Father loves songs

Father is like a song, I am a bird, and my father's love is the sky, I fly in the care of my father's love. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I swim in the warmth of my father's love. My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes it is the greatest father in the world. I remember that there was a severe winter in the year. I went to school and wore a cotton jacket. I was so cold that I couldn’t listen to my mother’s words. At this time, listening to Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is coming!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling, holding a cotton jacket in his hand and saying, "Come, put it on." I put on a cotton jacket, my body is warm, my heart is warmer, my father said, "I will pay attention later." I smiled and nodded. When I got home, my mother heard that I didn’t wear a cotton quilt when I went to school. I yelled at me and was about to hit me. Dad smiled and walked over and said, “Children are not sensible, forget it.” I am grateful. Looking at Dad, Dad taught me with tolerance. Another time, I was stunned outside and panicked at my mother. My mother’s criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of remorse. Dad saw me and hurriedly wiped my tears, gave me reason, and said to my mother: "It is not the best way to teach children to fight, it is necessary to give them reason. After all, it is still a child." Dad told me a lot. Reason, let me confess my conviction. I grew up day by day and knew to be grateful to my parents. I will hand a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; after eating, my mom and dad will rest, I will wash the dishes. I have a good father, he let me know what love is. I grew up in love, and my heart lit a grateful light to illuminate my life! Father remembers the day before, you told me; a 15-year-old girl was buried in the ruins, and the girl’s father spent 11 hours alone to rescue the girl. After the girl was rescued, she was tightly held with her father. The first sentence is: "Dad, I will not quarrel with you anymore." It turned out that before the earthquake, the father and the daughter had a fight, so... I heard this story, I was shocked, I Moved, a grateful feeling came to my heart. Remember: When I was one year old, you held me and told me stories. I thank you, laughing happily in my sleep. When I was two years old, the first sentence I said was: "Electric lights", you are extremely excited. I thank you, repeating the "lights." When I was three years old, you took me, helped me, taught me to learn to walk. You let go of my little hand, look at my awkward steps, and smile with relief. I thank you, practice repeatedly, and finally, I learned to walk. When I was four years old, I was afraid of taking medicine. That time, because I didn't take medicine, you hit me, the handprint was printed on my butt, and I cried so sad. You are distressed and bought a Transformer for me. I thank you, happy smile, but I haven't talked to you for a long time. When I was five years old, I went to a small class in a kindergarten. You took me to the school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and obedient, and unite and love with the children." I repay you, often praised by the teacher, saying that I am very obedient. When I was seven years old, I went to the first grade of the National Primary School. You asked me to go to school myself and told me to study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, but I will review it with me. I repay you, review is always trying to escape, always want to play. When I was eight years old, I won the certificate of "learning activists" during the "June 1". You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts. ... Time is like running water, blink of an eye, I am already fourteen years old, and I have stepped into the middle school. Look at you again - a lot of silver has been climbed on the head. But your love is still not old, your love is like a colorful halo, covering me. Give me strength and give me warmth. Sometimes, you are not my best friend; sometimes, there may be disagreements and conflicts; sometimes, I don’t understand you very well, or even dislike you. However, the father is the father, after all, is your father. Let us pay tribute to the man named "Dad" for a little while, and say "thank you" to him. Although sometimes I can't say it when I don't say it, but he always stays with me, listen to me bragging, listen to me, listen to me, talk to me, sadly... You are by my side, watching me grow up, watching me gradually learn to be strong ,Learn to be independent. Father, cares about me all the time and protects me. Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father loves the mountain, as strong as the mountain; stands like a mountain in obscurity; selfless dedication like the mountain, silently gives support and strength... Dad, I know, you also have troubles, you also have pressure, you will be exhausted. So, I will try to understand you. Come on! Dad! Father loves fragrance and talks about love. People often find the first mother's love in their minds. Mother's kind smile, careful care and careful care always touch us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to ignore. Because it is not like maternal love, the father often leaves behind a hard-working back and a serious face. Under the things we can see on the surface, the darkness hides something that is easily overlooked by us, with a sultry heart-- -Love. One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father to go for a walk in the park. The birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed at a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied: "It is a thrush bird." The father asked again: "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied: "The thrush bird." This is The father asked again: "What is this?" The middle-aged man thought that his father might be older and his ears were not good. He said, "It’s a thrush." ​​But the father asked the same question... Over the 10th time, the middle-aged man was impatient. He shouted "It's a thrush. Don't ask again!" The father was very calm, and he didn't have the meaning of a son. He used loving kindness. The tone said: "Thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I was here with naughty people. Because of curiosity, I was very excited and kept asking 'What is this?' There are 25 times. Every time I patiently replied: 'It’s a thrush. 'Because you think you are still young, curiosity is strong!” Then the son fell on his father and burst into tears, like a child. Every time we see life, the children on TV are going to leave the house and go out to make a living. The mother cried low, one after another, and the father always said only "Okay, it's time to go." So plain, who knows how many pains in the words in this short sentence? And love? He wants to cry too much, but he doesn't. His love bloomed in silence, only to smell a scent. Father love is speechless, I always think that there is no greater in the world than maternal love. Mom can take me to any place I want to go, buy what I love most, when she cries, she wipes tears for me... However, I have only personally felt that father and mother are as great as I love... At that time, my father always rushed to the cause and rarely asked me. I used to envy other people's fathers, they can help their children, and they can give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently. However, since I was a junior, my father has cared more about me and is much stricter. He bought me a lot of review materials, followed me to learn synchronously. It was both my classmate and my teacher. I helped him in English. He helped me in mathematics. We learned from each other and improved each other. My father changed like a person, then cared about me, loved me, for me, he and I learned late at night; for me, he waved with the computer; for me, he even resigned many banquets... see his father's white two Oh, my heart is crying. Looking back on the past, I have too many misunderstandings about my father. Resentful father can't accompany me more, complaining that his father doesn't often tutor me to study, complaining about his father... too much, too much! At the moment, I know that I am wrong. In the past, my father didn't love me, but gave me the love that was unknown and the love that would not be publicized. My father told me a story, let me know how to be a man, he loves me; buy me a lot of toys, he loves me; in order to let me go to school, he runs a career, he loves me; when I fall, he encourages me to stand up and be strong He loves me... Now think about it, my father is for me and I have paid too much love for this family. At night, lying on the bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking of his father's wrinkles, thinking of his father's day, my tears could not help but flow down the corner of my eyes, wet my pillow again and again. Dad, I love you, love you great, love you without words, you are my eternal pride! If the mother's love is like a blooming lily, and it has its charming fragrance in every corner, then the father's love is a jasmine, which silently spits its fresh fragrance in a corner! There has always been only the greatness of praising motherly love, but who knows the subtlety of fatherly love! How ordinary the word father is, but how extraordinary this love is. A jasmine may not have the aroma of spleen, but it will always make you feel fresh, feel elegant, and fatherly love is like this, as quiet as jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will be with you for the rest of your life. I quickly rose to the middle of the country, and the coursework was heavy. I had to do it on time before I finished my homework. I finished my homework at 9 or 10, and my father often complained that I didn't hurry. I am used to doing my homework in this way, writing and writing once, too late, and falling on the table. My father woke me up and criticized: "How can you do this! I don't believe that you still have the spirit to listen to tomorrow. Usually do not take time to work until the evening! What is the use of you, just don't listen!" After that, I did not care about me at all, and gave me a slap in the face of my room to make a good fall. I immediately turned off the light and lay down on the bed. I felt a great grievance in my heart and thought: "Other people can not finish their homework. Is there anything wrong with me doing this? Just dragging the point, is it wrong? Can you blame me?" The slap in the face made me cry like boiling water, total I feel that my father is too inhuman. My father stopped talking to me, I ignored him, and I often used hostile eyes. I am so sad that I feel very uncomfortable. Every day I read the words in my memory, I always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on the desk. The text is as follows: Child, I am not trying to beat you, but the iron is not steel. Others' children have finished their homework early, and they are still playing downstairs. You learn this every day, how can your body hold up, and Dad hopes that you can learn every minute and every minute, not letting time pass by, but you can’t just see it. Every night at that time. I love your father. I saw the traces of tears that were wiped out on the note. I somewhat shake my will. I wrote a reply letter; Dad, I am not trying to anger you. The previous thing is that I am not right. It is not good for me to treat you like that. But you have to understand me. When other children's children take time to finish their homework, they go out to play, I can't. I know my father’s good intentions. My son, I am in tears, and my heart is full of regrets. I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket. At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love. I really want to say to my father: "Dad, I am wrong!" After the two letters, I met my father but I didn't know what to say. He said to me: "Dinner!" I clearly heard that I promised, "Well!" He left me a note: Children, Dad believes in you, you are pursuing your goal, Dad is not demanding you. What to do, as long as you think it is right, you can do it! I have deeply felt my father's love for me and my intentions. Inspired by love, I must study hard, and play the battle of the ascendant in the beautiful and bright, to repay my father's love. When he was four years old, one eye was hit by a flying stone, and the blood flowed like a note. After being taken to the hospital, the doctor shook his head and said that the wound was too heavy to be healed, and only the child was given some simple potions. My father didn't give up, holding the child to Shanghai, where the best ophthalmology was done at the time, but the doctors in Shanghai completely shattered his father's hopes. They firmly said: "There is no medical treatment for the eyes." The father took the child to the street and could not help but Compassion comes from the middle of the street, sitting on the street and crying. The child who is not sensible asks: "Dad, how are you crying?" When the son was six years old, his right eye was already white, very ugly. He asked his father: "Why is one of my eyes white?" The father was speechless. My father knows that the child will pay the price of a lifetime for this eye, and he will do anything harder than others. The father works in a granite factory and is responsible for shipping. That year, he had an accident in the workshop. When lifting a piece of granite of about five tons, the chain suddenly broke and smashed into the pile, and the broken stone hit the face like a bullet. He suddenly had a black eyes and could not see anything. After being taken to the hospital, one of his eyes was lighter than the child, and the other eye was not a problem. But he actually refused treatment! He asked the factory that he could not pay the medical expenses to him if he did not look at the injured eye. The factory asked him why he did this. He said that he wanted to use the money to put a fake eye on his son. The factory is certainly not acceptable for this proposal, insisting that he go to the hospital to treat the injured eye. He still refused. In order to avoid worries, the factory asked him to write a letter of guarantee. The content of the factory was that if the eyes were blind and had nothing to do with the factory, he really wrote it. Many people think that he is crazy, but he does not explain anything. Twenty years later, the father had opened an embroidery factory, and people called him a one-eyed factory manager. His son is very handsome and can't see that he is disabled. That year, the child got married with a beautiful girl. At the wedding, someone asked the bride: "Do you care if he only has one eye?" The bride said: "Although he has only one eye, he is bigger than normal. And the groom smiled and said: "Because I only have one eye, I aimed at her like a hunter." The people were teased by the words of the new couple. At the son's wedding reception, the old father was drunk. He pointed to one of his own blinks and said to his relatives and friends: "Do you know why my eyes didn't go to cure in the past?" The old man said: "Previously my son often asked me why my eyes were white. I took my son. To the side, pointing to his own blink of an eye, said, son, father is also like this, this is called heredity." Everyone listened, all squatting there!

Linyi Pingyang Middle School, Houma City, Linyi, Shanxi, China: Jiao Haoran