Please tell me your father s love and mother s love story, you need to be real, thank you

Dear landlord, I am glad for your question There is no right or wrong in love, only whether it is suitable or not, willing or not, happy or not. When you can't be together anymore, it's not that she didn't choose you, it's not that you abandoned her, it's that happiness didn't choose you, happiness didn't choose you, and love didn't choose you. So don't be troubled, don't be sad, you should bless each other and hope that each of you will find your true love.

If you feel pain when you lose the other person, then it proves that you don't love her at all, you just want to possess her, and you will only suffer when your possessiveness cannot be satisfied. When you love someone, what you should think about is not what the other person can give you, but what you can give her, can you give her the affection she needs? Can you give her joy and happiness?

Can you be happy with her happiness, happy with her happiness? Only this kind of love is true love, and only this kind of love is happiness! Please forgive me if my own is inaccurate!

The scenery in my eyes.

One sunny afternoon, I came back from the library and saw my father, who was about to leave the house with a briefcase, perhaps in a hurry, who had forgotten to tie his shoes. I was about to catch up with him and remind him, but my mother hurried out and stopped him. Bending over, squatting, bowing his head, the mother began to tie the father's shoes.

She said angrily as she tied them, "Why didn't you tie your shoes?" But there was a smile on his face, and the father stood there obediently enjoying his mother's "service", also with a smile on his face.

The scenery of this moment was frozen in front of my eyes. Faced with this picture, a sense of happiness arises spontaneously.

I grew up in a warm family, my parents loved me, they loved each other, there were no disputes, no quarrels.

The parents are still in the picture, the shoelaces have been tied, and the mother struggles to straighten up and help the father straighten his clothes. Seeing this, the father stretched out his right hand and gently rubbed her waist for her mother, and then pushed her mother's hair loose on her forehead behind her ear, and they looked at each other and smiled. At this time, I noticed that my father's face was red, like a shy big boy, and my mother's face was also flushed, like the colorful glow on the horizon, revealing the shyness of a girl's first love.

At this time, they didn't have any words, let alone intimate movements, only a faint smile, and all their love was in the eyes of each other.

This moment of love is great and irreplaceable, and I quietly rejoice for them and bless them.

Be careful on the road! "My mother's words pulled me back from my good thoughts.

Got it. The father replied, sweetness written all over his face.

What a wonderful moment, what a beautiful landscape! They will be etched into my mind and will never go away.

Oh! The scenery in my eyes.

Comments] The little author captures the life moments of his mother tying his father's shoes, and depicts an ordinary and touching picture of parents caring for each other. The perspective is unique and the observation is detailed, especially through the description of details, such as language, movements, and demeanor, which vividly highlights the scene of the parents' deep affection and deep affection, and the harmonious family life. The text is fresh and lively, real and natural, showing a beautiful landscape.

The moon in the sky is the love of parents, it is a golden stone, so expensive.

It was a pair of hands full of roughness, wrinkled hands, and also full of cracks. Perhaps these hands seem too ordinary to others, even ugly. But it seems to me how warm and beautiful these hands are.

I love my mother's hands, no matter how mundane. Mom not only has to be a tailor, but also a conscientious housewife, maybe too ordinary, but it takes a lot of sweat and a lot of effort. During the day, I had to wake up early, prepare breakfast for my family, and leave in a hurry without eating enough.

When I went to my mother's factory, it was not as rich as others, but so simple and dirty. When I came home at noon, I saw my mother busy again, and my mother's hands never stopped until the evening. Mother's hand, although it is so ordinary, but who knows the hardships behind the comeback?

I love my mother's hands, no matter how rough. One winter night, it was cold, I was doing my homework, and my mother was cutting the thread. It was late at night, it was getting colder, and my hands were shaking and I couldn't write any more.

This is my mother walking up to me and saying to me with concern, "Is it cold?" I'm here to help you.

She gently took my hand between his. Suddenly, I felt extremely warm, as if a beam of sunlight was shining directly on my heart. With my mother's encouragement, I finally finished my homework.

Mother's hands, although they are so rough, but who will know the maternal love behind it?

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