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!

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I remember the day before, you told me that a 15-year-old girl was buried in the rubble, 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...

After listening to this story, I was shocked, I was moved, and 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.

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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!

Fatherly love fragrance

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.

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

When I was young, I always thought that there was no greater world than motherly 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 love is as great as maternal love...

When I was a child, my father always rushed to his career 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!

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