Dad's love: number one? I remember one time, my mother was away on a business trip in the early morning, and I suddenly had a high fever. My father helped me get dressed and drove to the hospital. Dad went to the hospital to buy a number first, and then went to see a doctor. Dad took me to an uncle, who asked me to take my temperature first, and the result was: 39. 5 degrees. The doctor looked at the thermometer, brushed the list without looking up, and let us go. On the way, I said to my father: Did you swallow this into the hospital? Without looking up, the uncle gave us a bill and returned it to 200 yuan. ? Dad told me not to talk, and now I'm going to hang up. I have to go to the injection area with my father. When I arrived at the injection area, a nurse brought me water. Try the skin first, then hang the water. After the skin test, my father and I found a seat and waited for the nurse to bring me water just now. When a bottle of water was about to fall, my father found a bag on my head. Father went to call the nurse, and the nurse repeatedly said sorry. Then their master came and asked what was going on. Dad told the director what happened, and the director heard it, said he was sorry, and said, well, why don't you ask your daughter to hang the original potion, and then hang an unpacked potion, so you don't have to pay for this potion? . Say that finish, the director called the nurse away. I changed a bottle of medicine and changed a nurse. This negligence is familiar with injections, and practice makes perfect. After a while, the bag on my head disappeared, and my father's face was obviously much happier. ? Not only my father but also my mother. They care about me in every way every day. I love my parents very much and thank them very much. ? Dad's love: number two? As the saying goes? Father loves like a mountain? . Yes, in real life, my father is like this. ? My father is not tall and has small eyes. When he doesn't laugh, he seems to be smiling. His smile almost narrowed into a crack, and his nose was like a small mountain peak. The most special thing is that there is a mole on the face with a prominent pimple on it, which is slightly black. ? I began to learn to draw red from grade one, but finishing my homework is a big project for me. Because the brush is soft and doesn't work at all, every time my father will patiently hold my hand and teach me one by one. Whenever I flinch from difficulties, my father always inspires me. Hard work pays off. I participated in this summer vacation? Jiangsu minor talent competition? I won the top ten in the China Calligraphy Competition. Accompanied by my parents, I went to Beijing to participate in the national finals. Although the result of the game has not been announced, I am very grateful to my father. ? I failed in the unit test. In fact, the test paper is not difficult, because I am too careless. When I came home with a nervous mood, I thought I must be beaten up. Unexpectedly, he calmly helped me analyze the test paper and explain the wrong questions. At that moment, my tears swirled in my eyes. ? Nowadays, my father is getting busier and busier at work. When he is free, he always chats, swims and walks with my mother. . . . . . ? Father, do I really want to tell you? I love you! ? ? Dad's love: the third rule? Fatherly love is great. Who says that a father doesn't have the warm love like a mother? In my opinion, fatherly love is deeper and more unforgettable than maternal love. ? It was Sunday, and I studied English from morning till afternoon. My father saw me on the bus. When I was leaving, my father said happily to me. Today, I will cook your favorite spicy beef rice for you! ? As soon as the voice fell, it began to rain, and my father hurriedly turned around and went home. ? It has been 20 minutes since lunch, but my father hasn't come yet. I looked out of the window and smelled the food that other students were eating, so I couldn't help swallowing. Finally, I saw my father running breathlessly, holding the lunch box in his hand and panting in his mouth. Sweat mixed with rain left on dad's face, panting and saying, the child is hungry. Here! Eat while it's hot. Dad, have you eaten? Why is it so late? What happened to your hand? I stared at my father's hand and said. ? Ah, I ate. The wound was accidentally cut by a knife. Eat quickly! I'm leaving! ? But I clearly saw blood oozing from the band-aid. ? I opened the lunch box, and a hot air came to my face. I took a bite. Ah, it smells good! Suddenly, my heart felt warm? Dad, how much do you love me? Can you support a father's heart with the hearts of ten thousand daughters? Love+love = love more. What supports you in the deepest place is always your father's warm and silly love. ? Dad's Love: Chapter 4? Parents have an unforgettable love for us, and every bit of life is permeated with this love. My father's love for me is also very strong. ? One day, my father and I went to pick golden cherry blossoms to make cookies. We came to the mountain and saw golden cherry blossoms everywhere. I was so excited that I rushed to pick it. My dad grabbed me and said, look, the branches of the golden cherry blossom are all thorns, which is very dangerous. I'll get it. You wait for me here. ? Say that finish, father immediately climbed up. After a while, my father picked a small bag of flowers. The flowers lie perfectly in the bag, but where are my father's hands? I was cut several times by thorns, and some of them oozed bright red blood. I was very distressed and asked my father: Your hand is bleeding. Does it hurt? Dad smiled and said, as long as you are happy, I won't hurt. ? Tears blurred my eyes after I heard it. ? Another time, my father and I went swimming. When I came out of the swimming pool, I remembered that I had forgotten my goggles. Father saw that I was still in the water and asked? What happened? Baby girl? I said hesitantly, I didn't-I didn't wear goggles. ? I thought my father would criticize my carelessness. Unexpectedly, my father didn't say anything. He immediately took off his goggles and said to me, Come on, put them on! ? Then he went ashore. Watching my father sit on the shore and wipe the water on his face, everything I want to say is stuck in my throat. ? Dad, your love for me has always cared for me, and I will always love you more. ? Dad's Love: Chapter 5? My father is a person who likes music very much. He is particularly good at playing, playing and playing all kinds of musical instruments. ? Dad is busy making a living during the day and can only talk to his musical instrument? No? . After dinner, after a short rest, he picked up his beloved flute and played "Little Cowherd". For a time, the whole room was filled with a strong pastoral atmosphere, and I seemed to be in the warm embrace of nature. I seem to see: in the spring of March, on the hill full of flowers, a shepherd boy is riding on the back of an ox and coming towards me slowly? After playing, my father took out his beloved violin and sat in the living room playing "Fishing boats sing late". At this time, every room is rippling with melodious piano music, and I can hear it clearly no matter where I am in the room. After a while, my father pulled the strings together and the four strings would play passionate and deep music. I seem to see fishermen pulling nets together, and the fish on the net are jubilant; After a while, my father played the immortal, and the strings jumped up and down, playing beautiful and elegant music, as if I were? Looking at the sunset in the western hills, the red sunset glow is reflected on the river, and the fishing boats are full on the misty sea, and the joy is reflected on the fishermen's faces? Putting down the violin, my father sat next to the piano and played a tune he played every day-Liang Zhu. Although I listen to this song every day, I will never get tired of it, because the melodious sound of the piano often makes me think. The spring is bright, the flowers are in full bloom, and the cloak is soft and pointed. Two flowers chase and play among the flowers and dance to the music. They are like a couple, never leaving each other, together for life? This is my father, a father who loves to play music! ? Dad's love: Article 6? People often say: a mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain. ? Compared with maternal love, fatherly love is actually very simple. It is silent and broad, and looks dull and kind. Every time I think about what my father has done for me, my heart is warm. ? When I was in the first grade of primary school, I accidentally twisted my foot and put it in plaster because it was serious. After a period of rest at home, my father carries me to school every day. No matter how busy and tired he is at work, he will pick me up at the school gate on time and carry me upstairs. My family lives on the fifth floor, and my father carried me upstairs step by step, carefully, for fear that I would slip down, and asked me with concern: Is your foot better? Does it still hurt? After a while, you can walk slowly, but it is inconvenient to go up and down the stairs. Because we have two music classes every week, the music classroom is not on the first floor, so we have to take a lot of stairs. Several times, my father was not at ease. When I am in music class, he will take a good leave at the right time and rush to school after work to help me go up and down the stairs. I was really touched at that time! Under the meticulous care of my father, my foot recovered well and there was no root cause. ? Many times, when I inadvertently reveal what study materials or school supplies I want, my father will go to many places to help me find them, and then he will always easily say to me: Here you are, here you are! ? Before I recovered from my surprise and said thank you, my father had already left. ? It is said that my father loves me silently, but I can still feel his endless love for me all the time. ? Dad's Love: Chapter 7? I love my father, and my father loves me, but my father's love is very special. ? Once, my father taught me to skate. We came to Zijin Square on roller skates. I put on my skates and fell down before I slipped out. I stood up slowly, held my father's hand and slid it bit by bit. After a while, my father insisted that I let go. I let go sadly, got up the courage and slipped out one step at a time. Two steps to success. Just when I was proud, I fell heavily to the ground. I squatted on the ground, hoping my father would help me get up, but he never did, so I had to get up by myself. I blamed my father in my heart, held my breath and got up again and slipped out of the distance. Gradually, I learned to skate. Now, I am still an excellent skater. ? Another time, I came back from studying Olympic Mathematics and prepared to do my homework. When I opened my schoolbag, I was suddenly surprised. Ah! ? I didn't bring Orsay's book home. When my father heard this, he said in an angry tone. You, you are still so careless in what you do. Let the teacher criticize you tomorrow. ? I thought sadly: can't a child be forgiven for doing something wrong? Didn't I forget my book just now, so I didn't finish my homework? The next day, as soon as I arrived in Orsay class, I kept doing my homework. My classmates all said I was? You are too lazy to do your homework. ? I was about to explain when the teacher came over and severely criticized me. This incident taught me a profound lesson. ? My father's love is a little special. ? Dad's Love: Chapter 8? Dear dad, thank you for your love over the years. The scene that you care about me always appears in front of me. I remember it was a deep winter night, with cold wind whistling and heavy snow. I had a bad cold and kept coughing in bed. At this point, you put down your work, burned a bowl of hot ginger soup, brought it to me, and put me in your warm arms. After a while, you put on your cotton-padded clothes again, braved the falling snowflakes and ran out in a hurry to call a doctor for me. When I came back, I was covered with snow and shivering with the wind. But at that time, the most urgent thing in your heart was to cure my cold as soon as possible. ? I still remember that a few days before the final exam of grade three, I went home from school to review my lessons, and you specially made me eggs and some delicious food to supplement my nutrition. Because there are too many lessons to review, I have to study late, but you have been with me, helping me review my lessons, helping me solve problems and supervising my endorsement until 12. I sometimes fall asleep, but when I wake up, I'm confused. So you are still helping me with my schoolbag and school supplies. ? Time and time again, you made me deeply realize how great fatherly love is! ? Dad, I will always remember your love! Instructor: Li Debao's composition reveals his true feelings in a few words through some daily trifles in life. It fully embodies the writing theme of expressing ideas in words, which is very worth carrying forward and advocating. ? Daddy's Love: Chapter 9? It is said that maternal love is kind and paternal love is severe. ? Strict father loving mother? Is worthy of the name. I have one at home? Strict father? . ? Dad always said:? Look at you, you can't compare with the top students at work in study and your good friends in subject. ? I remember when I was a sophomore, I got 99 points in Chinese and 100 points in mathematics in a final exam. When I got home, my father said, don't get 99 points, don't be arrogant, 100 points, work hard! ? I muttered discontentedly: I am the first! ? Dad said angrily: That was a thing of the past. Now, you must study hard to get the first place in the next exam. ? Alas, with such a father, you are still a good man? Bad guys? Yes ? I started practicing piano at the age of six, but I didn't want to learn it after only two years. At that time, I only played at the intermediate level. Dad said: How can you give up halfway? Study hard, or you will learn nothing! ? I said behind my back that dad was? Pacific police leniency? . But then I finally persisted. Looking back on my father's education, he was out of love for me! ? Another time, we climbed five buildings in Xixia, because the mountain was high and steep, and there was a suspension bridge with a running stream under it. I didn't dare to climb, but my father dragged me up the mountain. I was so angry and scared that my tears fell. Dad said: let you go up the mountain to exercise, or you will always be arrogant? Little princess? . ? Such a father really makes you speechless. ? Dad is so strict and? No mercy? But in my eyes, he will always be my most respected and beloved good father. ? Dad's love: Article 10? Love is great, love is selfless. Everyone is surrounded by love, including teachers and students, friends and parents? My father is of medium height, with a pair of glasses on his nose, which looks very bright. In recent years, my father has paid too much for his family and is obviously much older. My hands became rough, my face grew several wrinkles, and my face was much thinner than before. It's all for us. Hard work has made us like this. He is very strict with me at ordinary times and always complains about things he doesn't like, so I think my father doesn't love me at all, but one thing has changed my opinion. ? It was Monday morning, and the sky was gray, as if it were going to rain. As usual, I put my schoolbag on my shoulder and went to school. Just arrived at the classroom, it was raining in Mao Mao outside, and I couldn't help thinking: How can I go back to menstruation's house without an umbrella today? Even when I got there, I became a drowned rat. The more I think about it, the more I panic. I am so absorbed all day that I can't even do my homework well. When the school was over and the rain was still falling, I silently thought: Today will be over. At this moment, I saw a familiar figure. It turned out that my father gave me an umbrella. I ran to my father and saw the rain dripping on his face. My eyes are moist. Now I know that my father once cared about me so much and loved me so much. ? Love sometimes doesn't need too many words, too many actions, just one action, one look and a simple sentence. ? Dad's love: chapter 1 1? Dear dad, thank you for your love over the years. The scene that you care about me always appears in front of me. I remember it was a deep winter night, with cold wind whistling and heavy snow. I had a bad cold and kept coughing in bed. At this point, you put down your work, burned a bowl of hot ginger soup, brought it to me, and put me in your warm arms. After a while, you put on your cotton-padded clothes again, braved the falling snowflakes and ran out in a hurry to call a doctor for me. When I came back, I was covered with snow and shivering with the wind. But at that time, the most urgent thing in your heart was to cure my cold as soon as possible. ? I still remember that a few days before the final exam of grade three, I went home from school to review my lessons, and you specially made me eggs and some delicious food to supplement my nutrition. Because there are too many lessons to review, I have to study late, but you have been with me, helping me review my lessons, helping me solve problems and supervising my endorsement until 12. I sometimes fall asleep, but when I wake up, I'm confused. So you are still helping me with my schoolbag and school supplies. ? Time and time again, you made me deeply realize how great fatherly love is! ? Dad, I will always remember your love! Instructor: Li Debao's composition reveals his true feelings in a few words through some daily trifles in life. It fully embodies the writing theme of expressing ideas in words, which is very worth carrying forward and advocating. ?