The landscape hidden in my heart essay on the love of parents 50

You can write from the hints he gave! Think back to what your parents did to you.

What's the most beautiful scenery in my heart? Whether it's a scene, a life story or a slice of life. Oh, yes! It should be a member of the family.

—Epigraph. Father's love is a mountain. My father was the first beautiful scenery in my life. In my heart, my father was a person who was not good at expressing himself, but he told me everything with practical actions. My father was running around for the family all day, and his black hair began to turn into silver strands, and wrinkles slowly crept up his father's face.

But my father still ran for the family and worked hard for me. My father is the ladder to the sky, a ladder that we have silently erected for our growth, and when we are trekking on the road to success, my father gave me the greatest encouragement in my life, that is: perseverance.

For me, a father's love does not sparkle like gold, but it is as stable and unmoving as a mountain. Father's love is a mountain.

Mother's love is like water. How many people really understand the greatness of their mothers, and how many people have repaid their mother's love in a timely manner, and how much have I repaid my mother? The mother was an honest woman, but she was strong. My mother prepared three meals a day for us.

In my eyes, my mother's responsibility is like being in charge of the safety of the house, at night, closing the door and checking it again. A mother's love is pinned on nagging. My mother has a strong side, this side is not unreasonable, but strong, and my mother has educated me with nagging for sixteen years.

It's been sixteen years, and my mother's nagging is less, and I don't fit in anymore. Without my mother's nagging, I felt like I had lost something. Therefore, only by reading the mother's gaze and insight into the mother's care can we know the true meaning of life.

We grew up quietly in our mother's gaze and drifted apart. When we look back at the smoke-like past, we find that the brilliance of our mother is just like our mother's gaze, eternally fixed in our hearts. It is precisely because of these that my mother constitutes the first dazzling scenery in my life.

The most beautiful scenery in my heart is not the scenery, nor nature, but the family. It was my family that gave me encouragement and motivation when I failed and retreated, and it was my family that pulled me up from the abyss when I was plummeting. The parents in the family are very attentive to me and care for me.

You are the most beautiful scenery in my heart, let me use my heart for you to stay. Learn to feel the scenery with your heart, not only will you have unexpected gains, but also a "moving" scene. Love, treasured in my home.

Love will always stay in my home, I grow up in love, live in love, my parents give us love, and we must also return it with love.

The most beautiful scenery in my heart, there is love to have everything, the brightest scenery in my heart, love will be successful.

It's raining, and I think of you, Mom, and the rainy day......I just want to say sorry to you, "Mom, I'm sorry!" ”

It's time for sketching class on Sunday, and you've come all the way from class to see me off. But the sky was not beautiful, and suddenly it rained. You pedal your bike hard, the raindrops of beans fall on your face, on your clothes, on your glasses, and sweat slides silently over your face, and you don't bother to wipe it, but still ride hard.

I leaned my umbrella against you, but you said with concern: "Don't call me, you just finished pulling your stomach yesterday, don't catch a cold again." I was speechless, so I had to keep the umbrella on me.

When I arrived at school, I saw that there was no one around, and I began to panic: don't stop going to class today! Mom even gave up taking a nap in class in order to send me off, but if I have to let my mom send me home again, wouldn't it be a mess?

I hurriedly jumped out of the car and went to ask the uncle who was guarding the door. After asking, I only felt like five thunderbolts, almost scared out of the "heart attack". Too bad, no class today!

I walked up to you and whispered, "I'm sorry, Mom, there was no sketching class today." "You listened still with a pleasant face, pondered for a moment, and said kindly to the tip of my nose

I knew that I might not have class today, but I was afraid that if class delayed your study, I was a fool. I'll send you home again! I listened and quickly said:

Mom, don't you still have to go to work? I'll walk back on my own. You smile and say

You go home by yourself as a child, can I, as a parent, rest assured? Hurry up and get in the car! I got into the car as I was told.

Along the way, the road was sometimes flat, sometimes potholed, and I felt very guilty in my heart for some reason, and I felt sorry for my mother. But my mouth was like a superglue, and I couldn't open it, and even if I did, my throat couldn't make a sound.

When I got home, I stood at the door of the building, watching your figure disappear completely in the vast rain and fog, and I suddenly realized that you were so great.

。。How to say it, you can start with the rhythm of the weather being cloudy and going to rain, and then with the plot, it gets worse when you and your mother quarrel (rain), and finally your mother says that sentence and the weather clears.

In the process of children's growth, there will inevitably be some unsatisfactory things, as a mother, you will definitely educate your children, and even use force. The same happened to me. I remember when I was a child, my mother never 'shot' because I didn't do well in the exam, no matter how my mother hid it, I was always afraid of catching my mother's lost eyes, so there were a few times when I encountered abnormal performance in the exam, I wanted to hide the exam papers secretly, and secretly made up my mind:

I won't be like that next time! Whenever my mom asked me where my recent exam papers were, I blushed and said, "It's still ......."I haven't sent it yet.

Once, when my mother cleaned up the table and accidentally opened the drawer, my "secret" was revealed, and my mother picked it up and looked at it, and asked me in surprise, "When is this roll?" "It's ......This ......I blushed and stammered.

My mother didn't hesitate at all, and angrily picked up a broom and hit me. Every time I beat my mother, I scolded me, and my mother said while beating: "If you don't raise it, it's your mother's fault, when did you learn to lie to you!"

When did you say I beat you because you didn't do well in the exam? But not only did you steal the papers, but you also lied to your mother! "The more I cried, the more I cried, and my mother cried, but her hand didn't stop.

Suddenly, the broom broke, and I stopped crying, but my mother looked at the broom, and then at me, and burst into tears. I think I really hurt my mother this time. When I went to bed that night, I felt some pain in the wound, and when I opened my eyes, my mother was applying potion to my wound.

Through the light, I also saw my mother's eyes, ...... with tears shining with crystalsAfter this incident, I learned that it is not right to lie, and that lying can be very costly. If you ask me if I hated my mother at the time, I can answer you loudly: "No".

Because I understand that everything my mother does to me is for my good. My mother beating me is not abuse but a kind of love for me, and this kind of love can only be found in family affection. I believe that the love of mothers in the world for their children is never-ending.