The quality of fatherly love

Friends, when we are still as soft and tender birds, when we hear the children singing "There is only a mother in the world", when we are deceived by life, the mother builds a warm and safe nest with the wings of love. The mother melted the ice in our hearts with frequent kisses. It was the mother's bitter and persuasive comfort that made us smile. And our father, with his shoulders, lifted the nest to a thick tree on the hillside of the sunny sun. Although often reprimanded or beaten by my father, in the journey of life, in addition to the warmth of the mother, we also enjoy another kind of deep and powerful love, and receive a deep gaze, severe teachings, and a blessing in the end. We are proud of having such a father - a father who unites wisdom, strength and dignity. If the mother's love shapes our kind heart, then the father's love casts our standing waist. The image of the father has an indispensable position in every individual or every nation. The father's thick hand, the wrinkles of the annual ring, the life of the vicissitudes of life, is a heavy book, read it carefully, there will be many exciting feelings.

Recently, I read the "Father and Son in the Earthquake" written by American writer Mark Hanlin. The article writes a story about the 1989 earthquake that struck the Los Angeles area, killing 300,000 people in less than four minutes. A young father settled his injured wife and rushed to him. The 7-year-old only child, Amanda, attends school. In front of him, the three-story building that was filled with laughter and laughter from the children has become a ruin. He suddenly felt dark in front of his eyes and shouted: "Amanda, my son!" After crying on the ground for a while, he suddenly remembered that he often said to his son: "No matter what happens, I will always be with you!" He firmly stood up and walked to the ruins.

Many parents left desperately after crying. Only Amanda’s father was digging hard, shouting desperately, and asking others to help, but others stopped him from digging, saying that he was in danger and shook his head and sighed away. He dug for 8 hours, 24 hours, 36 hours in one breath, no one came to stop him. His face was dusty, his eyes were covered with bloodshot eyes, his body was ruined, and blood was everywhere. In the 38th hour, he heard the voice of the child: "Dad, is that you?" "Amanda, my son!" "I told the students not to be afraid, saying that as long as my father is alive, I must come to save me. You can also save everyone. Because you said: no matter what happens, you will always be with me!" As a result, 14 children were rescued.

The father firmly believes that his love is eternal, and the power of love is enormous. This is the response of the power of life to summon another life. The 7-year-old child is not afraid of facing a huge disaster, and he firmly believes that Dad will come to save him. It can be seen that his father’s love for the child has a life note and has brought the password of life. This is the praise of life, this is the legend of love. This is the father's most sacred annotation to life.

I have always complained that my father is "too fierce and too embarrassed" and always thinks that his father is "not close to human feelings." I started studying at the age of 7 and helped my family with some chores. After school every day, I have to go up the mountain to pull rabbit grass, cut pigs, shepherd cattle, and firewood. Every morning, when I get bright, I have to catch the ducks to the ridges of the second mile, and send the breakfast to the mountain for my father to eat. Also cut some cattle grass so that when the father rests, let the cattle eat and plow the field. Going home after going home, but often being criticized by the teacher late, and then the parents explained the reasons to the teacher, I became the only person in the school who was late and not criticized. After 11 years old, during my summer vacation, I will go out early and return late. My father asked me to go to the Quartet pit in Yanmen, 30 miles away, to cut firewood. Take the firewood home and dry it, so that the firewood can be sold for the tuition fee for the semester. Every time before going out, my father always told me: "Be careful, pick a little less, and the road must go!" Slowly, I also learned the techniques of cutting wood, bundling wood, picking up the mountains, and learning the mountains. Some proverbs spoken at the time. For example, "Cut enough, no" is said to be "without", "meat" is said to be "hard grain", "wine" is said to be "three points", and "going home" is said to be "going". My father said that the proverb was Tugituri and he could go home safely. Those who have not chopped firewood can not understand the bitterness of it. When I was 14 years old, I was admitted to Wencheng Middle School's first high school key class. The whole village was happy for me, but my father was unhappy. Our family of eight people, relying on their father to go up the mountain to do farm life to maintain a family life. The problem of food and clothing is a problem, but the economy is still struggling, but my father still let me go to school, and said to me with great enthusiasm: "Children, the way to go by themselves, not to wear and wear than others, to learn, to listen to the teacher, To unite classmates, our family is poor, is there any way?" The rich hometown of the hometown has to go more than 30 miles of mountain roads, and go home every week to pick up food and vegetables. For a 14-year-old weak, This is awkward. Others bring white rice, meat, etc., and I can only bring half a catty of white rice a few pounds a year. When my father was farming, he occasionally picked up food for me several times. Sometimes it is windy and rainy, the sky is overcast, the road is crowded, and people are alone on the road, and they are very scared. I really envy other students who have money to study by car. I also envy other students who can buy food at school, have money to buy supplements, and have money to buy extracurricular books. During my study, my parents didn't give me a penny of money, I didn't buy a supplement for me, and even a set of mathematics and physics books that I had dreamed of didn't get. When the night is quiet, I often think of my family, because of the malnourished and weak body, I can't help but burst into tears. Why do parents often complain that their parents are farmers rather than national workers who receive wages? Why is our family so poor? ......

Now parents know that other children's children are coming back from school, not eating chickens and ducks, eating other supplements, and giving their children five yuan and ten yuan of pocket money. As a result, parents often blame themselves and often complain that they are incompetent. I often comfort my parents: "I have not blamed you, and I am proud of having parents like you. Although you have given me less material wealth, but you have given me a lot of spiritual wealth. You let me suffer more, Let me know how to use my own efforts to create a new life with human life. So, on the road of life, when I shed tears, I sweat, even when the pain is extremely, I don’t sigh. The quality of your love for children is Very high. I will pass on the high-quality love you gave me to your grandchildren. Without you to make me suffer, there will be no me and achievements today."

There is no doubt that parents can give children a lot of love, but also can save a child a lot of money or a lot of supplies to provide children with certain living conditions, but they can not replace the child to suffer setbacks and life, because parents can not accompany their children for a lifetime. It is difficult to grow a towering tree in the greenhouse. Although every parent loves their children, the quality of love is different. Some love is like water, and after running through the thirsty throat of the child, there is no trace. Some love is like a drop of thick blood, injected into the child's body and mind, all the life flowing on the child, giving the power of life.

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