Essay on the love of parents in childhood 500 words

Eh, the waves of mother's love.

Mother's love is a ray of sunshine in winter, dispelling the cold frost; Mother's love is a rain after a long drought, moistening the cracked heart; Mother's love is a beacon in the ocean, pointing out the hope of new life.

Since the last time, I have been in conflict with my mother, who sees everything she has done for me as she is atoning for her sins. Today I finally understood everything, understood my mother, understood my mother's love.

Today I sat down with my mother to eat, and the dishes were also very rich, including fish, meat, shrimp, and many vegetables. My mother gently moved the good food forward to my side, and said, "Hua Ying eats more, she will grow taller, and she won't eat it when she reaches school", I ignored it, but I saw a bright smile on my mother's face, as beautiful and warm as the sun, and at this time I also saw that the wrinkles at the corners of my mother's eyes were more and deeper, and the gray hair on her head grew a lot, and her hands seemed to be getting rougher and rougher.

After eating, I went to my room and turned on the TV to watch. It was almost three o'clock, and my mother told me to pack my things and get ready to go back to school. At this time, I saw my mother holding an orange that had just been picked from the tree, and I took it with both hands and put it in my school bag.

And the mother threw herself on the dust and breathed a sigh of relief gently, as if she had completed some historical mission. The mother smiled and said, "Wait a minute, don't forget to bring a few bottles of milk, some apples, and dates!"

Are you cold at school? Do you want me to help you get the quilt? "Mom, I don't want to", I shook my head and immediately turned around, because my tears fell like broken threads, and I quickly wiped my tears, afraid that she would see the heartache.

When I looked back, I saw my mother's haggard back, her gray hair, and the clothes she had worn for many years. Looking at the name tag on my body again, my tears came again.

Whoever says an inch of carelessness, repays Sanchunhui", yes, my mother is like the wind, I am like a sail, and my mother's love helps me set sail; I'm going to chop the wind and waves for my mother, and I will splash a wonderful wave.

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!

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The love of parents is the greatest and most selfless love in the world. It is they who give us life and give us love, and this love is irreplaceable by anyone. A mother's love is what motivates me to move forward, a father's love.

Give me magical and great power. My parents took good care of me. And what have I done for my parents? I often think about it, and I get caught up in memories, in deep thought, and in the past.

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. A sudden thunderclap sounded in the sky, followed by a torrential downpour of rain into my heart.

Secretly screaming is not good, put his clothes on his head and rushed out, just arrived at the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into his eyes It was my father and my mother, but both of them only had an umbrella in their hands My mother smiled and said to me, "Me and."

Your dad came straight from the office, and he didn't bring much umbrella, so let's fight together. "No, the rain is too heavy, and both of them will get wet, so I'll give this umbrella to Shihao." Dad hurriedly said as he stretched out his umbrella.

I had a fight 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 hug 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. \x09

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 a time when I forgot to go home because I was playing basketball.

In the meantime, my mother hurried 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 it down first when you put on the fuse."

Gate Knife"; I remembered every time I had an exam, my mother's advice before leaving home: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." "There are so many memories of the past that I can't help but cry. \x09

x09 The love of parents is like the fragrance of a lily, which slowly gathers 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?Maybe far from it.

Yes. 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." "Me.

I won't forget my mother getting up early in the morning to make breakfast for me - life is too long, and this moment is happiness. \x09

When I think of 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.