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Parental love

When we grow up day by day, our parents are getting old day by day, and when our children are growing up day by day, we are inevitably aging day by day. Life is precisely this kind of reciprocating cycle, which is passed on and continued endlessly, birth, old age, sickness and death, metabolism, passed down from generation to generation, and the laws of nature are irresistible!

When we are both parents and children, we truly understand the hearts of our parents for their children, the deep love of our parents for our children, and the infatuation of our parents for our children. It is only when we become human parents that we deeply understand the kind of giving, giving, and giving that our parents give to us without asking for anything in return...... The love of parents for their children is really the most selfless, greatest love among all kinds of love in the world!

In the early years, because I was young and vigorous, I often thought that my parents would nag and be verbose, and my thoughts could not keep up with the situation because of some problems and differences in the understanding of society and life, even if I went home once a year, I inadvertently made my parents angry. Think about it, you are really ignorant! Can't you say a few words to make your parents happy? Can't you just go along with them and say not to argue with them? Are you happy to make them angry? Alas! But when you regret it, it's too late, and you don't have a chance.

Of course, parents do not care about their children, no matter how wrong their children are, parents are always concerned about the fate of their children, and about their children's future and future. I remember that my little sister had not yet started a family in those years, and my father always said: "When the eldest sister has his own home, I will not have to worry about it, rest assured." But where can parents rest assured, they are always thinking about their children all the time, for the sake of our work, study, family, sisters' unity, personal development, etc., always give us encouragement and confidence when we encounter setbacks, so that we can overcome difficulties and get out of difficulties; When we are forgetful, we ring the alarm bell, calm and self-reflection, so that we are not arrogant and impatient, honest people, solid work, whether in good times or bad times, parents always point out our shortcomings in time, help us see ourselves, know ourselves, they are always concerned about our every bit of achievements and mistakes, for our steps to walk on the right course to worry about responsibility.

Our parents are really kind to us, and their love is as deep as the sea!

"Whoever says an inch is careless, he will be rewarded with three springs." "The world says that the gods are good, but only the children and grandchildren cannot forget them; there are many infatuated parents in ancient times, and who has seen the filial piety of the children and grandchildren"?

It was the parents who built their families, and it was the union of their lives that gave birth to each of us as individuals in that moment, making us a unique me among billions, a me that distinguishes us from all of them. From our babbling to toddler, it is our parents who have led all the way, cared for all the way, nurtured all the way, and disciplined all the way to make us a real person, so that we can live up to the title of human beings all our lives.

Although I have always been a person who respects my parents, but because I have not been by my parents' side for many years, no matter how I have not fully achieved the good wishes in my heart; I have always thought that after retirement, I can have enough time to be with them, do some trivial things for them, take care of their diet and daily life, accompany them day and night, share the family, and give them more joy and joy in their old age; I also want to have the conditions, accompany them everywhere, see, hard work all their lives, and let them feel the sweetness of life, the great changes of the times。

But now, the son's desire for filial piety is not there! The good wish to take good care of them has not been realized, and the desire to listen to the father's teachings has never been possible.

It's like a machine that has been running non-stop for a lifetime, during which there is no maintenance and repair, and many parts are seriously worn. My father quietly left one morning, without saying goodbye to us or leaving a last word! Now I can only pay homage to my father's portrait and pray for it: Dear father, although my daughter loves you very much, she does not make you angry, and my daughter is sorry for you! My daughter knows that you also love your daughter the most, and often praises her daughter to your colleagues in the bureau, and everyone knows that your daughter is your pride, your happiness, and your happiness. But in front of your daughter, you always look for faults and point out shortcomings, and you want your daughter to be more perfect and more progressive! Why doesn't your daughter understand your heart? You are a loving father and a strict father, and it was you and your mother who raised us together. If our mother takes care of us more in life, then you are more in our thoughts, father. Father, are you okay over there? Daughter, I will always be grateful to you, I will always miss you, we will take good care of my mother, and you can rest in peace!

Dear father, on your tombstone, your sons and daughters have engraved this eulogy for you: "The majestic posture is majestic and strong, the battlefield resists the Japanese invaders, and the reputation is notorious, and the border trees are high in their old age." This is a decent and bright portrayal of your life, and you deserve to be a model for us!

Here, I want to say to my parents with the voice from the bottom of my heart:

I am grateful to my parents for their hard work and hardships for my growth, and to my parents for injecting the sweet spring of love and the essence of love into our lives.

I am grateful to my parents: it was you who taught me how to be strong in the face of bad luck, so that I did not lose confidence when I encountered any difficulties in these years of independent life, and I was able to face them calmly and bravely; you taught me a lot of principles of life, so that I should understand that I should help those who are in distress, encourage those who are frustrated, relieve those who are embarrassed, remind those who are doubtful, say a word of pride to those who have low self-esteem, and comfort those who are in pain. I am grateful to my parents for teaching me along the way of my life, so that I know what is good, good, and upright, what is evil, ugly, and despicable, what is worth emulating and what cannot be involved, what should be pursued hard, what should be consciously resisted, what should be generous and loving, and what should be jealous and hateful!

Grateful to our parents is also grateful to ourselves, and our parents' today is also our own tomorrow!

Let us be grateful, the cycle of life will have a virtuous circle and beautiful splendor!

A different kind of love

My mom has been tutoring me at home, saying it's tutoring, but her knowledge is of little use. But she is different from other mothers, other mothers mostly spoil their children, but my mother never spoils me or gets used to me.

Once, I burned my hand while pouring hot water at home. Mom only told me to rinse with cold water. I thought at the time that my mother didn't love me at all, I glared at my mother, frowned, and I didn't keep silent when my mother asked me. At night, I woke up in pain and heard my parents talking, and my father said to my mother in a blaming tone: "The child burns his hands, you don't care, how do you do it?" "I don't care, the child burns his hands, don't I feel distressed? She is also my child, and she is also my heart!" I seemed to hear my mother crying, and my mother continued, "I do this to make her stronger, not to let her become a flower in the greenhouse, I don't care about her, just like a tree planter who doesn't help water the tree, let the tree find its own water, and don't rely on others!" Hearing this, tears moistened my eyes, and I thought to myself: Mom, I will not disappoint your hopes for me. Mom gave me a different kind of love! Another time, I forgot to bring an English book and called my mother to deliver it, but she said, "No." "Send it, my dear mother. "No, there is a first time and a second time. "No, there won't be a second time!" "No, don't say it." With that, he hung up the phone. I was so angry that my face turned red, I stomped on the floor, gritted my teeth, and walked away in a rage! When I got home, my mother told me why she didn't deliver the books, and my heart calmed down a lot.

My mother gave me a different kind of love, a different experience, a different experience, and a different feeling. Her different approach to education has taught me more!

A different kind of love

Let's do it because of love. Because we love others in our hearts, we know how to "let".

Remember the story of "Piggy Crossing the River"?

There are two piglets that live on both sides of the river. Once, both of them had to cross the only single-plank bridge over the river because they were in a hurry. They looked at each other on both sides of the bridge, but none of them lifted their feet onto the single-plank bridge. At this time, the white piglet smiled politely, turned sideways, and motioned for the black piggy to pass first.

In the end, the two little pigs reached the other side, and they laughed happily at each other, and from then on, they became best friends.

Let, let out a sincere and valuable friendship. It is also because of love that they understand each other's hearts and make them know how to be humble.

I recall a spring outing, which was to climb a mountain. The narrow mountain road seems to fluctuate up and down under the crowd. The boys were motivated and ran in front to lead the way, while the girls followed behind with pale faces.

"Snake ——!" suddenly came from a scream from the pile of girls.

The timid girl messed up and wanted to squeeze forward, but a group of strong boys stood in the way!

At this time, the boys invariably "brushed" to both sides, and the narrow mountain road gave way to a wide ladder. At this moment, there seems to be a warm current flowing in my heart, as warm as enjoying the warm sunshine in winter.

Let's give up a piece of the sky, a sky that keeps us at no distance from each other. This is the generous love, the heart-to-heart communication, the love and the exchange of love, so that we know how to "let" when we are in danger.

I once had to squeeze the bus to school, and when I arrived at the station, I felt like I had entered a vegetable market.

People kept the same posture and expression—leaning forward, frowning, looking anxious, but their eyes were unusually attentive, flashing golden from time to time, and they were all debt collectors. I writhed and blended into the crowd.

Slowly "walking" a car, staring at the "sardines" in the car, the warm morning sun became hot, but I still rushed up with the crowd.

People rushing to work and going to school are crowded and forced, and the narrow door is getting narrower and narrower. Suddenly, the back was no longer crowded, and when I looked back, an old man walked slowly, and the people in front of me quietly gave way to a way, and just like that, a commotion also subsided.

Let's let out a literacy. This is because we know the virtue of respecting the old and loving the young.

Let is a virtue, a different kind of love, love, and friendship...... But "let" brings our hearts closer and makes the blue sky broader!

A different kind of love

A different kind of love

Every newborn baby is a weak elf. In order to prevent them from being harmed, God gave them two holy angels, the Father and the Mother. Since then, the most precious feelings in the world have been born.

I don't think my father ever cared about me as much as my mother. When it was cold, my mother was the first to ask me if it was cold, when I was eating, my mother always served me vegetables, and when I was shopping, my father always asked me to carry things, but my mother knew that I was still young. It seems that in the eyes of the father, the child is not important.

If it hadn't been for that, I'm afraid I'd have misunderstood my father for the rest of my life.

It was a sunny Sunday afternoon, and I went for a walk with my father. My father was watching others play chess, and I was so active by nature that I couldn't bear to be lonely, so I went to another place to play crazy without saying a word to my father.

It was spring, and I was enjoying the beautiful scenery. Suddenly, a puppy sprang out and barked at me. I muttered to myself, "Hmph, you puppy, I've provoked you, what are you yelling at me! Don't think I'm afraid of you." So I yelled at the dog, "Wow!" I thought I would scare the dog away, but the dog roared and rushed at me. I was stupefied and stood there at a loss. Suddenly, there was a rush of footsteps behind me, it was my father! The dog stopped chasing me and went to bite my father. I heard my father keep saying, "Go, go, go!" but the dog didn't stop, and ran up and bit my father's leg. My father always held me tightly and chased the dog away in pain.

On the way home, I asked my father more than once, "Will the dog come back?" and looked back from time to time. And my father replied to me again and again, "Don't worry, the dog won't come, I've already driven it away!"

Looking back now, I finally understand that my father didn't care about me, in fact, his eyes never took off me. It's that he is not as good at expressing love as his mother.

Father's love is not as earth-shattering as mother's love, nor is it slightly sweet like friendship, it is like a summer lotus, exuding a faint fragrance, like a strong cup of coffee, which is intoxicating. Let's think of our father who loved us deeply but was not good at expressing love when the breeze blew.

Maybe I was too young to appreciate my mother's love, and I always felt that the love was very hazy, and I couldn't touch the edges, and sometimes, I even had a little boredom. Thinking about it so far, I feel that I was so naïve and ridiculous at the beginning, and I can't help but feel a kind of remorse in my heart, maybe I inadvertently broke my mother's heart.

Now I am far away from my hometown and relatives, and I live alone in this strange city. Although I have new classmates and teachers, there is always a feeling of emptiness in my heart. Whenever this happens, I always get to my mother's phone, maybe I don't have anything to talk about, I just want to hear her voice. I have lived in my mother's love for so many years, but I have never tasted that kind of love with my heart. Thinking about it now, I can't help but feel a trace of regret in my heart, but the past is like smoke, and it will be dispersed as soon as the wind blows, how can it withstand that gathering and letting go.

The day before yesterday, my mother called and told me that I was going to change the sky and asked me to add more clothes. At that time, my heart was warm, and my eyes were wet, although the distance of thousands of miles blocked the extension of the field of vision, but it was inseparable from the mother's concern for her children. Unconsciously, I remembered a lot of past events, and there were countless shadows dancing in front of me, gradually .......

I remember when I was a child, my family was relatively poor, and in order to support the family, my mother had to go to the construction site as a laborer and a coolie. When we got home in the evening, they had to cook for us and do our laundry. Every day was so busy, every day was so hard, but she never complained about anything. The food at home is very poor, only during the holidays, my mother will buy some meat back, but she has never eaten these meats, always put them in my bowl and my sister, whenever my sister and I asked, she always smiled and said to us: "Mom, I don't like to eat this, you can eat it!"

When I was in my third year of high school, I was very tired from studying, and I could only go home after 11 o'clock every night. Whenever you are close to the door, it is always very warm, surrounded by endless darkness, only the little light in front of the house is so dazzling. I knew my mom was waiting for me, and she always slept after I went to bed and prepared a big breakfast for me before I woke up. Sometimes I feel that life in the third year of high school is not so difficult, maybe because my mother has shared too many hardships for me.

Now that I'm in college, I feel like I'm still a child in my mother's eyes. Every time I left home, my mother told me to call her when I got to school to report that I was safe. However, sometimes if you are careless, you forget your mother's words. The next morning, my mother would always call, and her voice was very concerned, as if she was afraid that something would happen to me, and I sometimes felt very incomprehensible. Later, I heard from my sister that it was difficult for my mother to sleep at night if she didn't receive my calls, and she was just too worried about me. Maybe this is a mother's love! Although sometimes it is not understood by the children, that affection has never weakened. Now that I think about it, I really hate my carelessness and hurt my mother, who loves me.

Mother's love, like a warm wind, warms my heart all the time. She gave me a kind of strength and made me experience the purest and most simple feelings in the world. I don't know how to thank my mother, even the most beautiful words in the world are pale, even the most dazzling wealth in the world is dull, I just want to gently hold my mother's hand, look into her eyes with happy eyes, and whisper to her, "Mom, it's good to have you by your side." ”

I love my parents

The four words "I love my parents" sound very ordinary, but these ordinary words contain a very strong love.

When I was in kindergarten, the children in my class were very bold in class activities and said whatever came to mind. However, I was very timid, I didn't raise my hand to answer questions in any class, and I didn't participate in many activities in the class. My parents learned about my situation from the teacher, patiently guided and educated me, and I was very inspired. Gradually, I became the same as the children in the class, lively and cheerful, and had the courage to raise my hand to answer questions, and the teacher also said that I had changed a lot. Actually, it's all the credit of my parents, and I thank my parents from the bottom of my heart.

I was most touched by an incident that happened during the summer vacation of my second grade. One day during the summer vacation, for some reason, I suddenly fell ill, with allergic skin and feeling unwell. Mom and Dad rushed me to the hospital, and they ran back and forth to find me, see a doctor, and buy medicine. My dad accompanied me for the infusion, my mom went home to cook for me and took me to the hospital, and my mom and dad took turns busy. After a few days of treatment and the careful care of my parents, my illness quickly improved, but my father was also tired of catching a cold, and I am very grateful to them. And my parents continue to serve me for free。。。。。。

Parents' love is honey, always warm and sweet, parents' love is flowers, always open in a happy place, parents' love is a big tree, always leafy, parents' love is the sea, always broad and deep.

Let us sincerely wish all parents "Thank you, Mom and Dad." May you always be young and always healthy".

I love my parents

The four words "I love my parents" sound very ordinary, but these ordinary words contain a very strong love.

When I was in kindergarten, the children in my class were very bold in class activities and said whatever came to mind. However, I was very timid, I didn't raise my hand to answer questions in any class, and I didn't participate in many activities in the class. My parents learned about my situation from the teacher, patiently guided and educated me, and I was very inspired. Gradually, I became the same as the children in the class, lively and cheerful, and had the courage to raise my hand to answer questions, and the teacher also said that I had changed a lot. Actually, it's all the credit of my parents, and I thank my parents from the bottom of my heart.

I was most touched by an incident that happened during the summer vacation of my second grade. One day during the summer vacation, for some reason, I suddenly fell ill, with allergic skin and feeling unwell. Mom and Dad rushed me to the hospital, and they ran back and forth to find me, see a doctor, and buy medicine. My dad accompanied me for the infusion, my mom went home to cook for me and took me to the hospital, and my mom and dad took turns busy. After a few days of treatment and the careful care of my parents, my illness quickly improved, but my father was also tired of catching a cold, and I am very grateful to them. And my parents continue to serve me for free。。。。。。

Parents' love is honey, always warm and sweet, parents' love is flowers, always open in a happy place, parents' love is a big tree, always leafy, parents' love is the sea, always broad and deep.

Let us sincerely wish all parents "Thank you, Mom and Dad." May you always be young and always healthy".

What do I give you in return, my father

At the crossroads of the Winter Clothes Festival on the first day of October, I burst into tears. Tears blurred my eyes in the street lights, car lights, and firelight, and my father who left me in the tears nodded to me with a smile, and I didn't care about the surprised eyes of passers-by, and I didn't care about the shrill horns of the vehicles passing by, and I couldn't suppress the bitterness and longing in my heart for nearly three months, and I cried! "Dad—I miss you so much!"

Three months ago, my father left me forever! In the days when I had his old man, I never thought about the true meaning of my father in my life, I always thought that my father's contribution to his children was justified, and I accepted that selfless dedication with peace of mind, and sometimes I was angry that I could not get what I wanted and my father could not give. I regret it so much!

"My father is the ladder to the sky", "My father is the ox that pulls the cart", I thank you, father, you are the one who gave me life and taught me to be a man. Fatherly love is deep, you have never expressed it in words, but it has taught me to be grateful to people and things in life. I don't know what I should repay you, I don't know what you can repay with your kindness, I haven't had time to repay you, you're gone, forever!

Think about the past, your strict requirements for me were regarded by me as harsh, your care and consideration for me were regarded as nagging by me, and your diligence and thrift were regarded as stingy by me. But without all this, how could I have now been often praised and sensible? How could I have the comfortable life I have now? Everything I have is given to me by you, Father, I didn't have time to say thank you, and you left!

I still remember that you taught me to memorize Tang poems and Chairman Mao's poems when I was learning to speak, and I knew that "the dung was the marquis of ten thousand households back then", and I was your pride at that time!

Remember your knowing smile as you held my report card

I still remember when I was a child, when I was sick, you carried me around to seek medical treatment, and before I was in pain, you were sweating profusely - it was painful to sweat!

Remember the snowman under the street lamp on a snowy night in the cold winter, that is when you waited for your son to come home from school

I remember when I was a teenager, you would still cover me with a kick-off quilt in the middle of the night.

Do you still remember when I was sick and dying, and you called my name anxiously in my ear! How could I be willing to leave this lovely world! This call made me wonder if you were still strong?

I still remember that in your last days, although you didn't wake up, you subconsciously heard my cry, you wiped away your tears for me, and touched me tremblingly!

Remember, remember......

A lot, a lot, I don't dare to think about it anymore, I don't want to think about it anymore, and I don't have the courage to continue to think, your kindness is as big as the sky, now the sky is falling, I am at a loss, you want me to support this home for you, complete your unfulfilled responsibilities for you, I am so afraid that I will not do well, I will live up to your entrustment, I am so helpless!

Do you know? I really want to talk to you about my heart, but because of the same stubbornness in our character, there have been many contradictions, and there has not been a single heart-to-heart exchange, and I have never had a chance to apologize to you, which is my eternal regret in this life. Maybe in your mind, I am an ignorant son, but do you know? Your every move subtly affects me, and I will take every step of my life according to your requirements, don't worry!

I will no longer be discouraged and disappointed in life, I will no longer be pessimistic and sad, I will live a strong life like you, fulfill your unfulfilled wishes, and repay your nurturing kindness, although I can't repay it!

I am now at this crossroads, burning paper money for you, and letting you buy winter clothes, I want to ask if there is really a road to heaven here, and if I can bring my thoughts, my belated grateful heart to you. And let Feng'er take away my lingering thoughts and gratitude, can you feel your son's heart in another world, forgive your son for being stubborn and ignorant, and hope that our family will still live a happy life under your protection.

Thanks to you, Father!

Three years ago, during the summer vacation, I was going to take the piano grade 5 exam, and that day, the weather was cloudy as if it was about to rain.

Dad sent me to the place where I took the exam and waited outside, I looked at my dad worriedly, and my dad nodded to me, signaling me to take the exam boldly and boldly.

We lined up inside, and the adults waited outside, all with an anxious look on their faces.

Finally it was my turn, and I sat there. I knew it was thundering, and then I heard the sound of rain and I thought, "Damn! What a bad weather, I was asking him to rain, is this a bad omen? I started to read the score for the last time, because I was about to start my first piano exam. I suddenly put down the score and thought, "Dad is still outside!" It's raining so hard outside, no, I must pass the test this time, and I can't live up to my father's confidence in me.

After a long time, I came out, it seemed that the rain was not so heavy, I found my dad in the crowd, my dad was holding an umbrella, and eagerly asked me how I was doing, I told him that it was okay, and it basically popped up.

After a few weeks, I knew the scores, I passed the test, and I jumped up with excitement and saw my dad smiling。。。。。。

Dad's "love" is subtle, I don't want my mother to show it like that, as soon as I get home, I miss you so much!" and Dad's "love" is a kind of "love" hidden in the heart.

615 Answerer: lingqiyong