Essay Love is as simple as 300 to 500 words

Father's strict love.

In our family, my dad's love for me was strict.

When I was in second grade, my dad expressed his love for me.

That day, I had just finished my homework and asked my dad to check my homework. But when my father checked the math oral arithmetic problems I did, he suddenly found that in my "special class training", two of the three oral arithmetic problems were wrong. So, my dad became suspicious of me:

I must have been thinking about my studies to make so many mistakes. That's why my dad came to my room to find out: first, he asked me:

Why do you do it wrong, the oral arithmetic problem is so simple, why do you do it wrong? "I listened to my father's words and didn't say a word, not knowing what to do. Later, I said to my dad

I did nothing wrong! "When my father heard me, he was very upset, and he punished me harshly - he gave me a slap in the face. At that time, I didn't understand why my father beat me, so I cried bitterly, and tears flowed down like rain.

I thought: How could Dad be so ruthless? However, when I checked my homework, I found that I was really wrong, and I felt that I should accept my father's punishment at that time, and admit that I was really inattentive at that time, and my mind was not on studying, so I would make mistakes.

I finally understood that you have to concentrate on your studies, and you can't be sloppy!

Fatherly love is serious, but it is also precious! Although my father sometimes beat me, scolded me, and even beat me himself. However, I believe that my father didn't hit me intentionally, because I did something I shouldn't have done, or offended someone.

It's for my own good, too. There is a good saying: Hitting is kissing, scolding is love!

I will not disappoint my father's hope for me, I must study hard, make progress every day, and repay my father with a good career in the future.

Write it yourself? Whoever has love for you, you write.

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!