Silent fatherly love composition 1
Dad usually doesn't like to talk. When I grow up, I seldom communicate in my daily life except studying. I remember when I was a child, my father often accompanied me to the garden after work or on weekends. My father always follows my running figure with loving eyes. I accidentally fell down and he told me to get up by myself. His eyes are full of love and encouragement, and his eyes give me warmth and motivation. Listen to my mother, every time I get sick, my father will come to see me several times in the evening, give me water and medicine, and make sure I sleep before going to rest.
As I grow up, I feel that my father is not as good to me as before, and he is more and more strict with what I do. If the dishes are not clean, they should be washed again. If I don't concentrate on my homework, he will warn me with stern eyes.
One day, when I came home from school, I found something wrong with my father's eyes. I only heard a bang and my father slapped the table. I instinctively took a step back. It turned out that my father went to school and learned that I failed in the English exam, but he concealed my grades from home. I thought I was going to be beaten for sure. I was alert for a while, but he waved his fist and sighed and walked out of my room. Look at his eyes, full of disappointment and sadness. I didn't feel relaxed in my heart, my heart was sour, and my tears flowed out of my eyes unwillingly. Although I know I'm wrong, I don't talk to my father in anger. The air at home seems suffocating. After eating dinner in a hurry, I went back to my room to do my homework. After a while, my father came in, put an English exercise book on my desk and said to me, "Son, if you want to study hard, you have to work hard." I nodded my head gently.
I wrote my homework very late that day, my mother was asleep, the light in the hall was on all the time, and my father was quietly reading the newspaper there. After finishing my homework, I went to take a shower and saw a toothbrush on the bathroom table with toothpaste squeezed on it. I know my father prepared it for me. Before going to bed, my father came into my room and told me to eat more dinner in the future. Pass me a cup of hot milk. I said, "Dad, go to bed early." He nodded and went back to his room. I am drinking milk, and the heat of milk warms my whole body. My eyes were covered with tears, and the tears dripped into the milk, which tasted a little salty.
Everyone expresses his love in different ways, and his father grew up silently in generous and deep love. Naive, I only saw the surface, alienated him, and sometimes deliberately opposed him. Now I deeply realize that it was my misunderstanding that made me only pay attention to my father's superficial silence, but ignored his deep love for me.
Silent fatherly love composition II
People often say, "A mother's love is like water, and a father's love is like a mountain." This is more obvious in thousands of fathers around the world. You are like this, leading me on the road of life with silent love.
Since I was very young, you have led me through the streets to kindergarten by bike. I'm wearing a little red riding hood and sitting on the beam of your old car. My father and I sang along, and the streets echoed with our songs, leaving passers-by with surprised eyes. This is how you love me silently and grow up with me with your singing. ...
A little bigger, it seems that your management of me is not so detailed. But one thing is, you go every year. At the class New Year's party, I bring my electronic organ and play a song every year. As long as you are at home, you will always pick up the heavy electronic piano without saying anything, while I always carry the lightest piano stand. Finally, even the old doorman at the school gate knows you, and when I see you carrying the piano again, I always let you go without saying anything ... In the sixth grade of elementary school, you carried not only a piano with your generous shoulders, but a responsibility and a love that permeated in drops. ...
Now, if I really can't solve the problem, I will definitely ask you. Because you always patiently explain, in order to help me study in the future, you also accompany me to study. Under the soft light, the father and the daughter each hold a book, which is the most common scene in the family.
Compared with you, I think of the "Li Gangmen" incident on 20 10. Li Gang, deputy director of the Public Security Bureau, used piles of money as a stepping stone for children's success and used the iron fist of society to clear the future for children ... Everything seems to be a manifestation of love, but what is the reality? His practice made his son arrogant and indifferent after the accident, shouting: "My father is Li Gang!" " "Isn't this a tragedy? Li Gang's "fatherly love" is very imposing, and it is these imposing manners that make his son feel that he has landed in his heart and dare to be so arrogant and disapproving. I never thought of having such "fatherly love". On the contrary, I think your father's love is extremely great, just like the silent spring rain, sneaking into the night. Although it will drift away with the wind, the little life nourished by it will grow sturdily ... you are in my heart, like a mountain, so majestic and steep; Like the sea, so magnificent; Like the sun, so warm! You are ordinary, but your love makes you great; It is your love that makes me grow up. When I am hot, you wash my heart like a drizzle; When I am tired, you are like a breeze blowing into my heart; When I was proud, you woke me up like a sincere word ... you gave me too much, and in my heart, you will always be omnipotent!
You may be ordinary in the crowd, but in my heart, you will always be the only but omnipotent father! Because you are full of love. ...
In my future life, you will come with me. In the days to come, your silent love will always warm my heart, because I will-try to go on!
Silent fatherly love composition 3
Growing up, there was a gap between my father and me. I don't know if it's because my father is too silent to let me near. ...
When I was in kindergarten, I never wanted my father to send me, but my mother didn't have time, so I had to send him. Along the way, there was no word between my father and me. He followed and I walked in front. In fact, sometimes I really want to say a word to break this lonely atmosphere, but every time I see my father's poker face, I put my hand in my pocket and look around, not knowing what I'm looking at. If it reaches your mouth, swallow it again. Is there anything ahead? Are those things more important than your daughter's feelings? I looked down and bit my lip, trying not to let the tears stay.
In primary school, my father and I were worse than strangers, at least strangers would become familiar people, and I didn't say a word to him. Look at you. I'll do mine. That winter, it began to sleet, and the snow fell on the sidewalk, on the trees and on the roof. I didn't bring an umbrella, so I had to put on my hat and run in the heavy snow. Not far away, that figure is ... like the back of a man, holding an umbrella in one hand and putting it in his pocket in the other, looking forward from time to time and stamping his feet to keep warm. Take the father who the city thinks is anxious to wait for his child! "No, it's ... it's dad ... dad?" I cried trembling. Although learning has been drifting, I can clearly see the rare smile on my father's face. How did he get here? Shouldn't he be reading at home? I ran to my father in doubt. "Go home!" Huh? He said that? Dad cares about me very much. The strange and familiar deep voice is so warm. "well! Go home! " I said excitedly. Dad has three in one hand and one on my shoulder. The first time I saw it clearly, it was the experience of years and the ruthless traces of years. Dad tried to lean his umbrella against me, but his shoulders were wet with rain and snow.
The next day, my father was ill, caught a cold and coughed badly. Only then did I know that my father was ill. A strange and familiar father? It's me, but I don't understand him and I don't love my father ... for a moment, I want to knock over the five-flavored bottle. "Dad, remember to take more medicine and have more rest." Looking at his sallow face, not playing cards, but loving father, I almost cried in front of him. He just smiled. Still silent, but warm, I know ...
Now, I have understood my father's love, although silent, but warm and powerful, although I understand, but ...
Silent fatherly love composition 4
Growing up, I think dad is very strange, because every morning I open my eyes and see my mother, but at night, in front of my eyes, I still see my mother. However, because I only remember that incident, I began to remember it, so I know that they actually care about me, but they are just not good at expressing it.
Because I didn't remember anything at that time, I only vaguely remembered it in my mind-our family of three had finished eating that night, and it was a brightly lit night. The lights on both sides flashed beautifully. I drove us home in a van, and I jumped up and down like a monkey, perhaps because the beautiful headlights on both sides flashed hard. My mother said with concern, "Be careful. It's rare to come out. How can I miss this crazy opportunity? My mother has no choice but to follow me.
But at this moment, maybe God's grandfather deliberately taught me a lesson "Don't run around in the car". The car in front of our car suddenly stopped. My dad suddenly stepped on the brakes because he was unprepared, and I was playing behind, and I was slammed into the front and hit a row of buttons in front of the car.
I was startled by this sudden thing, and then I burst into tears instinctively. My mother also reacted from what happened just now and immediately ran over to ask me if I was okay.
And dad, full of anger, stopped and rushed out of the car in one go, ran to the owner, pulled him out of the car and swore (although this move was not very civilized, people could not ignore it if they were really angry). I think this situation almost didn't fight. Then the police came. He asked his father what was going on. He told the police what happened, and the police asked the owner why he stopped. Dad said angrily. The next thing I saw was that the owner repeatedly apologized to his father. At this time, I got off the bus and told my father that I was fine, and my father was relieved. The police told the owner not to look at the road sign like that again. "Yes, I know," he echoed immediately.
Although this is only a small matter, I understand that a father's love for his children is deep. Our love is silent. However, it is imprinted in my heart like a popular movie, which is unforgettable and unforgettable. Although fatherly love is not as delicate as maternal love, it is real love from the deepest part of the soul!
Silent fatherly love composition 5
Slightly dark cheeks, a pair of bright eyes, a tall and powerful figure, a big hand that can support a family, simple clothes and vigorous steps, he is my father.
When I was a child, I never knew what my father did and what he liked. My mother has always been by my side, so closely related to my life that I gradually alienated my father. Once I asked my mother, "Where does my father live?" Until that night, I started to have a fever in the middle of the night, lying in bed crying that I was sick. Father is still at work, and mother is pacing up and down the room with a frown. Finally, I called my father. Without saying anything, my father rode back quickly, picked me up and sent me to the car. My mom and dad held me tightly to the hospital and shouted, "I don't want an injection." When I arrived at the hospital, I was already fast asleep. When I got home, I slept in bed with special peace of mind. I heard my mother say: Dad stayed with me until dawn.
I was very playful when I was seven or eight years old. I like to climb up and down like a cat, not knowing the danger. My father always looks at me anxiously, and I am impatient. I was still like that until one day, I jumped off the roof and sprained my foot. I jumped back into the house. Father rushed over and said, "I told you not to climb around." Say, help me take off my shoes, rubbed my feet, and turned to get the ointment. I suddenly feel warm all over. I looked at my father's busy back and felt a kind of unspeakable warmth in my heart.
It was not until I began to understand that I suddenly realized that the man who was not good at talking, unknown and unpretentious was my father, the unknown guardian behind me.