It was a sunny afternoon. After school, I took two classmates to my home to play. We talked, laughed and played all the way. Just before I got to my house, I ran and didn't notice the motorcycle parked at the store downstairs. Just listen to "bang!" The motorcycle was knocked down by my bag belt. For a moment, two classmates and I were frightened by the scene, and we were stunned and at a loss. The owner of the motorcycle rushed over at once, picked up the motorcycle, and said to me coldly, "Make up!" Then she began to examine the motorcycle painfully. At this time, I felt a burst of pain. It turned out that my hand had been scratched out and was bleeding. Then the owner of the motorcycle asked me to call my parents. I know in my heart that my mother doesn't understand motorcycles, but my father does. But I didn't dare to call my father, because I was afraid he would beat me. I called my mother. After Mom came over, she called Dad again. At this time, I was very afraid that my father would hit me. Soon my father came. He first apologized to others, and then looked to see if I had fallen. He didn't hit me, but comforted me. Then he pushed the motorcycle to the repair department.
This event moved me very much. My father cared about me so much that I didn't find it before. I felt that my father's love was like a bunch of sunshine, shining into my heart at once. Although it was not easy to find father's love sometimes, in fact, father's love was always around me, shining and warming my body and mind. After that, I feel that I have grown up all of a sudden, and I try not to cause trouble outside, and I will be a child that makes my father proud.
The years passed quickly like flowing water, and I changed from an ignorant child to a robust young man. As I grew up, my father's love for me became more profound. Every time my father comes home from abroad, he can't wait to see me and ask me about my grades: "Daughter, how is your study these days? What's your score on the exam?" I said modestly, "It's so so! At least 90 points can be given in the exam." My father said, "I have been studying well these days. My father will take you to eat kebabs at noon." I was very happy when I heard that: Dad would take me to eat a string! In class, I always thought about eating a bunch at noon, even about the exam. Soon the morning passed. When school was over at noon, I rushed out of the classroom and saw my father waiting for me. So we went to eat a bunch hand in hand. After eating, I went to school happily. In the afternoon, the teacher said angrily, "Today, I tried to see what you did in the morning. Wang Yuhan just gave you 83 points." I thought it was impossible! I got so low in the exam? How can I tell my father when I go home! The afternoon passed again. This afternoon was so slow for me, and I went home slowly. I don't know how to face my father. When he saw me, he asked, "Did you take the exam?" I said, "I only scored 83 points when I didn't do well in the exam." My father said to me, "It doesn't matter. Why don't you take a good exam next time? People say that failure is the mother of success. Try hard next time." I listened to my father's encouragement. My whole body seemed to be full of infinite strength. I made up my mind to do well in the exam. A few days later, I really scored 100 points.
Father's love slipped into my heart at that moment, burning like a fire in my heart. I suddenly felt that my father loved me so much, and that love could not be expressed in words. I wanted to say to my father, "Dad, I love you."
I feel the father's love. I begin to grow up. Love is a beam of sunshine. It is not easy to find it sometimes, because it seems that there is a distance between father's love and me. In fact, father's love is beside me.
Some time ago, I accidentally twisted my foot while playing downstairs. In a moment, my ankle was red and swollen, which made me cry out in pain. Seeing this, my mother hurriedly asked me to sit on the ground and hold my feet to check my condition, and constantly comforted me. At this time, my father came back. How I longed for my father's care and greetings! But what I was waiting for anxiously was a simple reproach: "Twisted your foot? You are so careless, are you all right?" Looking at my father's back, I was full of grievances and complaints. A classmate around me felt my strange feeling and said with a smile: "Most fathers are like this. They care about you very much, but they are not good at expressing themselves. If you don't believe them, you can see that when he gets on the bus and closes the door, he will look at you again." I stared at my father in disbelief, but to my disappointment, 'Yes, I looked at him for a long time, but I didn't see any intention of turning back. But when I wanted to stretch out my hands to cover my desperate eyes, I saw it! I saw - at the moment when Dad was about to close the door, he looked back at me deeply. I saw that there was concern, love and warmth in my eyes
At that moment, my father's love was all "revived" in my mind
When it is cold, he will be afraid that I will freeze his hands and warm them with his generous palms; In hot weather, he would constantly patrol my "airspace" for fear that I would be bitten by mosquitoes; At dinner time, he will leave the most delicious food for me and tell me that he doesn't like it; When I go out to play, my father's hand always keeps pulling my hand... In fact, I find my father's love is always silent. My father's love is simple and thick. Although he never said much about me, my father's love is hidden in every ordinary detail.
Sometimes the father's love is kind, sometimes the father's love is serious, and more often, the father's love is wordless. Father's love is various and needs your careful understanding. But no matter what kind of love, it is full of my father's infinite care and love for us. Ah! Silent father love, silent father love.
Just as we were about to leave the Sports Committee, Dad looked at the sky and said, "It may rain soon. I forgot to bring my poncho." Dad hesitated for a moment and said, "It should be too late to start." Dad got on his bike and rushed out of the gate of the Sports Committee, taking me home. Just after walking, a strong wind blew head-on. My father stooped and pedaled the bike with great effort. I obviously felt that the speed of the bike was much slower, which could be said that it was hard to move. Then we smelled the earthy smell in the air. Dad pedaled his bike more frequently. I looked at the road and saw that there were only a few pedestrians running fast. Suddenly, a bright light broke the terrible dark night. With the rumbling thunder, the big raindrops of broad beans fell down quickly, hitting me and my father, and I couldn't open my eyes. At this time, I felt very scared. In addition to the sound of rain on the ground and on my body, and the sound of my father pedaling his bike, I could hear nothing more. At this time, a powerful voice said: "Son, get your head into my clothes." In order to protect my five senses, I can only do so. I opened my father's clothes, put my face on his back, put my hands around his waist, felt a little warm, and waited to get home. Dad is still raining heavily. I don't know how long later, my father patted me and said breathlessly, "Little drowned rat, come down quickly and get home." I jumped down and saw my father's face full of water. My father wiped a handful of water with his hands and smiled. I laughed too.
Although it was raining heavily outside, I felt a strong sense of fatherly love.
I can't help thinking back to my father.
When climbing the mountain, I competed with my son in "rock climbing". Every time I left my son far behind, I laughed and left him to jump "angrily"; Before going to bed, I lift my son's leg, lift him upside down, laugh and "beat" him severely; On the chessboard, he fought with his son for a hundred games, making his son lose and jump "angrily"; After dinner, he "carried" his son and let him "ride a horse". He pretended to be drunk and walked around, making his son scream on his shoulder
Now, the son has grown up. His chess skill is higher than his father's, and he is about to catch up with his father. But when the son asked his father to "ride a horse" again, his father said, "He is old.".
Yes, my father is old! The cervical vertebra hurts, the shoulder hurts... The father who can lift his son is gone, and the father who can throw grenades more than 50 meters in the army is gone. Fortunately, the father's love is still there!
When I grow up, I should help my father! Although he is still running around for work every day and has less time to talk with him, he is trying to support his family; Although he inevitably scolded me once or twice, his father still loved his son.
The son ran ball by ball on the lawn while the father rested. The son kicked the ball high, and the ball fell to the ground suddenly. The son suddenly remembered something. Oh, it seems that my father gave this football to my son many years ago!
This is family, right? A deeply rooted and shocking emotion can give people a power, a real and sacred power.
This is love, deep fatherly love.
It was a dusk, a beautiful dusk, a memorable dusk.
I was walking on a small road, and the laughter in a big pit opposite attracted me. I ran to have a look. It turned out that there were only eight or nine years old children like me. One of the children who knew me shouted, "Hey, do you want to play?" I didn't speak, but I came to join them quickly.
We played the game of blind cat catching and consuming, but in the sound of laughter, I had lost interest in the game that sounded interesting.
One of the companions said, "Come and see! I found a piece of iron sheet. Let's find the source of the iron sheet and see how long it is.
This idea was immediately approved by everyone, and everyone nodded.
I ran to hold the iron sheet, and a companion pulled my clothes, one by one, like a long dragon. I shouted, "1, 2, 3! Pull!" "Ah!" Startling up the companions around them, they ran over, but ran away hurriedly.
Blood trickled down. A tall figure ran to my side, picked me up and hurried to the nearest clinic. I looked up and saw a flustered face emerge in front of me.
I can't help thinking: a father who usually speaks little, no, I always speak coldly. But why did it change this time?
Looking at the glistening sweat on my father's face, I could not help but have an answer: Father's love is like a thermos, cold outside, but hot inside. I can't help crying at the thought of this.
People often say that my father is great, but I think it is not only great, he has endless love for us. He will not use beautiful words to express his love for us, but his actions tell me how much he loves us.
I have a sister, but his love for us has never been biased, which makes me admire him even more.
Entering the long river of memory, the past is vivid. I remember once I was sick and had a rest at my grandma's house. My father's first words when he came in were very impressive to me. They said, "It's OK, Linlin." He thought for a long time before he said this sentence, which seemed insipid but full of worry. Maybe that's the case. Father's love is silent, but great. After I went to the hospital, he immediately contacted the doctor for me. The doctor said that I was suffering from influenza, so I could take some medicine. I looked at my father, and he gave a sigh of relief and smiled again. Isn't that what people often call fatherly love?
Maybe our Chinese fatherly love is not good at expressing it in words, but I think the wordless fatherly love has more flavor and deeper lasting appeal.
I grew up on my father's shoulders, but I could not say a word. Today, I want to take this opportunity to say to my father: "You have worked hard." But I think he can understand if I don't say it!
I remember the first time I played play badminton with my classmates in the Oilfield Construction Club. My father said that I should go home before nine o'clock, but I didn't come home until nine forty-five because of my fun, which made my father worry about me for half an hour. When Dad saw me, he didn't beat me or scold me. Just asked me: "Why are you back so late?" I was a little scared and said, "I'm a fun person and want to play." The father then said, "Do you know that I'm worried about you coming back so late?" I had nothing to say. Tears of frustration ran down my cheeks. The old man looked at it and said: "Look at you. I didn't hit you or scold you. Why are you crying? OK, stop crying, and pay attention next time."
Another time, I still came home late. On Sunday afternoon, I was ordered to go to my aunt's house. On my way back, I saw my former classmates playing basketball. My hands are tickling too. I think that my homework has been finished anyway. It's still early now. It's better to go back after playing basketball. Not lonely and arrogant, I forgot to look at the time when I was fighting, which made everyone come to me. Dad is very strict about rewards and punishments. Dad didn't say anything because I would come too late, but he made me afraid to go out for a week for fear that I would be late.
Later, my father said to me, "You'd better go out for a walk. Don't stay at home all the time. That's bad for your health. However, there are conditions. Don't come back too late." After listening to my father's words, I immediately opened my mouth, picked up a badminton racket and happily went out to play feathers. Since that day, I went home on time every day.
In my opinion, this is tolerance, and this is my father's love for me.
Father's love is everywhere in my life. I deeply felt my father's deep love for me.
One day, my father sent me to school. At the breakfast shop, my father ordered a lot of food for me. I wolfed down while my father stared at me silently. I looked at my father and said, "Father, you are hungry! Have some food, too!" But the father smiled and said, "Dear son, you eat. I will be satisfied when I see you are full." This remark made me feel warm. In a moment, I finished my breakfast. Father's face was beaming with a bright smile. My father led me to the school. Every time my father walked a section of the way, he would look back at me affectionately. I was embarrassed to be seen, so I accelerated to the school. When I entered the school, I found my father was not following me, so I couldn't help looking back at him. I saw my father standing on tiptoe outside the school, anxiously looking for my figure. When my eyes met his, I gave him a smile. When my father saw me, his anxiety was gone, and he turned to leave with peace of mind. I looked at my father's back, and the corners of my eyes were moist
Father's love is deep. I want to say a word to my father from the bottom of my heart. Although this word has been said thousands of times by the world, I want to say to my father: "I love you!"
The love between family members is precious only when we are parted,maybe.The love between my father and me is clearer,only when it is conducted by a three-thousand-kilometre-long phone line,and only then the bad time when we had some argument between us. These past few years,I felt regret for not understanding my Dad for so long.If only I were a good boy!M y Dad didnt demand that I should be very good at studying,never.He just hoped that I could live creatively.In my life,he sets a good example for me and teaches me how to study,how to be a good man and how to live in the world!
This is a very well-structured and reflective account of the relationship between a young man and his father.It has few mistakes in word order. But the simple style suits the subject.There is good use of detail in small incidents such as the father carrying the boy on his shoulders and the train journey.