In October, the baby is heavy and the reward is light. Song of exhorting filial piety
One-foot-three baby, ten years and eight years' work. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother said that the child was lying dry and the mother was asleep and wet. Song of exhorting filial piety
The mother's bitter son has not seen it yet, and the child's mother is uneasy. Song of exhorting filial piety
My mother is one hundred years old and often reads eighty children. Song of exhorting filial piety
With a loving mother, the prodigal son does not feel cold. Song of exhorting filial piety
I didn't know my parents when I loved them. Children's language
The old white-headed mother hid her face and cried, and her shirt and sleeves were broken. Han Yu
When the mother instrument hangs down, it is bright and the night platform is silent. Motto collection
The mother used the needle and thread in her hand to make clothes for her long-distance son. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring? [Tang] Meng Jiao
Yesterday, Meng Mu chose a neighbor. In Mencius' laziness, she cut the cloth. Three Character Classic
Mother, the first relative in the world; Motherly love is the first love in the world. Strict words
The only unpolluted love in the world is maternal love. Strict words
When you succeed, everyone is a friend. But only mother-she is the partner of failure. zheng zhenduo
Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. The Book of Songs
What's wrong with having no father? What's wrong with not having a mother? The Book of Songs
A father's virtue is a son's legacy. Strict words
Parents are highly respected; Give children a good education. Motto couplets
Don't be happy with children, and don't sigh without children. Han Yu
Everyone knows that it is good to have boys and girls, but they don't know that men and women will make people old. Wang Jian
All parents in the world; The rarest person in the world, brother. Motto Lian Bi
Being a parent is the best in the world; Being a child is the greatest filial piety in the world. Motto Lian Bi
My father gave birth to me, and my mother bowed to me, caressed me, nurtured me, nurtured me,
Take care of me and answer me. The Book of Songs
Father is not kind, son is not filial; A brother who is not a friend is disrespectful; Husband is unfair.
This woman is not smooth. Yan Zhitui [Southern and Northern Dynasties]
There are no virtuous fathers and brothers in life, no strict teachers and friends outside, and few people can succeed. [Song] Lv Gongzhu
Parents do whatever they want, and I will continue to describe it; I cherish the thoughts of those parents. Motto Lian Bi
In the eyes of parents, children are often a part of themselves, and children are his ideal chance to start over.
mother love
People say that maternal love is the greatest in the world. Some mothers take care of their children in life, and some mothers are strict with their children in thought ... mothers cultivate the next generation with all their love.
If it weren't for maternal love, how could Miao Miao, who was wandering in the streets and villages, find a warm home!
If it is not a mother's love, how can Miao Miao, who finds a warm home and a comfortable home, play with the children around him!
If it is not a mother's love, how can the playing seedlings grow into strong trees!
It is maternal love that gives me a warm home!
It is maternal love that gives me the opportunity to play with my children!
It is maternal love that makes me grow from a seedling to a big tree!
Thank her for giving me a loving home!
Thank her for giving me the same opportunity as others!
Thanks to her, let me grow from a seedling to a big tree!
I'll never forget her.-Mom!
I will never forget that deep maternal love!
Liu Yong's Hands-Free Dad also mentioned many articles about fatherly love.
The full text is as follows:
There used to be an interesting story in the newspaper. The owner of a kindergarten in Taipei collected more than 100 photos of children in order to get to know their parents, and found that most of the fathers in the photos had no hands.
"In the eyes of children, the father is a person who lacks contact." The director said so.
Is it true that fathers don't have much contact with children?
I remember an old professor said:
"A man is like a male bird. When the female bird hatches in the nest, the male bird's responsibility is to go out and find something to eat. So men can't stay at home. His occupation is to go out to work. Men love children too much, which will affect their career development. "
His words influenced me for a long time, but after seeing a wonderful picture, my concept changed.
The picture shows the frozen South Pole. Thousands of penguins stand upright in the same direction, like hundreds of "blackhead tombstones", standing in the snow.
Curiously reading the instructions, I found that a penguin was hatching eggs. They put eggs on their feet and wrapped them in their bellies and thick feathers. Those eggs that can maintain MINUS 37 degrees in the snow and ice at MINUS 40 degrees. What's even more surprising is that these pro-penguins are all penguin fathers.
In the more than 50 days when the penguin father hatches eggs, the penguin mother will go far away to find something. "She" ran for more than two months, and the penguin father didn't eat anything, so he stood upright. Because if they leave for a few minutes, the eggs will freeze. When the little penguin hatches, before his mother comes back, his father will spit out his gastric juice and feed it to his baby.
In a biological film, I saw a wading bird commonly known as "Jesus bird". The job of taking care of the young birds is entirely undertaken by the males. In the film, two birds are playing in the water, and the male bird is watching. Suddenly, he saw the crocodile swimming over. The male bird immediately rushed to the bird's side, spread his wings, squatted down, put the birds under his arm and flew away.
I think even birds know that couples will adjust their roles according to the situation. Why in human society, many people think that only mothers can take care of children. You know, men not only love their children very much, but also deprive their children and their fathers of the opportunity to fall in love when their wives don't let their husbands "do it".
I remember a short message saying:
"It's so dark and windy. Dad went fishing. Why doesn't he go home? "
I remember a poem by Lin:
"I work hard, day and night. Hungry, afraid to buy food. I walked down the street and saw other people's children and surrounded them with noodles. Look after other people's children and run into the bakery to buy bread; Looking at other people's children, I squeezed into the candy store to buy candy ... I thought as I walked: I should give my children some pocket money after I go home and secretly put it in their schoolbags. " ("Think while walking")
I remember the anti-Japanese movie "The Roar of China" said:
"For our children and grandchildren, we will continue to fight."
On my way home from the office, I watched the men coming in and out on the road. After work, many people pull their heads forward. I thought, who took their heads away?
Is it home? Is it a child?
Every time I see bodies all over the battlefield on TV news, most of them are men's. I wonder how many of them will be the father of the child. How many of their children will really realize that their father killed for his family and was killed for his family?
Today, I want to say to every child who has "never painted for his father":
Don't think that your father doesn't love you because he doesn't hug you. Their hands may be working with black engine oil, they may be digging dirty sewers, their hands may be sore on the computer keyboard, and their hands may be eager to make more money-here you are.
Their hands don't even know how to cherish themselves!
So, don't wait for him to reach out and hug you, you should reach out and hug him first and say:
1989, a major earthquake occurred in Los Angeles, USA. In less than 4 minutes, 300,000 people were injured to varying degrees.
In the chaos, a young father settled his injured wife and rushed to his 7-year-old son's school. The beautiful three-story teaching building, which used to be full of children's laughter, has become a ruin.
He suddenly felt dark in front of him and shouted, "Amanda, my son!" " "After kneeling on the ground and crying for a while, he suddenly remembered what he often said to his son:" No matter what happens, I will always be with you! ""He stood up firmly and walked towards the ruins.
Knowing that his son's classroom was in the left back corner of the first floor, he walked there quickly.
Just as he was digging, parents with children rushed in and saw the ruins. They cried and shouted, "My son!" ""My daughter! "After crying, he left in despair. Someone came up and grabbed his father and said, "It's too late, there's no hope. Father looked straight at these kind people and asked, "Who wants to help me?" "No one gave him a definite answer, so he dug in.
The fire chief stopped him: "It's too dangerous. There may be a big explosion at any time. Please leave. "
Father asked, "Will you help me?"
The policeman came up and said, "I can understand your sadness, but it is dangerous for yourself and others." Go home right away. "
"Will you help me?"
People shook their heads and sighed and walked away, thinking that the father was insane because he was too sad to lose his child.
However, my father has only one thought in his heart: "My son is waiting for me!"
He dug for 8 hours, 12 hours, 24 hours, 36 hours, and no one stopped him again. His face was dusty, his eyes were bloodshot, his clothes were tattered and there was blood everywhere. In the 38th hour, he suddenly heard the voice of a child under the ruins: "Dad, is that you?"
It's my son's voice! Father shouted, "Amanda! My son! "
"Dad, is it really you?"
"It's me, it's dad! My son. "
"I told my classmates not to be afraid, saying that as long as dad is alive, he will definitely come to save me and save everyone. Because you said that no matter what happens, you will always accompany me! "
"How are you now? How many children are alive? "
"We have 14 students here, all alive. We are all in the corner of the classroom. The roof collapsed, forming a big triangle. We have not been smashed. "
Father shouted around: "there are 14 children here, all alive!" Come on! "
Passers-by have come forward to help.
After 50 minutes, a safety exit was opened.
Father's voice trembled and said, "Come out! Amanda. "
"no! Dad. Let my classmates go out first! I know you will be with me, and I am not afraid. No matter what happens, I know you will always be with me. "
The great father and son embraced happily.
umbrella
The most sincere maternal love, the most selfless maternal love, the greatest maternal love and the most eternal maternal love in the world. After that, I have a deeper understanding of maternal love. ...
Snowflakes were floating in the sky that day. I took my umbrella home, and accidentally, it fell into the mud and got dirty. When I got home, I was afraid that my mother would scold me and wanted to wash. But on such a cold day, how cold it should be to get into the water! So I quietly put my umbrella in the corner of the door.
I was about to go to bed at night when I suddenly heard the rhythmic sound of "brushing". I crept into the bathroom, opened a door and looked inside. My mother is brushing her umbrella. I saw her hunched over, holding the scrubber tightly in one hand. The scrubber was covered with black mud, and black foam floated on her hand. Hold the umbrella with the other hand, and the umbrella is tilted in the basin. The water in the basin has almost turned into sewage, but my mother is still brushing it carefully. Her hands wiped the mud on the umbrella and pressed her waist against the wall from time to time. She has a painful expression on her face. Sweat oozed from her forehead. She frowned and brushed meticulously. The white umbrella surface slowly appeared, and the black mud was slowly smoothed out. Mother gradually showed a gratified smile, and her locked eyebrows relaxed again.
Suddenly, my mother pulled back her blushing hand with lightning speed, and her brow wrinkled into a ball. There are several blood stains on the hands, so many calluses! My mother choked back the pain, gasped, as if it could relieve the pain, and reached into the biting cold water ... I pursed my lips and couldn't believe it. Mother's hand retracted and extended again and again. How much pain she has suffered! Finally, my mother reluctantly cleaned the umbrella, and several elegant and pure lilies appeared on the white umbrella surface, but can this lily compare with my mother's love for me? Can't! No matter how elegant and pure the lily is, how can it compare with the sincerity and touching of maternal love? Nothing in the world can compare with great maternal love! Slowly, my eyes are moist, and I don't know why, my heart is always uneasy. ...
At this time, my mother stood up and leaned against the wall, but I couldn't move against the wall. I wiped my tears, hurriedly pushed open the door, hugged my mother, but accidentally touched her hand. Oh, my God! Is this still mom's soft, delicate and warm hand? I choked up and said, "Mom, your hand ..." My mother was taken aback and then smiled and said, "Son, why are you awake? I'm really sorry. I just want to pour water, it's not in the way. Oh, hands ... hands are very good ... you go to sleep quickly! " "What should I do? I soiled my umbrella, but you brushed it. How can your hand be okay? ..... go back to your room and sleep. I will help you. " I fought back my tears and helped my mother to bed. Turning around, I saw my mother's gratified smile from the corner of my eye ... I picked up the washbasin and suddenly understood why my mother always pressed her waist against the wall. Tears welled up in my eyes-it turned out that my mother's back pain was back again. ...
Mom, you let me have a deeper understanding of maternal love: maternal love is the vast sea, I am a boat, nestled in the embrace of the sea; Maternal love is a vast sky, and I am a cloud floating on the edge of the sky; If maternal love is warm sunshine, I am a grass, enjoying the love given to me by sunshine.
In fact, I think maternal love is more like a pure umbrella. It is everywhere, and it is also silently dedicated, just as true and beautiful. ...