I was immediately frightened by the idea and shuddered all over.

Maybe if one day, even my parents fall, I will no longer exist?

[fatherly love]

Father is the leader of the Public Security Bureau.

I have been to his company and have seen his majestic appearance-completely different from his father's posture at home.

The father at home is always lazy, but it makes people feel warm.

Father has a hunchback.

My father's hands are very dexterous. He helped me make a lot of handicrafts that I wanted to make in art class and handwritten newspapers that I wanted to make in class.

My father also helped me make lanterns at the school art festival. But in front of me, he has been making lanterns under the lamp.

at that time

My father said to me without looking back: it's so late, you should go to bed first. I'll do it for a while.

I rubbed my red eyes: I'm not sleepy yet. Never mind, I'll stay up late, too.

My father turned his head and stared at me: My eyes are red. Aren't you sleepy? Go to sleep!

I was unwilling to go to the room, turned my head and said, don't stay up late either!

Father smiled and said, no, how could I stay up late! I'll go to bed right away.

Father loves mountains. People often say that fatherly love is a mountain, tall and majestic. Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden; Father's love is a pair of hands that touch us through spring, summer, autumn and winter; And fatherly love is a tear, a tear full of temperature.

My father is a stern symbol. My father is like an axe, telling me to get rid of all the bad habits. Father often said: You are a tree, and the tree will grow branches randomly. Now you should get rid of all your faults and form good habits. My father never pays attention to my study. He firmly believes that with good habits, everything will come.

It is this belief that has been with me until now. My father's strong beliefs and expressions have always appeared in front of me. Yes, my father is very strong.

Father's love has no long soft water, no thoughtful and warm words, no blessings that can be taken with you at any time, and no temperature that I accompany you day and night. Fatherly love is a tear that sums up all languages.

Sixth grade: 1 million

Father likes mountains. If I were a bird, my father would be the blue sky, let me soar.

If I were a small fish, my father would be the Wang Yang Sea where I swam.

If I were a grass, my father would be that straight tree, let me enjoy the cool.

When the rainy day comes, hold up a flower umbrella for me and accompany me through the muddy road. This is my tall and straight father.

When the problem comes, send me the key to solve it and accompany me through the road full of question marks. This is my learned father.

When setbacks come, lend a helping hand and accompany me through the thorny road. This is my beloved father.

Ah, father loves mountains! Although not as delicate and gentle as maternal love, it brings me warm light and shines in my heart forever.

Father loves mountains. My father is an engineer. His name is He Wenping. He is 52 years old this year. My father loves me very much, and everything about me, big or small, must be approved by him. No matter how long it takes, as long as I am ill, my father will go to the hospital without saying anything.

I remember that one night it was dark, and my old problem appendicitis recurred. My father caught a cold that day, but as soon as he heard my moan, he immediately got up and carried me to the hospital. Because it was four o'clock in the morning on a winter night and there was no live car in our village, my father went to Jiangling Hospital behind my back. On the way, I seem to feel my father's sweat flowing on my forehead, but my father has been running!

When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor said that I would be hospitalized. My stomach seems to be perforated, so I have to stay in the hospital for examination!

Dad didn't sleep that night, and he stayed by my side, covering me with a quilt and carrying water. He seems to forget that he has a cold and is ill!

My father loves me very much. As the saying goes, a father loves a mountain. My father did this!

My father loves me like a mountain. My father has a glib tongue, and what he says is always convincing.

Dad wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses, a crew cut, black leather shoes and casual clothes. It looks cool at first glance. My father is very clever. Help me revise my composition. He clearly said: "Writing a composition should highlight the theme, combine with the reality, give full play to the imagination, and echo the theme at the end." I remember once, I had a draft composition that I didn't know how to write, and I took it to my father for revision. Father said that the theme was not prominent, there was no concrete metaphor, and things were not carefully observed ... I was shocked. I saw him brush his pen like a fly, scribble and alter it, and soon it was changed. I have a look at the revised small work, which reads smoothly and vividly. I didn't expect my composition to be praised the next day. At home, he said so much that my head would explode, but every word he said seemed to guide me to correct my mistakes, so I had to accept it humbly. How's it going? My father has a glib tongue.

I am proud to have such a father.

Father's love is like a mountain. I read the practical abstract yesterday. There is a short story in the library called Father's love is like a mountain, which is very touching. The outline of its story is:

A person ranks sixth at home and goes to the college entrance examination. During the exam, my father bought him cucumber fried meat, steamed buns and stewed mushrooms with chicken, but my son didn't know that my father ate pickles, drank some water and ate some dry food every day. The three-day college entrance examination is over. He and his father went to a restaurant for dinner. The proprietress asked his father, "Do you want to take half a disc away?" Dad said, "No, I'm going to have some food and drink with my son today."

His father would rather save himself than give his son a good spirit, which moved me very much. What a fatherly love!

Father loves mountains. Dad, the name is kind and warm. He has experienced many things with us, happy, angry and wronged ... Have you ever thought that they are also good for us? Let's look at my father.

"Stupid you! How many times have I told you, it's still wrong! " There was a loud voice at the door, because I made repeated mistakes on this issue. It seems that this "tiger" will never let this "rabbit" go. The "fierce grassland war" is over Of course the tiger won, but the rabbit was hurt. The next day, I got up early and there was a letter in your envelope. All kinds of conjectures make me afraid to answer. Finally, a curiosity made me have the courage to pick it up. When I finished reading it, I was surprised. Dad wrote: "Baby, I'm sorry. Dad was too strict with you yesterday. I only knew that I was angry and hurt you." I promise not to be angry in the future and love your father forever. " Seeing this, my eyes are blurred.

Sometimes people are like feathers. A gust of wind took him up, the wind stopped and the feathers fell feebly. Suddenly, there was another flight, and the feathers continued to fly with the wind.

A mountain can't be transported for several years. One voice can transmit several mountains away, and that is fatherly love.

My father loves me like a mountain. My family is like a big tree. My father is a tree trunk, my mother is a branch, my brother and I are green leaves, my mother's love is as wide as the sea, and my father's love is as high as a mountain. In my impression, my father is kind and my mother is strict.

Once, I got 93 points. Although I got more than 90 points in the exam, it was the worst one I got since I was a child. I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks-running around waiting for the storm to come. When I got home, I handed the test paper to my mother in fear and trembling, and said falteringly, "Mom, I, I was wrong. In the future, I will do better in the exam ... ""What? You scored so little! My face turned pale and almost tore my test paper to pieces.

Once again, when I was six years old, I had a high fever because my mother took care of my brother and asked my father to take me to see a doctor. My father hugged me and rushed to the hospital. In the process of intravenous drip, I received one phone call after another from my mother asking about my illness. Looking at my father's anxious expression and my mother's warm words, my eyes were moist. ...

My parents' love for me, like little drops of water, gradually increased and merged into an ocean. I live in an ocean of love, which I will never forget!

Father loves mountains. People often praise maternal love, but often ignore it. If maternal love is as great and selfless as the sun, then paternal love is as broad and deep as a sea of fire; If maternal love is a sweet flower, then paternal love is a standing pine and cypress; If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a surging river ... love is great and selfless!

In life, there are many hardships, many joys and many sorrows. When you fail, the taste is bitter. At that time, I wished that a cup of sweet water could be sent to your mouth to moisten your broken heart. When overcoming difficulties, the taste is sweet. I would like to invite others to share this happy moment with you.

My father gave me a lot of reprimands and encouragement. He always encouraged me and supported me when my grades dropped. When I made a mistake, my father scolded me first, then patiently explained it to me and told me not to be careless in the future.

My father has a high culture. He graduated from college. He works as a teacher in Xuchang Vocational and Technical College. He pinned all his hopes on his students. He has no other expectations. He only wants students to study hard and succeed when they grow up.

Father's love is like a continuous mountain, surrounding me and growing with me.

Father loves like a mountain 10 Today, my mother is not at home, and my father will pick me up.

In the rain, looking at the back coming and going, but not my father's generous and warm back.

Looking at the students who were taken away, the falling rain gradually wet my hair. At this time, not far away, my father's shadow was looming. I ran over and shouted in a friendly way: Dad! "But when he turned around, my heart couldn't help pounding. Seeing the bean-sized beads of rain on my father's forehead mixed with sweat, I blamed myself for my little complaint just now. Dad's car was borrowed by mom. He wanted to pick me up by electric car, but the electric car didn't live up to expectations, and there was no electricity halfway, so my dad had to push the car to pick me up. I was moved to tears.

Father loves mountains. What is more precious than the love of parents?

Father's love is like a mountain 1 1 Father is like an open giant umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; And my mother is like a warm coat, protecting me from the cold.

My father is a construction worker and works hard on the construction site every morning. Because of years of wind and sun, my father became black and thin, and his face was covered with wrinkles. I see it in my eyes and it hurts in my heart. I can only repay my father's hard work with excellent grades.

My mother is white and short. The so-called "white" is not white skin, but white hair. Several deep "gullies" also climbed up her forehead. Mom is a little forgetful: if she works overtime at night, she will "forget" to eat; During the Chinese New Year, she will "forget" to buy new clothes for herself ... Although she has a "goldfish-like seven-second memory", she takes good care of me. Mom, thank you for everything you have done for me!

I think I am the happiest person in the world, because I have parents who love me. I ran in front and they were behind me. God give me strength.

Father loves like a mountain 12 If I am a bird, my father is the vast sky, let me soar; If I were a fish, my father would be the boundless ocean where I swam; If I were a grass, my father would be a straight tree to shelter me from the wind and rain.

My father is a member of Volkswagen. He is almost forty years old. His round face is embedded with god's eyes, and he is glib and tells me the truth of being a man. All my father left me was a busy figure. He goes to work every day when I'm asleep and doesn't come back until I wake up.

Once, I took a fancy to a beautiful toy-gyro. When I asked my mother, she turned me down mercilessly. I asked my father, who readily agreed. In the afternoon, when I got home, I put my dream toy on the table, and then I received a letter from my mother. At this time, my father went to many places to buy. Looking at my father dragging his tired body home, my tears could not help flowing out of my eyes and my heart was sour.

There is not only maternal love in the world, but also another kind of love-fatherly love. He is unknown. Father is a towering mountain in my heart! !

Grade three: Little Red Star

Father loves like a mountain 13. When I was a child, I used to sit on my father's shoulder. My father is a ladder in heaven, and my father is a cow pulling a cart. Sitting in a clean classroom, singing the song "Father", tears welled up in my eyes, and my father's tall figure emerged in front of me.

I remember it was a cold winter, the sky was gray, like a bleak landscape painting, and my father still picked me up at the old place. After sitting on my father's bike, I quickly bent down and hid behind my father, while his father tried his best to straighten his waist, which was no longer straight. The cold wind howled and my feet jumped naughtily.

Inadvertently, my foot jumped into the rear wheel of the car and we fell down. My feet were bleeding, and my father rushed to the clinic with me in his arms, regardless of the dust.

I lay in my father's arms, listening to his heartbeat and breathing. On such a cold day, my father was sweating and tears blurred my eyes. Father ran two miles in one breath and kept complaining: it's all my fault, it's all my fault.

Later, my mother told me that my father had a fever when he picked me up that day, but he never said anything. At that moment, I understood what a father loves like a mountain.

In order to let me go to school, he often goes to the construction site as a coolie after finishing farm work and works day and night. Every time I look at my father's faltering back, I can't help crying. As a daughter, how can I bear my father to be so tired? But my father has always insisted on not letting me do some work, just letting me read more. He often said, I have never read a book in my life. Your baby must live up to expectations and study hard before he grows up.

My father always cares about me, loves me, gives me support and gives me strength. Father's love is like a mountain, as high as a mountain, as silent as a mountain, as selfless as a mountain.

Father loves mountains. 14 Father loves mountains. Under the drizzle, in the depths of his memory, that love line moistens his young heart-his father loves him like a mountain.

The evening breeze gently stroked his lonely frozen face, and the dripping rain gradually took away his good mood. There seems to be a trace of regret in the boundless rain and fog. The last white light faded away and a figure appeared in the rain. Tall and thin-it's dad! The excitement in his heart seemed to be pulled up, but it was immediately pulled back by the word "complain". "Why are you picking me up now?" Dad was stunned when he heard such a sound, but he immediately knew why. "I ... I ..." Dad couldn't say a word, so he simply found a place to sit up. Finally, he left with his father. After all, he is his father! When he got home, he crept to the bathroom, but he heard the conversation in the room: "You have a bad cold, why are you still picking up the children?" "If he finds out, he will be under pressure." At this time, his eyes were full of tears. He rushed into the room and whispered, "Dad, Mom, I ... I got the first place in the Chinese exam."

Love can never return, and friendship may drift with the tide. Only father's love remains the same-father's love is like a mountain.

Father loves like a mountain 15. Although it has been two years, it still haunts me.

It was a summer night, and the three of us rode home on an electric car. I was in front, and my mother was behind. When crossing a railroad crossing, the electric car suddenly tilted, and we fell to the ground together with the car. I was fooled at once. I saw my father's hands and arms were covered with blood, but he still held me tightly. At that time, I was trembling with fear. We didn't know until we took our father to the hospital that his shoulder blade was broken.

I learned afterwards that my father was trying to protect me. He was badly hurt himself, but I was safe and sound.

This incident impressed me deeply, and it also made me understand the profound meaning of the sentence "Father loves mountains". A thousand words can be summed up in one sentence: "Dad, I love you forever."