Lead: Father's love and mother's love often make you feel more familiar, but father's love does not exist. It appears silently beside you. It is not manifested externally, but the kind of hidden and deep affection. The following is a handwritten newspaper about the love of parents compiled by me. Welcome to read! Chapter 1: Parents' love handwritten newspaper content

Parents' love is like a downpour, without reservation.

children's return is like peeling silk and cocoon, bit by bit, setting conditions.

Parents' love is the essence of human beings, with no regrets and willingness.

Children's love is like a wild horse in bondage, reluctant to walk.

The parents' love overflowed, making them lose all their property.

in the end, I was left with a sick body, and I couldn't help myself.

There is no good or bad arrangement for children, and there is only a helpless choice.

Parents' love is appropriate and beautiful, leaving children with the expectation of self-reliance.

Let them learn to be diligent and thrifty, and rely on labor to create their own tomorrow.

Leave them room for self-reliance and let them know that happiness is hard to come by.

Parents' love, giving priority to education, setting the right direction and being moral.

doting is a disaster, destroying all hopes, and adults and children suffer together.

Parents' love, reason is paramount, just like sunshine, both gentleness and intensity exist for a long time. Chapter 2: Parents' love handwritten newspaper content

Love is not necessarily the care when we have a fever, but sometimes we don't pay attention to it, such as: teaching us to be a man, to do things, to do things in life ...

I opened the photo album and found out the photos when I learned to walk. At that time, I was so cute and so funny, wearing yellow suspenders, red Mickey Mouse shoes and yellow and white. My mother's hands protected me in tandem. I threw myself forward with a shovel in my hand. My mother would definitely hold me. I think I must be very happy at that time. Look at me in the photo again and wave at me, like saying to the person in front; "I'm coming! Wait for me! ..... "I think there must be a pair of big hands waiting for me in front. I have been walking towards my mother. Whenever I take a step, my mother will take a step back, in order to let me take a few more steps! At that time, maybe I thought: why is mom so far away from me?

Now that I have grown up, I look at my photos when I was a child, and then look at me now. I am sensible. I have thrived under the love of my parents. They have given me a lot of love, happiness and warmth ...

I love my family, and my parents respect each other as guests. Our life is happy and the days are sweet and beautiful. I am really happy to have such a family! Chapter 3: Parents' Love

The greatest and selfless love in the world is parents' love. It is not reflected when you are sick, injured or frustrated, but only in a small detail in your life.

I've never experienced it before, but I woke up at 5: 3 this holiday morning. I thought I was the first to wake up, and I wanted to wake up my mother to show off in front of her. But just as I was still tossing about in bed to get up, I heard a burst of noise from the kitchen. I decided to find out. It didn't matter if I didn't find out. I was shocked to find out that it was my mother. She is cooking breakfast for me, which really surprises me. In the past, she just gave the task to grandpa, or bought me some bread and cakes the day before, but today she cooked it herself. After being busy for half an hour, she took care of herself and went out to work. Later, I was in a daze and fell asleep again.

At about 7: 15, the telephone rang, and it was my mother who called: "Get up quickly! It's almost 7: 3. Breakfast is in the pot. Be careful when you take it out. If it gets cold, reheat it a little, but be careful. There is still one month to take the exam. I will go to Teacher Bo's house at nine o'clock to play seriously. Remember to read the English back in the morning. I have a hunch when I read more. I will be more handy when I do the questions. " "Ok, I know!" This is probably the most thoughtful answer I have ever given.

After hanging up the phone, I walked out of the room and saw the bowl of hot noodles and a cup of warm milk in the pot, and looked at the bowl of noodles with complete ingredients and fragrant smell and the steaming cup of milk. Isn't there a mother who loves me deeply in this breakfast?

In our family, my father has always played the role of "strict father". Whenever I talk back to my mother, he can stop me with a word. Whenever I am in a bad mood and want to lose my temper, he can immediately calm my mood; Whenever I make a mistake, his lesson can convince me, which is actually a kind of love.

In fact, parents' love can be seen everywhere. As long as you observe and experience with your heart, you will no longer crave meaningless love. Chapter 4: Parents' love handwritten newspaper content

Dad's love is like a solemn mountain, and Mom's love is like the sea of Wang Yang. Always caring for me, caring for me, let me know the value of life.

I remember when I was in the second grade, my math test paper was "missing". I remember sweating profusely. I took out my schoolbag and looked for it again and again, but I didn't see the "trace" of the examination paper. I was scared and helpless, so I had to borrow a copy from my classmate's house. My mother immediately went to Lin Yue's house to borrow an examination paper, but it was so late that all the copy shops outside were closed, so my mother had to bring the examination paper back and let me make a copy. "What? Copy one? So many, how is it possible? " I said loudly and cried. "It's so late to mention the examination paper, if just said earlier, you can make a copy. It's all you. If you don't tidy up your schoolbag, you should look in the drawer for books, exams and the like when you leave, and check your schoolbag for anything missing. After all this ... "Mom kept talking as soon as she said it." Remember? " "Remember!" I replied with a little knowledge. After that, I began to copy the examination paper.

Mom was waiting anxiously by the side. She was afraid that I was hungry, so she went to give me hot milk to drink. I suddenly felt a warm current rushing all over my body.

One hour, two hours, three hours ... I've been writing, my parents have been waiting, and my father will help me with my problems. Mom waited for me to go to bed, but I was still trying to copy and write on the table. My parents' eyes were red, and there was a circle of black bags under their eyes. They looked exhausted. I feel very sad. I didn't write a complete examination paper until two o'clock in the morning.

Looking back on this, I understand my father's good intentions and my mother's well-meaning. Although my parents are "ruthless" and "making things difficult for me" in my study, it just shows my parents' sense of responsibility. These memories have been stuck in that mind, inspiring me to move forward! Chapter 5: Parents' Love Handwritten Newspaper Content < P > A person must stand the joy brought by success and the pain brought by failure at the same time. On the one hand, don't be carried away by praise, and don't be seized by criticism. Only by correctly treating success and failure in life can you become a strong and successful person and succeed.

that was in my fourth grade.

I only got 9 points in the math exam. I am so excited that I want my mother to go back and praise me. After school, I ran home excitedly. I showed my mother the paper. My mother asked me, "Son, is this really your score?" I can't believe that you have been ill for half a month, and you can still get this score. "

I thought that my mother's praise would be even worse than my father's, but it turned out not to be like this at all.

when my father came back, I picked up the test paper for my father to read, but my father asked me what the highest score was, and my excitement suddenly dropped. I stammered, "One ... One ... Hundred." Dad yelled at me, you are 1 points short of others. At this time, my mother came out. "She has been ill for half a month, and it is good to get this result." I rushed out of the room and cried, while my parents were still arguing.

When I pick up this paper again, I feel really bad. Many questions are vague and wrong. Now I know that my mother's encouragement gives me confidence, my father's criticism gives me motivation to move forward, and encouragement and warning let me move forward all the way.