Essay on Family Affection Mother s Love, Father s Love 500 Words First year of junior high school

Mother's love is like a stream. Some people say that mother's love is like mountains, seas, and rivers, but I feel that mother's love is like an unknown stream, just like "a trickle of stream, converging into rivers, lakes and seas", and my mother's love for me is also gathered into a rushing sea day after day, year after year, bit by bit, which makes me feel extremely happy and proud.

My mother is long, thoughtful, and her dark eyes can speak, as long as I make a mistake, there must be a strange look there, her ears are also very good, as long as it is beneficial to me she can listen to it, the most powerful is her hands, there seems to be nothing that cannot be done, it is really "nothing difficult in the world, only afraid of my mother".

It seems to me that motherly love is tiny, even transparent, and therefore seems difficult to perceive. In fact, the traces of maternal love that can be felt in every bit of life are just that we are too accustomed to it and too negligent. For example, while we were eating, my mother was busy making food for us; As soon as I sat down, she began to pour vegetables into my bowl; While I was eating, she was helping me peel shrimp or scoop soup; After eating, she hurriedly told me to wash my hands.

At night, she also checks my homework, tells me to brush my teeth before going to bed, and comes to the room to check the situation every day. ......Isn't this "full service" a deep maternal love?

Pity the hearts of parents in the world"!In order for me to become a talent as soon as possible, my mother invited teachers to teach me composition, and also let me study Olympiad mathematics by myself, and used the summer vacation to send me to participate in English summer camps, and tried every means to let me see the outside world, and even the company's major events and related meetings also let me, a stinky child, participate and express my opinions......Such a mother can be regarded as a kind of "high-level" maternal love!

Mom is a financial controller and runs the company with Dad. She works more than ten hours a day, and her time is measured in seconds. Looking at her posture, she couldn't eat well all day, but on Sundays, she always found time to take my brother and me out to play.

Even if there is still more work to be done, she has to put it down one by one and deal with it later. Here, I would like to say that many parents in Shenzhen will lack the best and care for their children due to their busy work, unable to understand their children's thoughts, and even ignore their feelings, but I am so lucky.

I'm so glad God has given me such a good mother, and this is the greatest happiness of my life. In times of difficulty, she firmly supported me, and in times of danger, she was desperate to help me; When I achieved a little something, she sincerely encouraged and spurred me on. Ah, dear mother, I want to thank you forever!

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Fatherhood in progress Fatherhood is often the most neglected, but it is the most painful.

My father, an ordinary "old man" who could no longer be ordinary, was already old. He was by far the most important man in my life, and he gave me not only the most selfless fatherly love, but also his long dried tears and endless sweat.

Year 8 students are facing a hurdle to move on to Year 9 and the History Exam, and everyone is in the intense revision stage, and I am no exception. I lived and grew up in a rural family, and the family situation was quite acceptable, close to my old father, who was in his 50s, worked hard under the scorching sun and braved the wind and rain. Only rely on the salary of a few thousand yuan to support our mother.

My sister went to college, and now the whole family is pinning their second hope on me, and I feel very stressed and depressed. The only person in the family who could get angry was my old father, who yelled at my mother every time I was angry. The funny thing is that every time he scolds him, he still keeps a smile on his face, which makes him unable to get angry.

I remember it was a winter in elementary school, it was bitterly cold outside, and almost everyone was in the warm bedding at home, but my stupid father was alone outside to sweep the street and clear a passage for pedestrians, but the strange thing is that this road leads directly to my house and there is no passage elsewhere, I didn't take it seriously, but it wasn't until later that I remembered it that I knew the deeper meaning.

Gorky said: "Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering you from the wind and rain My elderly father is still giving, and I have begun to cast a key of love for opening another world of my father's life The annual rings of the years continue to turn, the reincarnation of the four seasons continues to change, and my father's straight waist is slowly bent, and a few wrinkles have been added to his forehead. I grew up very young.

Mother, what a word admired by the children of the world; Mother's love is like a quiet harbor that nurtures our growth.

A mother's love is pure; Motherly love is selfless; Mother's love is great; A mother's love is one that only knows how to give and does not expect anything in return.

Mother's love is like the warm wind of spring, blowing your heart; Mother's love is like a gentle drizzle, gently patting your face and moistening your heart; Mother's love is like a furnace in winter, creating warm sunshine for you in the harsh winter.

The sons and daughters of the world, looking at their mothers with gray temples, which one is not extremely bitter?

The love that my mother gave me was real, simple, stern, and sometimes a little poetic.

In a trance, my mind went back to my childhood. I saw a busy figure, it was my mother working hard; I saw a tired figure, it was my mother knitting winter clothes for me; I saw a cheerful figure, it was my mother who was happy for my learning and progress.

Think about it, in my life, when was there no mother? Whenever I cried, my mother comforted me; Whenever I felt like a lonely and helpless bird, my mother opened her wide arms and gave me a breath of warmth and love.

One time we had an injection at school, and I fainted blood. It was noon, and when my mother heard about it, she didn't say a word, and hurried to school without even eating lunch, carrying me to the doctor, and then my mother asked for leave to accompany me in the hospital. At that time, I saw that my mother was very sad, and for some reason, I also felt a little sad.

Another time, my mom and dad bought a big watermelon. When I got home, I hadn't eaten yet, and my saliva was pouring out. After my mother cut the melon, she first gave me a piece of melon with few seeds and sweet flesh. But she eats a lot of melon seeds, and the flesh of the melon is not very sweet.

But motherly love can also be harsh at times. I've always had a bad habit of being careless. Once, I accidentally lost my clothes after a physical education class at school.

When I got home, my mother criticized me severely. But I know that my mother is actually very heartbroken, and she doesn't want to scold her son, but only in this way can I get rid of my carelessness.

Mother's love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and the growth of children is inseparable from every drop of their mother's love. Mother, escorting her children all her life, silently guiding her children behind her children.

Is our mother's love for us something we can repay? As "The Wanderer's Yin" said: "Whoever says an inch of grass will be rewarded with three springs." ”