We live in this ever-changing world. Who taught us bit by bit, who made us less frustrated on the way to sail forward, and who brought us gentle comfort when we cried and felt distressed? It's our parents, whose eyes are always watching everything about us!

Maternal love is silent, and maternal love is like jade.

Motherly love is great! Who in the world has no maternal love?

When it's windy and rainy, when you're holding a warm umbrella, have you ever thought about the person who is behind you to shelter you from the wind and rain?

In the hot summer, when you sleep peacefully in the cool breeze, do you still remember those people who stayed by your side to shelter you from the wind and rain?

Motherly love is unknown, smooth as jade, slender and silent.

Father loves nothing, and father loves like gold.

Father's love is silent in your eyes and heavy in our hearts.

Father's love is like gold, and his strong appearance is full of love.

Father's love is silent, but it is as deep as the sea and as thin as rain. We are a boat in my father's ocean. Only under his silent gaze can we hold our heads high.

Parents' love is like a tree.

When I was a child, I said to the tree, "Tree! Please let me sit on you! "

After school, I said to the tree, "Tree! Please let me take your leaves! "

Many years later, after you got married, you said to the tree, "Please give me your tree!" " "

When you are old, you see trees again. At that time, it was just a withered root!

This is the story of each of us. Trees are our parents!

A mother's love is like jade, a father's love is like gold! The love of parents is great!

Second, the material about the topic of parents' love is urgently needed! !

Parental love

In my mind, my parents are like the fiery sun, and I am like the grass on the land. They warm me, and I thrive on their chests. My parents are like high mountains, and I am like a small tree behind them. They sheltered me from the wind and rain, and I laughed and laughed behind them. My parents are a piece of Wang Yang at first, and I am like a light rain in the sea. They provided me with rich nutrition, and I walked down the stairs one by one.

Parents' love is sometimes like a drizzle, so gentle, delicate and affectionate. I remember one time, it rained. No sooner had I finished school than I saw a familiar figure in the rain and fog. Ah, it's dad. I ran over at once. He came to pick me up by bike. When he saw that I was only wearing a sportswear, he immediately took off his shirt and put it on me, wearing only a thin vest. Suddenly, it was like a warm current coming into my heart. Bicycles run in the rain. Ruthless rain beat dad's body. I put my little hand on my father's cold arm, closed my eyes and wished deeply: rain, please don't fall, wind, please don't scratch, don't hurt my father's heart that loves me!

My parents are sometimes generous, broad and deep, allowing me to educate and care. I remember once, I started to get an amazing score-100. I was in high spirits at school that day. When I get home, I can proudly send the news to my mother. I thought she was happy, but it was beyond my expectation. I just said in a serious tone, "I don't like your arrogance." When I made some achievements, I just cocked my tail. Remember, son, there are days behind us! " Yes, I haven't forgotten her deep voice and serious teaching.

Ah! This incident reflects the sincere love of parents, including their endless care and education.

Once, I was doing my homework. There is a nail beside the desk. I didn't see it. I accidentally scratched it. I screamed in pain. My parents quickly went to see it and took a look. They are very anxious. They were anxious like ants on hot bricks, but I cried relentlessly. My parents comforted me, but I cried anyway. My parents have no choice but to walk from here to there, and they can't figure out a way. Finally, I stopped crying, my parents went to do what they loved, and I did my homework with confidence.

This matter, let me never forget, finally flowing back and forth in my mind. ......

Thank your parents for taking care of me all my life. Thank you.

Third, it is different to write the unique material that parents love.

Parental love

The love of parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born in this world, our parents have always loved us. Parental love is a natural love for children. Like rain from the sky, but it can't be resisted. The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful power that can sustain life is the love of our parents.

The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. However, an inch of long grass is a bit sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time.

And fatherly love is profound and informal. Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain.

Speaking of my parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness?

My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child. They told me the story of the 25,000-mile Long March, Zhou Enlai and Lei Feng, and the bunker explosion in Dong Cunrui ... They told me to be cautious, be sincere to others, not lie, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay the kindness, and know how to get something for nothing. ...

What's all this for? I used to naively think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power drives them. I don't understand, but it may be a kind of responsibility, a kind of love for children, selflessness or love, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us and take care of us carefully. Take every day as an example!

Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she is still working. When I was studying at night, my father came to tutor me again and taught me to do every problem carefully and not carelessly. My parents educate me every day for me.

Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day like this is ordinary and extraordinary. Every day is a small thing, but it is a big thing. In the face of parents' kindness, I should turn gratitude into filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents!

Fourth, the case materials about maternal love.

A mother and son climbed a snowy mountain and suffered. Mother cut the artery on her wrist with a knife and wrote a bright red SOS on the snow. The helicopter found that the child was rescued and the mother bled to death. A mother would rather cut her wrist and sacrifice her life for her children.

A couple is happy to have a child. On a whim, they climbed a mountain to commemorate the child's first birthday. At an altitude of more than 5000 meters, the child was killed. When the child is hungry and wants to drink milk, the mother feeds him. The husband tried to dissuade his mother from looking back. The child was safe and her husband survived. Mother's body temperature plummeted by 2 degrees due to breastfeeding, and she froze to death. In order not to starve the child, the mother would rather freeze to death and starve herself.

The mother was pregnant with an 8-month-old child and went back to her hometown by bus. In a car accident, my mother covered her abdomen with her hand at the moment of the accident. The baby born after staying in the mother's body for eight months became the only survivor of the car accident. The mother's instinctive protection bought her child's safety with her own life.

Mother and daughter take a walk, and daughter eats snacks. I have forgotten what it is. My mother asked her children to throw garbage bags into the dustbin across the street. Unexpectedly, a car rushed in, my daughter was killed and my mother was crazy. She cleans in the street every day. Her love for children is reflected in the education of independent health for children. How can she not say that her mother loves her children deeply?

In Wenchuan earthquake, the mother was crushed to death and the baby was protected by her own body. The child was rescued without injury. The search and rescue personnel found a short message on the mother's mobile phone: "Dear baby, if you are still alive, please remember that I love you!" " Mother didn't care enough about her beloved baby and went to heaven with love for her baby.

Love composition materials of five parents

Around the world, because many mothers are busy with work, the number of children entering nurseries has quadrupled in the past decade, and some children are sent to nurseries while learning to walk. Many children experts call nurseries "prisons". Some babies as young as six months old were sent there, and they stayed there until 8 am to 6 pm to go to school. These children are mainly urban children, and there are thousands of them, accounting for about 5% of kindergarten children. 35% of parents give them to nurseries after their children are two years old.

However, according to the British report, experts warned that there should be a yardstick for early education, and blindly emphasizing the education of children while ignoring their nature will do harm to children. Steve Vidaur, an Australian expert in children's education and a famous clinician, warned that giving children under the age of three to nurseries would increase the risk of damaging their normal psychological development.

Many nurseries can't take care of children, and neglected children often have fear.

Due to the accelerated pace of modern work and increased pressure, many parents are busy with their work and cannot take care of their children. Therefore, all countries regard the increase of nurseries and kindergartens as a policy to alleviate parents' worries. In Britain alone, there are 250,000 children under the age of three in full-time or half-day, and even 5% of parents "throw" their children from six months to three years old into nurseries, and those children spend most of their time alone. Steve Bidulf, an Australian expert in children's education and a famous clinician, has 20 years' experience in children's education. He once advocated early education, but now he finds that ideal and reality are always difficult to match, but he changed his point of view, claiming that parents are the best teachers to train children, and nurseries and kindergartens are only doing "second-rate" work.

Because the best nurseries try to meet the needs of very young children, but because there are too many children, teachers can't take care of them at all, so the result is often counterproductive. Those poor nurseries can't take care of the children at all, only provide them with food and drink and let them move by themselves. These neglected children often have fear, and they will feel the desolation of losing their maternal love, which is undoubtedly a nightmare for children. Their loneliness is heartbreaking.

It is found that children who are placed in nurseries are more aggressive and prone to anti-social behavior.

Bidulf firmly pointed out that more and more evidence is supporting his theory that children who leave their parents to go to nursery too early are more likely to develop aggressive personality, anti-social behavior and other psychological problems, and such children will encounter interpersonal problems in the future and it is not easy to establish intimate relationships with others.

Six materials about parents' love

Many times, parents' love is like a bird flying across the sky-it often comes without a trace.

It was a dark night and there was a strong wind outside the window. I finished cleaning the classroom and began to pack my schoolbag, ready to go home. "Click-",there was a sudden thunder in the sky, followed by a downpour. My heart was black, I threw my clothes over my head and rushed out. Just as I was approaching the school gate, two familiar figures flashed into my eyes-my father and my mother, but both of them had only an umbrella in their hands. My mother smiled and said to me, "Your father and I came directly from the office without an umbrella." No, it's raining too hard. Both of them will get wet when they fight. I want to give this umbrella to Shi Hao. "Dad said quickly and held out his umbrella." I want to have a fight with my father. "Then I jumped under my father's umbrella. My father held an umbrella in one hand and tried to hug my shoulder in the other. Three people and two umbrellas were hidden in the water mist. At that moment, I felt so happy.

In the dim light, my mind suddenly flashed one picture after another: I remember, because I was in a hurry to go to school, I forgot to bring my exercise book. After my father found out, he ran to send it to the classroom for me; I remembered that when I forgot to go home because I was playing basketball, my mother hurried to look for me everywhere. I remembered his urgent voice in the microphone when I called my father who was away on business: "The fuse is in the toolbox on the balcony, so don't forget to pull out the knife first when you fuse"; I remembered my mother's words before I left home every time I met an exam: "Don't panic, believe in yourself." Too many past events suddenly gushed out, making me burst into tears.

Parents' love is like the fragrant touch of lily, which slowly gathers and no longer drifts away. I think maybe no one in this world will say that he doesn't love his parents, but can he say that he can fully repay his parents' love? Maybe it is far from it. In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and I won't be tired no matter how far I walk, so I will never forget my father's eager words when he holds my draft composition: "Change it, change it again, and you can copy it." I will never forget that my mother got up early in the morning to do morning exercises for me-life is too long, and this moment is happiness.

Writing here, I can't help but think of the prophet Elijah in the Bible who covered his face with his hand and didn't dare to look at the face of God. I think parents can enjoy this right. They have sacred things handed down from "God" to the world.

Seven essays on the love of parents

In my eyes, my mother is a long-winded person. Except for eating and sleeping, her mouth never stops, and everything she says is related to me, which makes me very unhappy.

In the morning, a ray of sunshine shines into my room, stroking me sleeping. It was a very warm scene, but it was broken by my mother's crying. "Obviously, get up, get up, wash your face and rinse your mouth, or you will be late." . . . . . "I dragged my lazy body and finished what my mother ordered. No sooner had I sat at the table than I heard my mother nagging again. "Hurry up and eat eggs, steamed bread and porridge, or I'll miss the bus. " .。 . . 。" Accompanied by my mother's voice, I wolfed down everything I should eat. I was about to go out when my mother's voice came again. "It's going to rain. Take an umbrella, put on more clothes and take the key. . . . . . "I had to carefully check the content according to my mother's request, and only made three steps and two steps, and escaped from my mother's nagging clutches. Out of the house, my ears are quiet.

This Wednesday, my mother went to Chongqing to study, my father also went on a business trip, and I was the only one at home. This is a rare quiet day. I'm glad that the child can finally be the master of his own house.

In the morning, I enjoyed the touch of the sun, turned off the alarm clock and planned to enjoy it for another five minutes, but when I opened my eyes again, fifteen minutes had passed. I quickly jumped out of bed, rushed into the toilet, washed casually, and ran back to the bedroom to get dressed, but my socks could not be found. Look left and right, and finally find a pair of socks in the small drawer in the middle of the wardrobe. I put on my socks and looked at the time. It's almost seven twenty. I hurried into the kitchen, took a box of milk and a loaf of bread from the refrigerator, grabbed my schoolbag, rushed out of the house and ran to the bus stop, just in time to catch the bus. In the car, I wolfed down my breakfast When I got to school, I found that I forgot to bring my red scarf and school card. Fortunately, my mother put ten yuan in my pencil box, so I quickly bought a new red scarf and school card in the canteen. Thankfully, I finally got into school. When school was over at noon, it suddenly began to rain. I subconsciously touched the pocket outside my schoolbag. Usually, my mother puts cups and umbrellas in her pocket. As a result, this morning, I rushed into the rain and ran to the bus stop without anything, and I was soaked to the skin. When I got to the door, I wanted to open the door and lie on the sofa, only to find that I forgot my key. Silence, I had to walk down from the seventh floor, call my grandmother in the canteen downstairs, then climb back to the seventh floor and wait for her at home. Twenty minutes later, grandma came to help me open the door. I rushed into the room, lay on the sofa, grabbed the phone and called my mother. "Mom, come back quickly, I need your nagging!" "

My mother's nagging is actually a piece of care for me. I dare not hate my mother's nagging anymore!

Eight can explain that parents' love is intangible composition material, short story. The big one won't work, but the small one will.

My parents' love is on my way of growing up. My parents care about me, love me, and teach me everything, bit by bit, in my heart. However, what impressed me the most was something that happened not long ago.

I remember catching a cold and coughing in the middle of the night a few days before my birthday. One night, 165438+ it was already 0: 30 and I was still coughing. Hearing this, my father, who was still busy in the living room, ran into my room, turned on the light and saw me coughing in bed. He immediately asked anxiously, "What's the matter? Why do you always cough? What's wrong? " I said weakly, "I always cough and my voice is very uncomfortable." Once I cough, I will never stop. "

Dad listened and said eagerly, "then wait a minute." I'll get you a glass of water and some medicine. " With that, he hurried out. At this time, my mother arrived at the news. When she saw my uncomfortable appearance, she immediately bent down with tears in her eyes and said to me with concern, "Are you okay?" Why can't you keep coughing? ""My throat ... feels bad ... "

Just then, my father came in with water and medicine. My mother helped me up and put a pillow on my back. Father scooped up a spoonful of water and gently fed it to me. Then my mother poured the medicine into the spoon and sent it to my mouth. I was about to drink when I coughed again. My mother patted me on the back. After a while, I stopped coughing, and my mother gave me medicine.

After drinking the medicine, my mother kindly said to me, "son, let your mother sleep with you tonight!" " "Say, then sleep with me. My mother stayed up all night that night to see if I had a cough. I saw all this and shed tears.

On the road of my growth, my parents care about me and love me. I will cherish this love and study hard to repay their deep love for me.