Love is like the warm wind in spring, blowing your heart; Motherly love is like a continuous drizzle, patting your face and nourishing your heart; Motherly love is like a stove in winter, which gives you warm sunshine in severe winter.

I remember when I was a child, it was very cold one winter. Dad is on a business trip, and my mother has to take care of both the business in the store and me. However, my mother wouldn't let me go out to play and let me stay at home for fear of catching a cold. But she was disobedient and sneaked out while my mother was busy. As a result, in the early morning, I had a high fever and my mother was frightened. You said my dad wasn't here, and it was just my mom and me. What should I do? My mother immediately took me to the hospital. It was dark on the road, and I was scared. I called out to my mother. My mother said, "Lulu, don't be afraid. Just lie on my mother's back." When I arrived at the emergency room of the hospital, I saw a doctor, who took my temperature. At first glance, the fever is 4 1 celsius. The doctor said to my mother, "How did you become a mother?" The children were burned like this. How did they get sent here? Must be hospitalized, and go through the hospitalization procedures quickly! "Mom just said silently," Well ... "

But maternal love is sometimes severe, and my mother never relaxes in my study. It was the first semester of grade five, and I got 76 points in English. When I handed the paper to my mother in fear and trembling, her mother didn't say a word to me when she saw the score. A man walked into the bedroom and slammed the door. I really can't help it. I walked into the bedroom, stood in front of my mother with tears and said, "Mom, hit me!" " You hit me! I am disobedient, and I will study hard in the future. "Mom said with tears in her eyes," Lulu, mom won't hit you, but you have to remember that if you want to get ahead and be a person who contributes to the country in the future, you have to be down-to-earth, step by step, and study hard from now on! "

Maternal love is the greatest kind of love. Children are flowers and plants watered by their mothers with their own love, and their growth cannot be separated from every drop of their mothers' love. A mother, who escorts her children all her life, silently guides them behind her back. Can we repay our mother's love? Just like: "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three spring rays."

Great maternal love

As the saying goes, "the thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children", and maternal love is great. From the moment you were born, God gave you an angel who will always be with you. Her name is Mom.

When I was in grade one, my father worked in other places and my mother was the head teacher in a middle school. She is busy with work and often comes home late. But her love for me hasn't diminished at all. I remember it was a night when silver peas fell from the sky. Because of a cold, I rest at home. My mother was still teaching students in the classroom, but at this moment, I suddenly had a high fever and my forehead was extremely hot. And my mother just dragged her tired body home and saw that I had a high fever, so she quickly picked me up and rushed out. There are no pedestrians and cars in the street, only her thin figure shuttles through the rain. A cold wind blew and I sneezed. My mother seems to have noticed something. She held me in her arms and wrapped me in her furry coat. Then, act quickly and run to the hospital.

When I arrived at the hospital, my mother didn't even breathe, so she held me for registration, injection and infusion. I was crying all the time during the injection, so my mother took my hand and whispered to me, "Dear daughter, don't cry, mom will always be by your side." At that time, after listening to this sentence, my body seemed to be full of strength at once. My mother stayed with me day and night during the infusion. I am hungry, she feeds me, I want to sleep, and she tells me stories.

I lost two days and two nights, and my mother stayed with me for two days and two nights. I have recovered from my illness and gained weight, but my mother's eyes are red, and I have lost a lot of weight with dark circles. I will study hard in the future and repay my mother with excellent results.

Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.

My father looks like a slow person. He is usually unsmiling and serious. As far as I can remember, he didn't seem to hug me or say a warm word to me. After a long time, I don't think my father likes me at all. Every time I see him, I feel a little "scared" for no reason.

Perhaps seeing the recognition of our father and son's feelings, my mother told me a few things, which opened the floodgate of my memory. My mother told me that when I was born, my mother was in the operating room, and my father was waiting anxiously outside the door. He kept walking around. Knowing that the mother and son were safe, he jumped up happily and quickly bought some candy and melon seeds to distribute to everyone he met. Dad can't control his feelings. I don't know how many times he walked into the corridor and let the tears of happiness flow.

And when I was six or seven years old, one night, my mother worked the night shift, and my father took me to the newly-built stadium to play. At that time, the lights in the square were not installed, but many people came to exercise. As soon as I got to the edge of the court, I rushed into the sea like an arrow, and my father called me from behind. I pretended not to hear, for fear that he would restrict my freedom. When I enjoyed myself for a while, I found my father was not with me. Suddenly, I felt a little scared. I know the disaster is great, and I am worried about the bad guys. I was afraid to call my father, so I struggled to run home in fear. When I got home, my father had not come back. I also know that my father must be looking for me everywhere, so I sit in a dark corner of the building. I don't know how long it took before I saw my father limping with his shoes, and his face was full of anxiety. I thought: my grumpy father will definitely hit me hard this time. When my father saw me, he gently picked me up and said to me in a hoarse voice, "Don't run so fast in the future. If an adult calls you, you have to promise at once, okay? " I nodded, and when my father put me down, I found a lot of blood on my father's feet. I know that in order to find me, my father dragged an injured leg and walked a lot, and his foot was worn out.

Now that I think about it, I know that my father loves me, too, but I just buried my love in my heart. My father's love is like a mountain. My father's love taught me to be strong and grow up with me.

Father's love is like a mountain, solid and reliable.

I wanted to write an article for my father a long time ago, but I didn't start writing. Because I'm afraid my broken pen can't write a third of the story between us. However, I always seem to be doing things against my will. ...

When I was a child, my father was as big as a mountain in my eyes. And I'm just a weed on the roadside. The towering mountain makes me have no courage to approach him at all, let alone to conquer it. I know nothing about this mountain. For me, it's too far away, and I can only secretly look up once in a while, for fear of meeting that kind of harsh eyes.

I never say hello to my father, and my father never asks me a question. What seems to exist between us is only my opinion of his interests. This relationship has not improved for a long time, but is getting worse and worse. After my father's strict education, the gap between us is getting deeper and deeper.

We even ignored each other, and we never wanted to improve this relationship. Despite my mother's repeated persuasion, I seem to have inherited him (I didn't call him dad for a long time then). ) Stubborn genes do not "retreat". As a result, this sad father-daughter relationship has been deadlocked for a long time.

Until one time—

It was Father's Day.

It turns out that I have never cared about it these days. Maybe I am too selfish! But I couldn't stand the encouragement of my deskmate, so I went to the gift shop and bought him a gift-a small key chain. When I got home, I just threw it on his desk and said, "Here you are, a Father's Day gift!" " My indifference didn't seem to affect his thinking, but he said, "Oh." Then he lowered his head to do his thing again.

At that time, I was very angry and vowed never to do this again. His dismissive attitude makes me even hate him a little.

However, that night, in the darkness, it seemed that a tall figure was tucking in the quilt for me, as if he had said, "Thank you." I wonder if it's my illusion. All I know is that the next morning a man hung a key chain on his key, which was completely out of the girl's mind. It looks very funny.

But I don't know why, I can't laugh.

A crisp key sound gradually left me, and his figure gradually faded away, but he was still so tall, just seemed to add some vicissitudes. ...

"Dad!" He was shocked.

"You ... be careful." I stammered out this sentence.

He nodded at me, still looking firm.

But for the first time, I read the kindness and joy in a man's persistence that can't be expressed in words, and his love for his daughter. Such a simple love, but I have always misunderstood him-my father. How stupid of me!

Since then, I have gradually tried to understand my father and feel the mountain in my heart. Maybe he is not as tall and dignified as he was when he was a child. Indeed, my father doesn't know when he has a few white hairs on his head.

I can finally understand this mountain. It stands so upright, just trying to hold up a sky for his wife and daughter; It is so high, just to let his family have a place to live; The reason why I am so firm is just for an unspeakable love.

And these are all misunderstood by me one by one, misunderstood the great fatherly love.

Father likes mountains. Sometimes we need to climb to the top of the mountain to see the scenery there. It will be more beautiful!