1. Write an essay about I love my dad

In the world, maternal love and fatherly love are the greatest loves. My dad is no exception. He also has the greatest love in the world - father's love!

I remember one day, my test scores were very poor, and I would definitely be scolded by my father when I got home. I'm still thinking about whether to go home or not, hi! Little girls and heroes, if you dare to be brave, I'd better go home. You must know that my father is not a good person when he is angry. When I got home, I asked, "What's wrong? It took me so long to come back." Dad's serious look was enough to kill several cows. "Um...there's something...something happened. Dad, we..." I said bravely, "The results of our test...this week are out. Haha, please sign...your signature for me."

Sure enough, my courage will not be rewarded. I gently closed my eyes and prepared for the punishment to begin. "What kind of test paper is this? The mistakes here are so worthless. How will you get into college in the future? If you are like me, you will never want to be a successful person in the future..." Now, I found that there were a few more tears in my eyes. Dad talked angrily for a long time, and then suddenly said seriously: "Hi, daughter! I'm not talking about you, your mother worked hard to give birth to you. She just hopes that you will be a useful person, but you are so unwilling to make progress now, we What's the use of raising you? We work hard outside, and you just play at home. We just hope that we can have someone to rely on when we get old!" Suddenly, I realized that the parents around me were aging a lot. There were a few more tears in my eyes. This time it was not tears of sadness, but tears of emotion.

"Dad, I will study hard in the future and won't worry you anymore." I said softly with a few tears in my eyes. Dad listened and said, "I will help you with tutoring in the future. You must work hard. I will definitely be proud of you." "Okay, I will work hard. Thank you, Dad." I bowed to my dad respectfully. From now on, my grades will become very good, and I will always remember this sentence: Being a useful person is the best reward for my parents.

In the world, maternal love and fatherly love are the greatest loves. But parents' love is everywhere, sometimes in criticism; sometimes in an unintentional little thing. No matter when, love is the most beautiful emotion.

2. It takes an article and a half to write an essay titled I Love Dad

If I were a flower, father's love would be the soil that cultivates this flower; if I were If I were a ship, my father's love would be the rudder that guided my course; if I were a kite, my father's love would be the rope that would pull me.

My father was not good at words but very strict. My excellence when I was young was my father's pride. When I grew up, excellence was no longer a perfect score on a test paper. My father's expectations began to become a burden on me, making it difficult for me to achieve. The father began to find that his daughter, who had once made him very proud, always disappointed him in life. His father preached too much at the dinner table, so he was afraid to eat with his father.

In the drizzle, Dad came. I wanted to run away, but Dad pulled me up and cheered me up. We embraced the spring in the rainy season.

When I heard these words, an indescribable heat wave poured into my heart. My heart was originally moist, but in this heat wave of father's love, it was dried by him.

I fell asleep sweetly. In this sweet father's love, I dreamed that the bare tree actually grew green buds. The color was so green and so full of vitality.

I lay quietly on the bed. The moon couldn't bear the loneliness, so it still lifted its veil and spread its light to the world. Just think, maybe she sowed the seeds of love, so the darkness is no longer there. Dad and I must have both received a seed, but Dad’s cultivated one was better, exuding fragrant love.

Perhaps, the father's love is the thorns on the branches, and the children are the attractive roses. With the protection of the thorns, the pain and love of the thorns, the children can be more brilliant and fragrant.

I think that father's love is solid, like a big mountain, you can get close to it and feel its breadth and depth; father's love is warm, like a fireplace, you can lean against it, Feel its heat and warmth.

At that moment, I realized that it wasn’t that my father didn’t love me. His love was deep. The deeper the love, the stricter the teaching. It was my father’s strictness that made me gain a fortune. The more precious asset is self-reliance. I am also ashamed that I have not understood my father’s love until now.

Looking back on the past, my father is the mountain. He stands majestically in your heart, so tall and green. My father is a down-to-earth, sincere, diligent, honest, honest and loyal person. Father's love cannot be expressed in words, it can only be experienced with the heart.

When I cried out for the first time for the darkness and pain in this world, my father was like the bright red sun that rises every day over the mountain, lighting up my whole world. The bright beams of light strung my childhood into a ballad. I was swinging on the swing of time, carefree. My innocent laughter filled the forest with my father’s big beard. Although sometimes I was too naughty, I would feel slapped, all the birds stopped singing, and the woods were empty. After a long time, I realized that father's love is both a beard and a slap.

My father’s gaze is so penetrating. It always spurs me on, but it also erects two fences around me to correct my path forward. When I did something wrong, my father's eyes would hit me like a silent thunderbolt, shaking my heart. When I did something good and waited for praise, my father was so stingy with his words. His seemingly careless eyes always drew my eyes higher and further.

My father’s footprints are deep and large. I always sit under his back, perched in his footprints, touching the texture soaked with vicissitudes of life with my young hands, and reading about my father. The extension of time has made my father's footprints become two parallel lines. I leaned on my father's footprints with my arms and flipped through each chapter.

My father continued to write this wordless book for me, and I gradually remembered good and evil, honor and disgrace, pain and joy... My father's blood surged in my veins, and I began to use my father's The size measures your life...

Father's love is like a blue sea. I am boating on the sea, but I can never see the depth of my father's eyes.

It turns out that in this world , the role played by the father is almost the same! Your father is the one who still beats you and scolds you the most! 3. Write an essay "Parents' Love"

Parents' love is the greatest love in the world. Since we were born and came to this world, our parents have begun to love us until forever. Parents' Love is a kind of innate love for children, natural love. It is like rain falling from the sky, but it is so abundant that no one can control it. The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful force that can protect life is none other than parents. The love for us. The ancients said: "The thread in the hands of a loving mother is like the clothes on the wanderer's body. Before leaving, I fear that I will return late. Whoever speaks of the heart of an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." A mother's love is like a brilliant spring in the spring. The sun brings me warmth and light; my mother's love is like a stable and calm umbrella in the strong wind, protecting me from wind and rain; my mother's love always helps me when I am in difficulty, Give me motivation. That silky continuous love has become my strong backing, so that I no longer feel empty all the time. And my father's love is broad and profound, and it is informal. My father's love, Always give me the right guidance when I make mistakes; my father's love always gives me the right guidance when I encounter difficulties... If a mother's love is as deep as water, then a father's love is as deep as water. As thick as a mountain. When I talk about my parents, I feel infinite gratitude in my heart. My parents have worked hard for my growth. How should I repay this kindness? Since I was a child, my parents have taught me how to do things and how to behave. They told me about the Long March of 25,000 Miles, Mao Zedong, Zhou Enlai, Lei Feng’s story, Dong Cunrui’s bombing of the bunker... They told me that to do things, you must Be careful, be sincere to others, don't lie, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the elderly and care for the young, know how to repay kindness, know how to accept no reward without merit... What is the purpose of all this? In the past, I always naively believed that it was natural and proper for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, I realize what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of spirit it is. I don’t understand what kind of power motivates them, but it may be a kind of responsibility, a kind of love for children, whether it is selfless or loving, but there is no doubt that: they are indeed very good to us, and they do treat us carefully. Take care of us. Take every day as an example! Every morning, my mother makes breakfast for me, every noon, she makes lunch for me, and every night, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she is still working. When I study in the evening, My father came to tutor me again and taught me to be serious when doing every question and not to be careless. My parents educate me every day. Every day like this constitutes our happiness. Every day like this is ordinary. Yes, it is extraordinary, every day is a small thing, some is a big thing, facing the kindness of my parents, I should turn my gratitude into practical actions of filial piety, let us all love and care for our parents Bar. 4. Write a 600-word essay on father’s love

If maternal love is compared to a blooming lily, exuding its charming fragrance in every corner, then father’s love is like a jasmine. It silently exhales its fresh fragrance in a corner! We have always only praised the greatness of mother's love, but who knows the implicitness of father's love!

The word father's love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.

A jasmine plant may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. This is what father's love is, quietly blooming like jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will definitely accompany you throughout your life.

I am about to enter junior high school, and I have a heavy workload. I have to wait until on time to complete my homework, and I don’t finish my homework until nine or ten o’clock. My father often complains that I don’t hurry up. I am very used to completing my homework like this. I write and write every time, but it is too late and I am lying on the table. My father woke me up and criticized me harshly: "How can you do this! I don't believe you will still have the energy to listen to the lecture tomorrow.

What's the use of studying at night if you don't seize the time! How many times have I told you, but you just won’t listen! "After that, he didn't sympathize with me at all, and gave me a slap in the face, walked out of my room and slammed the door, which made a loud sound. I immediately turned off the light and lay on the bed. I felt extremely wronged and thought: "Other people It’s okay not to complete my homework, what’s wrong with me? Is it wrong to just drag it a bit? Can you blame me? "This slap made me burst into tears like boiling water. I always felt that my father was too unkind. My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him, and often looked at him with hostility. I felt extremely heartbroken and uncomfortable about this. Awesome. I searched for those words in my memory every day, and I always felt that I was right. One day, I found a piece of paper on my desk, which read as follows: My child, I didn’t mean to hit you, but I was just cruel. Iron does not make steel. Other people's children have finished their homework early and are still playing downstairs. How can your body hold up if you study like this every day? Dad hopes that you can study every minute and not let time pass by in a hurry, but you can't. I only saw that little time every night. I saw the traces of wiped tears on the note. I wrote a reply; Dad, I didn’t mean it. If I want to be angry with you, it’s my fault for treating you like that. But you have to understand me. I can’t let other people’s children go out to play after taking the time to finish their homework. I know my father’s good intentions. Son, I burst into tears and felt great regret. From this moment on, I finally realized the greatness of my father’s love: "Dad, I was wrong! "After two letters, I met my father but I didn't know what to say. He said to me: "Eat! "I clearly heard that I agreed, "Yeah! "He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you. You should pursue your goals. Dad won't ask you to do anything. As long as you think it's right, just do it! I have I deeply feel my father's love and intention for me. Inspired by his love, I must study hard and "fight" well to repay my father's love. 5. How to write an essay on the topic of Dad's Love

Dad's Love

I sat in front of my dad's bed and held his hands. The hands that used to be strong and broad turned out to be like this. He was thin and weak, his fingers were long and slender, and his veins were exposed. My heart shuddered when I touched my father's muscles and bones. I couldn't help but frown and closed my eyes to suppress the pain in my heart. Why is he missing? I thought about it, and tears burst into my eyes. I looked at my father's haggard face with tears, and I didn't know what to say. I could only feel the love in his eyes. Everything. Dad, are you blaming yourself? Your guilty eyes tell me. Are you blaming yourself for not raising us up and giving us more care and love? No, Dad. It’s me who should blame myself and repent! Think about how much you have given me over the years, and how much I have given you.

Why am I so ignorant? Why can't I understand all this earlier and cherish all this? Because all my fantasies have not come true, I despise you and this family. I envy other people's parents who have higher education, their family background, and everything they have... too. I once secretly thought that if I had different parents, I might be an artist, a popular singer, or a young poet. Look, how much vanity I have! A few days ago, Uncle Yang said about you. : Although your father has no education, he is much greater than some educated people! He believes that public things cannot be taken through the back door, but why can't those people do it? But such a good person... Oh! ! Dad, I was so proud and ashamed after hearing this - for those naive and absurd thoughts. Can you forgive me, Dad? But I saw a look of relief in your eyes. Eyes. You smiled - in your heart.

Dad not only took care of the flowers himself, but also often helped us spray water, hoe weeds, prune branches, and eliminate insects while we were finishing our homework. While working, he explained to us the characteristics of various flowers and the knowledge of flower cultivation. Once, I saw a branchy flower and plant, and asked, "Dad, why are you planting this?" Look at the long branches, not even a flower. My father did not answer me right away, but asked me: "Xiao Hong, when you are enjoying the cool air at night, there is a faint fragrance. Do you smell it?" ""Um! "I nodded.

Dad gently caressed the flower and said affectionately: "It's called tuberose. It doesn't compete with others and blooms quietly at night, emitting a faint fragrance. What a noble character!" I looked at tuberose and listened to it. Listening to my father's words, I fell into deep thought... After a pause, my father asked me again: "Xiao Hong, what kind of flower do you like best?" "That pot is an epiphyllum." "Oh, an epiphyllum? Why?" "It is precious. !" Dad pondered for a long time before saying word by word: "Ephemeral flowers are rare and valuable, but their character is not worthy of praise. Have you ever learned the idiom "a flash in the pan"? Be an epiphyllum!" Then, Dad told us about the elegance of Clivia, the stubbornness of plum blossoms, and the nobility of chrysanthemums... Dad's words flowed into our hearts like sweet nectar. Finally, my father gave me a pot of cactus, asking me to imitate it and not be afraid of severe cold and heat, and to be strong and self-respected. He gave me a pot of mimosa, asking my brother to guard against arrogance and impetuosity, and to be open-minded and eager to learn. That night, I had a sweet dream. In the dream, my brother and I turned into flowers, and my father was working hard to spray water, prune branches, and kill insects for us... 6. A 400~500-word essay on father's love

Father's love

There is a kind of love that motivates you to strive when you fail; there is a kind of love that inspires your belief in continuing to work hard when you succeed; there is a kind of love that prompts you to make up for your mistakes when you make a mistake; There is a kind of love that inspires you to get back up when you give up. This kind of love is called fatherly love.

Father's love is not as gentle, as warm, and as comfortable as mother's love, but father's love has its own unique color. It is deep, it is implicit, and it is silently dedicated to its children; it is down-to-earth, it is true, and it has always been giving like this.

My father’s love for me is special. I remember when I was six years old, I learned to ride a bicycle. Dad held me up, and then I gave up my courage to ride. Once Dad let me go, I stopped riding. This made my father so angry that he let go after holding him halfway. Being sensitive, I stopped all of a sudden. The car's center of gravity was unstable and it fell down. I also fell hard and cried loudly. My mother couldn't bear to watch, so she ran over to coax me, but my father stopped me. My father said, "If you want to learn to ride a bicycle, how can you do it without falling?" After that, he hugged me into the car and continued to teach me. I didn't dare to be careless this time. I focused entirely on riding the bike and didn't even notice that my father had let go of his hand. In this way, I learned to ride a bicycle. I secretly praised myself for being so smart, but I didn't expect my father's contribution.

Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang’s rice bag, and the rice spilled all over the floor, making me at a loss. At this time, I saw my father's eyes, and I was worried and happy at the same time. I was worried about how my father would blame me, but I was happy that my father would help me deal with this matter. I looked at my father with helpless eyes, hoping that he could help me think of a solution. But my father told Aunt Wang that I must bear the responsibility for the mistakes I made, and asked me to put the rice back into the bag. I held back my tears and picked up all the rice. I was hungry and tired, and my heart was filled with confusion. Other fathers are afraid of their children falling when they hold them in their hands, and they are afraid of melting when they are held in their mouths. But mine Why is dad like this? When I got home, I couldn't care less about complaining, ate my meal in a hurry and went to bed. At night, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She said reproachfully to my father: "The child is too young, why do you let her do such a job?" Dad said: "The child should bear the responsibility for his own mistakes. If I do this, it will be good for her when she grows up." At that moment, I understood what fatherly love is.

What does a father’s love look like? It is reserved and warm, caring for the children, special and sincere. 7. A 400-word essay about I love my dad

My dad has round eyes, a head of hair, and a nose that is flat on his wide mouth. My father is very amazing. Let’s take a look at his family and see how great my father is!

My father is a warm-hearted person. One day, my dad came back from get off work and I poured him a glass of water to quench his thirst. But suddenly, my neighbor's grandmother's phone was broken. My father found out that he put the water in his mouth directly on the table, and hurried to the grandmother's house. My father went to the old lady’s house and fiddled with their carvings. After a while, the phone was ready. When I got home, my dad was so tired that he picked up the glass of water and drank it all in one breath. This shows how tired my dad is.

My father is not only warm-hearted but also loves to learn. Another time, my grandma got up in the morning, cooked the rice, and went to the fields with a hoe on her back. When she left, my grandma told me and my dad to eat.

After I finished my meal, I went to the field with my grandma. When I came back, I saw that my dad was still doing some digging. And what about my dad? But he was reading there with gusto. My dad was really forgetting to eat and sleep!

My father is also very kind to me. Although our family is not rich, as long as I ask my father to buy something for me, my father will definitely buy it for me. Moreover, my father tutored me in my study every day, which made my study improve a lot. My dad is my idol.

I am proud to have such a father! Children, are you envious? 8. Write a 450-word composition on "Dad's Love"

A 500-word composition on "Dad's Love" Dad's love is like a clear spring, flowing in my heart forever.

During the summer vacation of my first grade, my father invited many of my classmates to the Science and Technology Museum in order to praise me for getting 100 points in three subjects in the final exam. On the way to the Science and Technology Museum, I had a sense of superiority because I scored 100 in three subjects. On the way, I reported all the shortcomings of other students and my advantages like a "running account", and asked them how to learn from me and learn from me. My learning method.

At this time, I found that my father's expression was extremely serious, so I asked my father what was wrong. My father replied very lightly: "It's nothing." Obviously, my father was a little angry, but I didn't know what happened to my father. Why should I be angry, so I muttered in my heart: "It's inexplicable."

On the way home from the Science and Technology Museum, my father sent the other students home first, and then immediately gave me a "disgrace" , "What's wrong with you!? Do other students have no self-esteem? Do you think it's great that you scored 100 points in all three subjects? A person who only values ??scores and doesn't know how to respect others will also be looked down upon. You If you are so proud, you will definitely not get 100 points in three subjects next year, and you will be surpassed by many people!" At this time, I noticed that my father's eyes were red.

I thought: Yes, don’t others have any self-esteem? Can't I consider other people's feelings? Won’t others hate me because I’m too proud? Finally, my uncontrollable tears flowed out. Those were tears of sadness and regret.

Dad, I was wrong! In the days that followed, whenever I wanted to praise myself again, I would think of what happened that night and stop talking. Dad, although there are no earth-shattering words, every word he said has been useful to me throughout my life.

Dad’s love is strict and selfless, and it is the most precious wealth given to me. ============================= Her black hair is mixed with a few white hairs, her face is a little dark, but her eyes are bright. There is a God, and that is my dad.

My father is already forty years old, but he still has a childlike innocence. When I was in fourth grade, I learned to play with a yo-yo by chance, so I bought one and started playing with it after I went home and finished my homework.

At this time, my father saw me having so much fun and actually wanted to give it a try, so he said to me: "Son, let me lend it to you to play with." So, I handed the yo-yo to me. Dad.

Dad didn’t know how to play at first. The ball always refused to obey his command, and he didn’t learn how to throw it for a long time. Dad looked very anxious, so I said to him: "Wait until the yo-yo slides to the bottom, then pull it up."

Dad got it after a few tries, and also learned to "sleep" and "sleep". "Walking the dog" and many other tricks! The more my father played, the more he became addicted. The more he played, the more interested he became, and he didn’t want to put it down for a while. My mother looked at my father's playful look and said, "I am 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an 'old naughty boy'!" "Haha..." There was a burst of joyful laughter in the house.

Dad not only has a childish heart, he is also very serious about his work. A few days ago, my father installed a computer in his office with many games installed on it! I really want to have a good time.

It just so happened that my father was going to the office today. I quickly begged my father to agree. Unexpectedly, he said to me sternly: "How come you learned to take advantage of the public at a young age? Will you be able to pay it back when you grow up?" I ran into my room angrily and slammed the door hard. , I cursed at my father's back: "Old stubborn!" Unexpectedly, my father never came back after leaving, so I had to sleep.

In the middle of the night, I woke up to go to the bathroom and saw the light in the study room was on. It turned out that my father was writing materials. The paper basket next to the desk was already full. His head was wet with sweat. He found that He looked at me with bloodshot eyes and said, "Go to bed quickly, we have classes tomorrow." I knew my father's stubborn temper, so I had to say: "Dad, you should go to sleep as well."

I went to bed. However, I couldn't sleep for a long time.

The moon is walking in the sky, the stars are blinking mischievously, but Dad is still writing the material. I am proud that I have an "old boy", a father who is serious about work and distinguishes between public and private affairs.

======================= Dad is a loving man. He has an obsessive love for his work, a sincere love for his family, and a respectful and deep love for his elders. Only his love for his daughter makes me feel an indescribable feeling.

The earliest and most profound love in my memory was when I was four years old. In the morning, my father mysteriously told me that someone would give me something in the evening. I asked excitedly and coquettishly: "Dad, dad, what is that?" Dad smiled and shook his head, refusing to say anything.

I spent the day in excitement and anticipation. In the evening, the whole family sat in the house. Dad came in last and ate fruit for a while. Then he quietly told me: "Baby, go and have a look in the corridor. Maybe the gift has been delivered."

< p> I quietly opened the door and saw a tall toy giraffe in the corridor with a bag of oranges hanging around its neck. I shouted happily: "Wow, the gift has been delivered!" Everyone in the room laughed. I didn't throw myself at the toy, I just threw myself into my father's arms. I felt so happy and happy! When I was five years old, my father went on a trip with his colleagues. When I celebrated my birthday, my father failed to come back, so he sent me a greeting card with the words "Happy birthday, baby!" and a drawing of a long-haired dog with long ears. Puppy, I naively called my dad: "Why is the puppy's hair so messy?" "Because the dog's mother is too busy and has no time to comb it!" Dad said with a smile.

I also laughed innocently. My father gave me selfless love and made me feel extremely happy and joyful! Much later, I learned about my father’s good intentions. My father lived in a difficult and harsh environment when he was a child. My father wanted to make up for his childhood life on his daughter, so that her daughter would have a carefree and extremely happy childhood.

I always think about the selfless love my father gave me, the depth and trueness of my father's love. People often say that mother's love is great, but I want to say that father's love is equally great and selfless! =========================.

9. Write an essay with the title "I love you, Mom and Dad"

Dad, Mom, I love you. The love of Mom and Dad is priceless. Sometimes, an encouraging look, a severe scolding, and a warm smile , all come from the love of my parents. Every past event makes me very touched. It is my growth process. My father went to work outside the country after I was born, and there were only my mother and me at home. When I was a child I cried a lot and was always sick. My mother had no choice but to ask my grandmother to take care of me. We lived in the Silipeng Subdistrict Office at that time, and the living conditions were very difficult. When I was one year old, I was sent to my grandmother's house in the countryside. Two years later, I reached the age of kindergarten. Because my mother usually lived frugally, we finally moved into a new house. However, my mother was engaged in family planning work and was very busy at ordinary times, but my mother never complained, no matter rain or shine. , my mother still gets up with me every morning, sends me to kindergarten, and then hurries to work. Now, I am in fifth grade. Although my mother’s love for me is not earth-shattering, it nourishes my heart like spring rain. Although sometimes My mother will scold me a few times when I make a mistake, but as the saying goes: spanking is affection, scolding is love. This may be another manifestation of my mother’s love for me. Now, my father has been transferred back to Wuhan to work, and he can work every weekend Going home has added a lot of fun to our lives. Dad's health is not very good, and he can't eat three meals a day on time. Mom often tells me: "I really want to take care of your dad!" I used to I don’t understand why my mother said this, but I understand now: my mother raised me at home with all kinds of hardships for ten years, so that I could become an adult. I swear: I must study hard and repay them when I grow up. Dad Mother's love is selfless, priceless, and the most beautiful emotion in the world. It will light up my whole life.