An article about fatherhood, thank you, please write a touching article about fatherhood

That time, I read fatherly love.

Looking back on the past years, memories are spreading, folding, and stacking into a gentle drizzle, stacking into a shallow evening breeze, stacking into a thin moonlight, and stacking into a beautiful story. Among these stories, nothing impressed me more than the scene that happened three years ago, when I understood father's love.

That night, when I finished my homework and felt a little hungry, I picked up the biscuits that my aunt had sent me—biscuits that were said to taste delicious. I thought, "Daddy must be hungry too!"

So I knocked on my father's door - in my memory, my father was tall and serious. He always said little, devoted himself to his work, and went out early and returned late every day; Even rest days are no exception. We father and daughter spend very little time together.

When my father opened the door and sat down at his desk to work, I walked up to him with a cookie and asked softly, "Dad, can you try this cookie, it is said to be delicious." ”

Set it aside, I'll eat it later. Dad didn't keep his head up and continued to work.

When I was about to leave the room, my father stopped me: "Have you eaten?" ”

Not yet. I replied.

Let's eat together! ”

Well. So I sat down next to my father. Dad took the biscuit and wrote while eating, and I sat on the sidelines, and I was really touched by my father's tireless spirit.

Dad's handwriting is neat, every stroke is written vigorously and powerfully, Dad is always very attentive no matter what he does, and pays attention to today's work. I remember when I was a child, I missed practicing calligraphy because I was greedy for fun, and my father insisted that I finish practicing calligraphy before I was allowed to sleep. Sometimes it was late at night after practicing calligraphy, so that I was late for school the next day, and I really hated my dad at that time, until I went to junior high school and looked at the words of other classmates "reptiles", I suddenly realized that I was very grateful to my dad - I looked up at my dad, and there were a few silver threads in his black hair.

I don't know how long later, when I reached for the cookies, I found that there were only two cookies left. I suddenly said, "Will Dad eat the last cookie?"

Anxious to know the answer, I ate another biscuit, and my father didn't seem to notice it, and when he stretched out his hand, he suddenly stopped again, and he retracted his hand: "Oh, I'm full." Then I wrote it again.

Looking at the last biscuit, I was stunned for a long ......I ate the last cookie, it was really delicious, but I felt like crying.

Oh, I'm full"! This is the expression of fatherly love, and it may seem too small for you to capture, but once you catch it, you can feel the power of it strongly. And I caught it, and I cried.

That time, I really understood fatherly love. That last cookie is no longer a simple cookie, it is an immortal testimony, a symbol of deep fatherly love, it will always remain in the depths of my heart and never fade, with it I will become happier!

Editor's note: "It turns out that my father loves me" is an essay about father's love, and the author uses the story of his father on the first day of the new year to tell that in fact, his father loves himself and loves her silently in his father's local way.

I used to think that my father didn't love me that much. As I turned out, it was me who was wrong.

I remember that it was the first day of the Lunar New Year, and the sun was shining brightly.

I went to the vegetable market with my mom and dad. The streets are crowded with people, some buy lanterns, some buy firecrackers, and some buy red envelopes. As I walked, I saw the villagers all gathered together.

When they saw Mom and Dad, they came over, and Dad took out red envelopes from his inner clothes and gave them to their children.

Seeing this scene, my heart was suddenly full of trouble. Aside from the red envelopes for the New Year, my father only gave me a few dozen yuan, just because he bought toys and food for other people's children, I was even more unhappy. I feel like my dad owes me a lot.

Although the weather was nice, looking around, I seemed to feel like it was dark.

When I got home, I said to my father, "Why are you so 'stingy' with me and so 'generous' to others?" ”

Is it? "Dad probably didn't expect me to ask him like this, with an abrupt look.

Isn't it? Are you so good to the children of your relatives? I also bought toys, and some bought delicious food. ”

Hearing me complain like this, my father first laughed happily, and then said to me earnestly"Silly boy, in fact, dad is not what you think he is. Do you remember that time?

You wrestle, I throw away my workman, and I'll run to take you to the hospital. Every time you're upset, don't you talk to me when I'm a ragdoll? And every weekend, don't I always try to take you to the park?

As for the children back home, they are not as happy as you. Why do I send them red envelopes? That's because their parents are both working in other places and only come back once a year, so of course we have to care more about them. ”

You are in the midst of blessings and do not know blessings, and you are also jealous and troublesome. ”

After listening to my father's words, I still couldn't figure it out at first, but then I thought about it, and what my father said was the same.

I remember one time, I was sick and had a high fever, but I was in a hurry.

I finally figured it out. It turns out that Mom and Dad love us.

The old and the old, the young and the young. How could my father, a man who cares so much about other people's children, not love me?

Daddy loves me, I love Daddy.

Author |Rongli Middle School Class 19 He Mengying.