Mom, grandpa, uncle, aunt, sister, brother-in-law, many guests knocked on my door, but I didn't hear anything. Later, my brother knocked at the door and said, "Sister, I brought you a cake." The childish and beautiful voice made people cry, so I opened the door, but what appeared in front of me was not my younger brother, but my father with a hint of regret on his face. She called me, and I immediately went back to bed and covered my head with a quilt. My father said to me with food, cake and drink in his hand, "Let's talk it over now and judge whether you are wrong or not. I admit that I hit you. " Are you right? That sentence is the most taboo word today. When you make a wish, I know you may not mean it, but how can you do it? No matter what you say, you have to go through your head. "I still sat silently, looking at my father's back. I stayed up all night.
At dawn the next day, my mother said to me, "I talked to you about my dad in the middle of the night last night, and I talked about you." As soon as my mother stopped talking, I couldn't help crying again.
three
I cried that time.
I used to cry when I was a child, but now I seldom cry. I think I've grown up.
As soon as I stepped into the house, I heard my mother crying: "Don't you know how to finish your homework every time?" Do you have a brain or not? "My mother's words are like a pack of sharp knives, which hurt my heart all the time. I have always been a good girl, and finally a volcano has erupted that I have been holding in my heart for a long time. I talked back to my mother: "I don't want you to turn it off!" "Save your energy!" My mother froze and turned cloudy. She coaxed me loudly: "I gave birth to you and raised you, and today you scold me in turn!" " "I humbly turned my head to one side, put my hands in my pockets and threw out a sentence:" I'm out! He slammed the door and left without looking back.
I flew out of the community and my tears kept falling like broken beads. I used my sleeve to dry the tears on my face again and again, but the tears flowed out again and again.
I ran to a place where I thought my mother couldn't see it and stopped. I gasped and sobbed. At this moment, I couldn't bear it any longer. I lay on the stone bench in the community and cried. Tears flow down my face from both sides of the canyon, and it seems that it will never stop. The wind blew from my ear, and only one or two people were walking on the main road. I suddenly felt as miserable as an unwanted child.
It's getting dark, the sun is setting, and the sunset glow gradually fades away. It is very quiet around. How much I want to be warm at this time. How much I want a hug, which hug is my mother's!
I worked on the bench for a while, trying to close my eyelids. My stomach began to growl, too But I have no money and I don't want to go back.
The night is getting darker and darker, and many people have turned off the lights to sleep. I looked around and had to trudge home step by step. Suddenly, a series of shouts cheered me up. That voice seems to be mom! Yes! It's mom! Mom is coming this way. She put her hand over her mouth and shouted my name. Her brows knit together, looking to the left and to the right for a while, with an anxious expression on her face.
"Mom!" I can't wait to run to my mother's arms. Whispering: "Mom, I won't talk back again, I will" """. Mother suddenly raised her eyebrows and smiled at her mouth. I looked up at my mother and found that her smile was so sweet and beautiful.
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Opening the small window of memory, I remembered the day of last semester and that touching scene. ...
That day, our school invited a foreign professor to give us a vivid gratitude education class. He told many vivid examples about gratitude on the stage, which deeply touched the students. Later, he asked his classmates to come to the stage and speak their heartfelt words buried in their hearts for a long time. I thought no one would go up, but it turned out unexpectedly. The students came on stage one after another. Like a torrent, they stepped onto the stage solemnly and irresistibly. Almost every classmate's eyes are wet. They had a heart-to-heart talk with their parents on the stage, admitted their mistakes and expressed their determination to study hard and repay their parents in the future. ...
Maybe I was infected by this atmosphere. My heart was slightly shocked. I just felt a torrent gushing from my heart and rushing out of my eyes. I cried. But I didn't dry my tears, let them wet my face and awaken my ungrateful heart.
Yes! How can I be ungrateful? From my birth to adulthood, what is not the credit of my parents! Dad, mom, you have accompanied me through countless spring, summer, autumn and winter. It was you who accompanied me through many ups and downs and setbacks. It is you who accompany me out of the wrong path and into the light. When I was wronged, it was you who put down your work to comfort me and persuade me. When I didn't finish my homework, but I was already tired and urged to sleep, it was you who accompanied me to finish my homework until the dead of night. In fact, you are more tired than me! When I was sick, you took care of me at my bedside, poured me water and brought me delicious food. It's suddenly getting cold. Who is it? You sent me clothes and gloves all the way?
Dad, mom, what great love you have given me! Like rain and dew, it moistens me. It is like sunshine, eternal and warm; It is like spring rain, gentle and delicate. It will penetrate layers of barriers and fall to every place around me, and stay with me every day; It will embrace my cry and my smile; It will hold up an umbrella for me, pave a road and fill all the bumps.
Dad, mom, your love for me is so selfless! But I don't know how to be grateful. Please forgive my childhood ignorance! From now on, I will study hard, learn to be grateful and repay you well!
The grace of dripping water will surely bring spring. But you gave me the whole ocean!
Ah! But how much love there is in that inch-long grass, have you got three rays of spring?
five
Since I entered junior high school, tears seem to be out of my sight. I am old, of course, I can't cry as easily as before. However, that time, I cried.
It was the first day of junior high school, and I was going to take the Piano Band Five exam. I practice hard every day, remember the music carefully, and play it over and over again, striving for perfection.
Finally, on the day of the grade examination, I came to the examination room with a nervous mood and imagined the scene when I got the Grade Five certificate.
When my name was called, I went into the examination room with confidence and began to play. A beautiful melody flew out from my fingers and echoed in the sky above the small room ... Just as I was intoxicated with my beautiful music, an unexpected thing happened-the pedal at my foot was empty, and my fingers were in chaos in an instant. Helpless, in the teacher's sigh, I slowly walked out of the piano room.
I practiced hard, but there was no result. When I had that confidence in myself, I didn't know where I had gone.
When I got home, I threw away the practice music, tore up the plan of practicing the piano, and sat alone in the room in a daze. At this time, a pair of powerful big hands rested on my shoulder. I turned my head and saw my father standing beside me, smiling at me. "Dad, am I useless?" I whispered, "son, this is just an accidental mistake." You are not wrong, but your mistake is to give up after an accident. " My father called me to the piano and said, "Come, let me enjoy my daughter's music, too." I opened the piano cover and began to play. I don't know why, at the moment, the performance is so relaxed and smooth. After a song was played, there was applause from behind-father's applause. I laughed, but I couldn't help crying.
I never thought that my father would encourage me when I was most sad and tell me how to face setbacks. As far as I can remember, my father usually goes out early and comes back late, and he has never seen me once. I used to think that my father never cared about me or loved me, but I really didn't expect my father to be so kind. Some people say that my father's love is deep, and that time I realized it.
In the days to come, no matter what difficulties and setbacks I encounter, I will summon up courage and start again.
That time, I cried, not because of accidental mistakes, but because of my father's applause, because the applause was full of my father's encouragement and hope, because the applause told me that the catalyst for success was not the discouragement after failure, but the courage to start again.
At that time, I cried, tears washed away the grievances in my heart, let me really understand the connotation of life, taught me how to face the setbacks in life, and encouraged me to raise the sail of confidence again.
That time, I cried and was moved by my father's love. Dad, I love you, I really do.
Comments:
Fatherly love is different from maternal love. Fatherly love is more subtle and profound, and sometimes it is even difficult to be detected. By describing a setback, the author of this article feels the depth of his father's love by inspiring and encouraging himself. When he encountered setbacks, his father's warm words and crisp applause made the author summon up courage, regain confidence and burst into tears with excitement. The article describes the reason and connotation of crying, and shows the author's psychological change process, as well as the father's deep love for his daughter and the daughter's gratitude to his father. At the end, I expressed my sincere feelings for my father in the form of parallelism. The theme is distinct, the center is prominent, the language is fluent and full of affection. This is a good exercise.
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Everyone says that the greatest love in the world is maternal love, but I think fatherly love is equally great.
I finished all my homework when I got home after school on Wednesday. When the weather forecast is broadcast at night, my parents have nothing to do. I want to watch TV series by watching the weather forecast.
Who knows, just watching it for a while, my father actually came back. I thought to myself, "What bad luck! How did my father hit me? "
Originally, my father didn't say anything, just asked me to do my homework quickly. I said in a slightly unconvinced tone, "I have finished my homework." This sentence actually made his father fly into a rage and said, "You can't just leave your homework behind. Is this a task? " No reading, no problem solving! You're not the first. "Dad's words made me speechless.
Two days later, before dinner, my father said that he would go to Lin Qiu to buy bean curd. I know it's my father's favorite staple food, but he bought sugar bags and steamed bread.
When eating, my mother opened the steamed stuffed bun and said she wanted to see what stuffing it was. The result was ham sausage, meat and quail eggs. Mom said, "Isn't that what you love?" ? Your father must know that you love to eat and bought it for you specially, but you are deadlocked and your father won't say anything. "After my mother's inspiration, I finally understood that my father expressed his love for me in this way. Sure enough, my father said, "Well, it's for my daughter." Suddenly, my nose was sour, my eyes were wet and I spilled a lot of "Jin Doudou".
Looking back now, my father just hates iron not to produce. I thought he had done so much for me, but I made him angry. I really regret it!
Anything is possible for you.
Life is like an oil painting, because of you, it becomes colorful; Life is like a song, because of you, it becomes sweet, and life is like a flower, because of you, it becomes fresh ... Father, on the road of life, because of you, I am full of fantasy and confidence in everything. ...
When I was a child, when I was full of innocence, kites became my only memory.
It was a beautiful spring afternoon, and I happily picked up my eagle kite and ran to that vast and boundless field. This is my paradise of freedom.
The sun shines warmly on the earth, and the wild flowers in the field bathe in this gift from God, stretching their slender petals and competing for each other. The green grass occupied the whole site, and Zhang covered the earth like a carpet. Golden sunshine is scattered all over the calm lake, reflecting dazzling light, and blue sky and white clouds are reflected in the water; The willows on the shore are full of vitality ... but they always feel that something is missing. ...
I let go of the steady wind line and tried to make the kite fly, but failed again and again, and the kite lay quietly on the ground. It suddenly occurred to me that this beautiful world lacks a little wind. I sat on the grass in frustration, silently looking at the kite, tears unconsciously filled my eyes. ...
At this time, my father came over and asked, "Why not let the kite fly?"
"There is no wind." I said sadly.
My father pondered for a while and said to me, "Dad, let me tell you a story!" " "
I wiped my wet eyes and looked at my father naively, so my father began to say, "Once upon a time there was a child who was helpless because there was no wind. My father said to him," If there is no wind, aren't you the wind? " My father stopped here and looked at me with loving eyes with a smile. I meditated on my father's words and chewed repeatedly, "aren't you the wind yourself?" "After a long time, I finally understood: When I run, am I just a gust of wind? I cheered excitedly, and my loud voice echoed in the air for a long time. ...
"Will Dad stay with you?" Father said with a happy smile.
So, my father held my tender little hand tightly with his broad hands, and we ran quickly with kites, so my father and I flashed by in the field in the afternoon. I heard the whistling wind ringing in my ears, as if I had really turned into the wind, while my father carefully cared for the weak wind with his body.
Kites fly slowly into the blue sky. I saw an eagle flying slowly in the blue sky. ...
Father, because of you, it is possible for a kite to fly into the sky without wind, and finally it has become a reality. Father, because of you, my heart flies with you. Therefore, there is no longer the word "impossible" in my dictionary. It has taken the kite to the outside of the cloud nine. Because of you, anything is possible
You are the most important person in my life. I said, you are my angel.
You are not perfect, but anything is possible because of you. You can't give me a mansion, but let my heart have a safe haven; You never cherished me, but you gave me confidence and strength; Even though you never took me to eat Haagen-Dazs, you gave me a pair of hard-working hands. I said, in my heart, you are omnipotent.
Sometimes I can't understand you. That day, you brought me a cactus, so thin and even a little yellow. I accepted it with love, thinking that I must take good care of it. I put it on the balcony where the sun can't shine, for fear that it can't stand the summer sun. I watered it and fertilized it, hoping it would grow up quickly. I expect it to become strong. It's pathetic. The next day, it seemed greener. I am ecstatic and more keen on watering and fertilizing it. Day by day passed, but the situation of cactus got worse and worse. Is it dead? I think so. I came to you with a cactus in frustration, but you took it with a smile. Slowly, I began to forget the existence of this cactus. My life has never changed because of its existence. I don't know how long it took, but suddenly you put a strong green cactus in front of my desk. I was surprised at the origin of this tree, but you told me with a smile that this is the dying plant I gave you.
"impossible." I said. I think you're joking. You smiled faintly and said, "Life can only reflect value in adversity."
The next day, the teacher asked us to take part in the national English competition, which was almost impossible for me and a distant dream. But I told you anyway. You encouraged me to try. I signed up for it. I began to study English hard, as if every English word had become a paving stone for my success. Soon, I passed the preliminary round, and I was eagerly waiting to enter the list of semi-finals. I am eager for this opportunity. Instead, I missed the game by a slight margin. I was so disappointed that I didn't expect my efforts to pay off. I was devastated and my enthusiasm for learning English was greatly weakened.
At this time, you said to me lightly: "Life can only show its value in adversity." I thought, "Maybe it's none of your business, so you're so calm." But you said to me; "Do you know the life law of cactus?" Only roasting in the hot sun will make its thorns difficult to adapt to the external environment. That night, I thought deeply about the performance of cactus. Since then, I have learned a lot from cactus. I began to reflect on my learning behavior, and then I studied English very hard. Finally, because of my special efforts, the teacher made an exception and let me enter the final. I'm so happy. When I told you, you simply said, "Life can only show its value in adversity."
Looking at your calm eyes, I suddenly understood the profound connotation of these words. It is inevitable that there will be pain when you grow up. In the face of happiness, we can accept it calmly. But in the face of pain, we don't have the courage to overcome it. This is the fragility of life. Why can you make impossible things possible again and again? I see.
I want to thank you deeply. My father, you taught me to change many impossible things in my life. Facing life, although it will not be smooth sailing, I still feel full of courage and confidence. Because I understand-