot in the morning, and my mother said to me, "It's a little hot in the morning, but it gets cold in the afternoon."

I didn't listen to my mother. When I arrived at the kindergarten, the weather was so nice, I said, "Mom is really good at cheating."

But in the afternoon, it became very cold and suddenly it rained. That's when I regretted it, but I heard someone calling me outside the door, so familiar. When I looked, it turned out to be my mother, she was wet from the rain all over, she was holding a dress in her hand, and said:

Son, come over and put your clothes on. "I quickly put on my clothes, but my mother was gone, and I was so moved that I almost cried with tears in my eyes.

It's really pitiful for the hearts of parents all over the world!

In this world, who has not bathed in the love of their parents, who has not experienced the care of their parents?I also have a dad and mom who thinks about me all the time and cares about me.

My dad could not have been more appropriately described as "strict father". He was very strict with my study and life. He set a schedule for me and urged me to complete my homework conscientiously.

Is your dad you? Childish, I nodded vigorously to show "Extraordinarily harsh, not ordinary!" "Now, every time I face the whole class after every exam.

When I finished first and second, I gradually understood that my father did all this for my own good. I can't thank him enough for that!

My mom is the quintessential "loving mother". She was very concerned about my food and clothing, and always cared for me in every detail. In order to make me eat well, she racked her brains to make some delicious food to satisfy my cravings.

Every weekend, she didn't have to rest, so she started washing my dirty clothes, and the next morning she put them at the head of my bed. Especially when I was sick, my mother poured water and handed medicine, and she had to get up in the middle of the night to see if my quilt was covered ......

Now that my parents and I are in two countries, when I read in their letters, "Is it good to study?" When I heard the familiar and gentle tone of "remember to wear more clothes" in **, I immediately felt their concern and love for me. Indeed, the love of parents is like air, invisible and intangible, but I can feel its presence all the time.

Many times, a parent's love is like a bird that flies across the sky – it comes and goes without leaving a trace.

It was a dark evening, and the wind was blowing outside the window, so I cleaned up the classroom and began to pack my school bag and prepare to go home. "Click" A thunderclap suddenly sounded in the sky, and then the heavy rain poured down I secretly screamed in my heart, put my clothes on my head and rushed out, just arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes It's my father, and my mother, but both of them only have an umbrella in their hands Mom smiled and said to me: "Your dad and I came directly from the office, and we didn't bring more umbrellas, let's fight together."

No, the rain is too heavy, and both of them will be wet, so I'll give this umbrella to Shihao. Dad hurriedly said as he stretched out his umbrella. "I fought with my dad.

Saying that, I jumped under my father's umbrella, my father held the umbrella in one hand, and tried his best to hold my shoulder with the other, and the three of them and the two umbrellas were hidden in the mist, and I felt so happy and happy at that moment.

In a haze, one picture after another suddenly flashed in my mind: I remembered that I forgot to take my homework book with me because I was in a hurry to go to school, and my father found out and ran to send me to the classroom; I remembered when I forgot to get home because I was playing basketball, and my mother was hurrying around looking for me; I remembered his eager voice in the microphone when I called my father on a business trip: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, and you must not forget to pull down the brake knife first when you put on the fuse"; I remembered every time I took an exam, my mother's advice before leaving home:

Don't panic and believe in yourself. "There are so many memories of the past that I can't help but cry.

The love of parents is like the fragrance of lilies, which slowly converges and no longer drifts away. I think there may be no one in the world who will say that they don't love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents' love? Perhaps far from it.

In the eyes of my parents, love is to walk with you, and you will never get tired no matter how far you go, so I will never forget my father's ardent words when he held my draft composition: "Change it, change it again and you can transcribe it." "I will never forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

As I write this, I can't help but think of the biblical prophet Elijah covering his face with his hands, not daring to look God's face in the face. I think that parents can enjoy this right, and they have the holy things that "God" has sown on the earth.

Father, you measure the distance of the night with your lameness.

When my father looked up at the sky, there was a cuckoo flying in the air. Listening to its chirping, "sowing grain and sowing grain", my father sighed, threw away the cigarette butt in his hand vigorously, stepped on it with a limp, and then continued to plow his thin mountain.

In the early summer, my father was the busiest, and he relied on his own hands for farm work. Whenever this happens, my mother, who is suffering from tuberculosis and cannot go to the ground, is anxious. At that time, I was in my third year of high school in Tai'an.

Someone told my father my message. The father pinched his fingers and said, "Oh, my son has been without food for three days."

He coughed dryly a few times and looked up at the sky.

Towards dusk, my father picked up the shovel and went home. When my father came home, he took the nest head handed by his mother and ate it. Father can't spread pancakes (a staple food for our Tai'an people).

Our family eats nests all year round. When I went to school and studied, I ate pancakes from my sisters-in-law's stalls. Pancakes were much better than wotou, but my father never tasted a bite.

After eating two big nests, my father stuffed three more on his body, and then he carried a large bag of pancakes for me out of the village.

At that moment, it will be late. The road from our house to Taean is a dirt road. As my father walked out of the village and onto the road, the stars began to blink continuously.

On a May night, as I walked, my father felt sweat about to run. If my father had come to Tai'an that night in a wheelbarrow with that big bag of pancakes, I might have felt better. But no, my father just carried it all the way and staggered to me with his lameness.

Originally, my father was afraid of the dark. According to his mother, when his father walked in the dark, he always felt that someone was following him behind him. However, the night the meal was brought to me, I don't know if he felt so scared.

After that night, my father's courage grew. For many years afterward, sometimes when he went out at night, he didn't need to put on the old lantern. Father said:

The money for lamp oil is saved.

Before that, everyone in the village said that it was ninety miles to Tai'an, but when my father came back, he said: No, at most eighty.

If you ask him how long the night is, he will say, "Eighty miles will be dawn." No one knew how his father calculated it, and those who didn't believe in him always questioned the speed at which he was limping. Perhaps only I can imagine how my father was in a hurry to see me that night.

As soon as the day dawned, a classmate came to my dormitory and called me. As I walked out the door, I was stunned to see my father standing in front of me like a mountain: his hair was messy, his beard was long, his forehead was covered with dust, and even his clothes were wet.

I hurriedly took the package from his back and looked at my father with red eyes. The father flashed his eyes away and whispered, "I'm not hungry for you, are I?"

In an instant, I read endless kindness in his originally complicated eyes. Although my father didn't communicate with me much in my life, through this night, I got to know him thoroughly, and my father gave me everything he had. No one will know that from that night onwards, the word father has changed from a title to a vivid image for me, and has gradually plumped up and even grown taller.

Father, you have measured the distance of the night with your lameness, and that distance has been insurmountable to me to this day.