Fatherly love

Everyone says mother love, what a wonderful word. But you have forgotten the word father love, but we all love our father, because my father does not have such a strict mother, I have feelings for my mother, but there is nothing to say to my father, no language can express My feelings for my father. My father’s feelings for me made me want to cry. The father loves the mountain, tall and embarrassed, makes me look forward to not daring to climb; father loves the sky, rough and far-reaching, let me sigh and dare to scream; father loves like a river, slender and source, let me 淌Not dare to get involved. Fatherly love is profound, great, pure and unrewardable, but fatherly love is bitter, incomprehensible, melancholy and unattainable. When it comes to 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.

According to ancient legends, my mother gave me flesh and blood, which made me grow, but my father gave me bones and made me stand. My father gave me a revelation, taught me a lesson, and gave me a love that was temporarily incomprehensible but rewarded for life. And this love is the father's life's contribution.

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.

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Time is like running water. In a blink of an eye, I am already fourteen years old and have entered 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’m not talking, he always stays with me, listens to me bragging, listens to me, hears me, tells me about sad things...

You are by my side, watching me grow up, watching me gradually learn to be strong and 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. The father loves the mountain, as strong as the mountain; stands like a mountain in obscurity; as selfless dedication to the mountain, silently gives support and strength...

Dad, I know, you have troubles too, you have pressure, you will be tired. So, I will try to understand you. Come on! Dad!

There is a kind of love. It is silent and serious. At that time, it is often impossible to complain. However, it makes you feel more and more tasteful in the days afterwards. It will never be forgotten in life. It is the broad and boundless fatherly love.

First day: Zhang Wenzhao