A. Parental love. 200-word essay for primary school

Essay on parents' love

Love can be seen everywhere around us! There is a kind of love that is the most selfless and without any impurities in the world, and that is the love of parents for Our love!

I remember that when I was a child, I often had high fevers. Once, I had a high fever again, my face was red and I felt very uncomfortable. My mother saw that I was not feeling well and knew that I had a high fever again. So, she quickly packed up and asked her father to take me to the hospital. On the way to the powerless hospital, the sky suddenly darkened, and the air seemed to solidify, making me breathless. It was getting darker and the wind was getting stronger. I thought it was going to rain soon, and we didn’t bring an umbrella, so we were going to be drowned. But at this time, my father took out the umbrella he had prepared from his bag and held it up. Hold the umbrella and lean it hard towards me. My mother and I didn't catch a drop of rain, but half of my father's clothes were soaked. My mother was carrying me, and beads of sweat the size of soybeans fell from her forehead drop by drop, mixing with the rain. At the same time, I couldn't tell whether it was sweat or rain.

When I arrived at the hospital, I heard my mother anxiously asking the doctor: "How is my child's condition? Do I need an injection?" As she spoke, she kept stroking my forehead. .

I was lying on the hospital bed. My mother was afraid that I would be in pain, so she gently stroked my hand and asked gently: "Does it still hurt?" While asking, she told me a story. After a while, my mother went out to buy me dinner under an umbrella. When she came back with a delicious meal, I touched my mother's hand and it was cold. "Mom, your clothes are wet, are you cold?" Mom touched my head and said with a smile, "I'm not cold." Mom only focused on letting me eat steaming meals and forgot about herself. Eating this warm meal and looking at my mother who was shivering slightly from the cold, my heart was filled with infinite emotion.

Parents' love is like a masterpiece. I read it carefully and understood every detail, but I couldn't finish it.

Hope to adopt it~~~

B. Primary school Chinese composition: Parental love

Maternal love

Everyone has maternal love. That maternal love is selfless; maternal love is great; maternal love is pure. Mother's love is like the spring breeze, blowing your heart, how warm that mother's love is.

In the first two weeks, I accidentally sprained my ankle while playing basketball. My mother took me to the doctor and prepared to send me home.

When my mother carried me up to the sixth floor, I could not reach the third floor. I saw that her feet were already shaking from exhaustion, but she seemed so relaxed. She was afraid that I would find something and she would bite her. Gritting her teeth, she continued to climb up. I saw her brows furrowed, the clothes on her back were wet with sweat, and she was shaking even harder. Mom had to put me down, "Mom, you don't have to carry me up, I can go up by myself." Just walk up slowly." Mom forced a smile and said, "Jiajia, your foot is injured. The doctor said you should try not to move. It's really useless, but it doesn't matter. Just let me rest for a while."

Suddenly, my eye circles became moist, and tears could not help but jump down. At this time, I felt that I had a great mother, because she gave me selfless love, and I was proud of myself.

Just as "The Song of the Wandering Son" said: "Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring light." Everything my mother does for me contains deep love. I want to repay my mother with practical actions, not to make her angry, to help her do what I can, study hard, and strive to get good grades.

Father's love

That day, my mother came home from a business trip and said she had brought me a bag of goodies. I couldn't wait to open it and saw that it was some fragrant hand-caught sheep hooves. , I have never eaten it. Looking at the fragrant sheep's hooves, my mouth watered. My mother said: "Son, don't worry, wait until dad comes back in the evening to eat." I had to give up, hoping to have dinner early today.

Finally it was time for dinner. As soon as I got to the table, I picked up a sheep's hoof and ate it. It was so delicious! I looked up and saw that my father was not eating the sheep's hooves, so I asked strangely: "Dad, these sheep's hooves are delicious, why don't you eat them?" Dad said: "It's delicious, just eat more of them. I don't like eating sheep's hooves." "I believed it and ate the other two sheep's hooves. After eating, I licked my fingers and said, "Dad, it's a shame that you don't like eating such delicious food." Dad just smiled and said nothing.

When I came back from school at noon the next day, I heard my father and mother talking in the kitchen as soon as I entered the house. I only heard my mother ask: "You really don't like eating sheep's hooves?" Dad replied: "Where?" "You bought too little, and my son has never eaten it. Let him eat more. It doesn't matter if I eat it again when I have the opportunity." Only then did I realize that my father loves me so deeply! I secretly made up my mind that I must study hard in the future, become a useful person to society when I grow up, and repay the love of my parents.

C. Composition on the love of parents in the fifth grade of primary school

Gratitude to parents

When we grow up day by day, our parents always We grow old every day; when our children grow up day by day, we will inevitably grow old day by day; and at this time, our parents have either passed away or are dying, and their time is running out. Life is such a back-and-forth cycle that is passed on endlessly; birth, old age, illness, death, metabolism, are passed down from generation to generation. The laws of nature are irresistible!

When we are both parents and children, we Only then did we truly understand the parents’ thoughts for their children, their deep love for their children, and their infatuation with their children. It is only when we become parents that we deeply understand the kind of dedication, dedication, and devotion our parents give to us without asking for anything in return... The love that parents have for their children is truly heavenly. The most selfless and greatest love among all kinds of love below!

In the early years, because I was young and energetic, I would often worry about some problems, the difference in society’s understanding of life, and I always thought my parents were nagging, wordy, and couldn’t keep up with the situation. Even in the It’s a rare occasion every year when I go home and unintentionally make my parents angry. Think about it, I am really ignorant! Can't you just say a few words to make your parents happy? Can't you just go along with them and say you won't argue with them? Are you happy that you made them angry? well! But when I regretted it, it was already too late, there was no chance.

Of course, parents will not care about their children. No matter how wrong their children are, parents are always concerned about their children's fate, their future and their future. I remember those years when my little sister had not yet gotten married, and my father always said, "When the youngest has a family of her own, I will have nothing to worry about and feel relieved." But how can parents rest assured? They are always thinking about their children all the time, thinking about our work, study, family, sisterhood, personal development, etc. They are always thinking about our children when we encounter setbacks. It always gives us encouragement and confidence, allowing us to overcome difficulties and get out of trouble; when we forget about it, it gives us a wake-up call to calm down and reflect on ourselves, so that we can be neither arrogant nor impetuous, be honest, and do things in a down-to-earth manner. No matter in good times or in adversity, parents They always point out our shortcomings in a timely manner and help us see and understand ourselves clearly. They are always concerned about every achievement and mistake we make and are responsible for keeping our steps on the right track.

Our parents are really as kind to us as a mountain, and their love is as deep as the ocean!

"Whoever speaks an inch of grass will be rewarded with three rays of spring." "Everyone in the world says that gods are good, but only children and grandchildren can never forget them; there have been many infatuated parents since ancient times, but who has ever seen filial children and grandchildren?" We could have done better!

It is parents who built their families, and it was the combination of their lives that gave birth to each of our individual lives at that moment, making us a unique self among billions of people, different from everyone else of me. From our babbling to toddlerhood, our parents have guided us, protected us, nurtured us, and taught us all the way to become a real person, so that we can live up to the title of human being throughout our lives.

Although I have always been regarded as a person who respects my parents, but because I have not been with my parents for many years, I have not fully achieved the good wishes in my heart. I have always thought that after retirement, I would have enough time to study hard. Stay with them, do some chores for them, take care of their daily life, stay with them day and night, enjoy family life, and give them more joy and pleasure in their later years; and if you have the conditions, accompany them in their daily life. Walk around and look around. After working hard all their lives, it’s time for them to feel the sweetness of life and the great changes of the times.

But now, the son wants to be filial but his relatives are not around! My good wish to take good care of them has not been realized, and I will never have the chance to listen to my father's teachings again.

It is like a machine that has been running continuously for a lifetime without maintenance or repair, and many parts are seriously worn. My father left quietly one morning without saying goodbye to us or leaving a last word! Now I can only offer incense and pray to my father's portrait: Dear dad, although my daughter loves you very much, she has made you angry a lot. My daughter is sorry for you! Your daughter knows that you love her the most, and you often praise your daughter to your colleagues in the bureau. Everyone knows that your daughter is your pride, your joy, and your happiness. But in front of your daughter, you always find faults and point out shortcomings. You want your daughter to be more perfect and make more progress! Why doesn't your daughter understand your feelings? You are a loving father and a strict father. It is you and mother who raised us together. If mother takes care of us more in life, then father you cultivate us more in thought. Father! How are you over there? My daughter will always be grateful to you and miss you forever. We will take good care of her mother. Rest in peace!

Dear father, your children have carefully carved this eulogy for you on your tombstone: "You fought against the Japanese pirates on the battlefield with majesty and integrity in your old age, and you stand tall on the border in your later years." This is a reflection of your integrity and uprightness in your life. You are worthy of being a role model for us!

Here, I want to say to my parents with the voice from the bottom of my heart:

I am grateful to my parents for their hard work and hardships for my growth; I am grateful to my parents for their hard work for us. Life is infused with the sweet spring of love, the essence of love.

I am grateful to my parents: it was you who taught me how to face adversity with strength, so that I never lost confidence when I encountered any difficulties during these years of independent living, and could face them calmly and bravely; yes You taught me a lot about how to be a human being, and made me understand that I should help those who are in trouble, encourage those who are frustrated, help those who are embarrassed, remind those who are doubtful, and help those who have low self-esteem. Say a word of pride for him and give comfort to those who are in pain. I am grateful to my parents for their earnest teachings throughout my life, which enabled me to know what is beautiful, kind, and upright, and what is evil, ugly, and despicable; what is worthy of imitation and what cannot be implicated; what should be pursued hard and what should be pursued. Consciously resist; what should be generous and kind, and what should hate evil as hatred!

Being grateful to our parents is also grateful to ourselves. Our parents’ today is our own tomorrow!

Let us be grateful, so that the reincarnation of life will have a virtuous cycle and beautiful splendor!

D. The love story of parents~~Composition of 800 wordso

Time flies like an arrow, and the sun and the moon fly by. Like sand through a glass of sand, it slipped away in the blink of an eye. How did the smart mom and the strong dad come together? Hehe...

In an instant, I entered the time tunnel and traveled to sixteen years ago like Doraemon. . In the romantic green forest, that shy and slender girl with pigtails and a red suit trimmed with peonies, isn't she my mother? (Wow, you’re so earthy! Didn’t my mom gain weight after giving birth to me?) The young man with shiny, explosive hair and a patched suit is my dad. ! (Dad has now changed to a traitor’s hair. It’s better to have afro hair. Three words: spirit!) I turned into a little bird and flew to a small branch to eavesdrop on my parents’ true confession. "I love you.can you marry with me?" I saw my mother's red face covered with a happy smile: "yes!" Haha! Seeing how happy my father is and how he keeps coaxing his mother with sweet words, my mother must be very proud!

I turned into a little fly and went through the time tunnel to 15 years ago. (Previous home) Is this my parents’ love nest? Xixi, so beautiful! Who is that little guy who is so happy that he sheds tears when he is held in his mother's arms? I took a closer look, hum! It’s my sister~ My mother sang songs to coax the little baby. It was as beautiful as the rhythm of the tides on the sea. I was so envious that I gritted my teeth! The door opened with a bang, and the sweaty father bought milk and quickly put it in the bottle. The little baby drank it all in one go, ha! My sister was so cute when she was young: eyes like hibiscus, red lips, and little hands like jade bamboo shoots. Mom and dad are so happy, and the atmosphere is so warm!

Yoyo, the love story between mom and dad is so sweet! My sister and I are the result of my parents’ love...

E. Composition: 300 words of parents’ love for the fourth grade of elementary school

Parents’ love is selfless and never asks for anything in return. As a famous saying goes: "The love of parents for us is as long as the road, but the love of children for their parents is as short as chopsticks." Mom and Dad are our good friends when we grow up. Next, let me tell you the story of my parents and me!

My mother is a good helper when I am discouraged. When I did not do well in the math test, I thought in my heart: I must go home to I was scolded by my mother. However, when I signed the test paper to my mother, I lowered my head for fear of being scolded by my mother. However, things were not as bad as I imagined. My mother only said: "It doesn't matter, I won't do well in the exam next time." Keep working hard and try your best to take the exam next time!" After listening to my mother's encouragement, I felt filled with a huge amount of power, as if it was about to gush out. It’s true that “hard work pays off”. I scored more than 90% on the next math test. My mother accounted for more than half of the credit for this exam. My mother’s encouragement is indispensable in life. Only with encouragement can I have confidence.

Dad is the healing potion for my pride. This year, I subscribed to "Jinhua Evening News Little Reporter". I sent an essay to Teacher Chen's mailbox, and Teacher Chen helped me submit it. Unexpectedly, my essay was published in the newspaper. What a surprise! I told my dad about this happy event, but my dad said: "Don't be proud, keep working hard next time." I know this is my dad's tough love for me.

Mom and Dad, thank you for paying so much for me, I will definitely repay you in the future!

F. Story composition of parents’ love

Maternal love is a sachet that brings blessings to children; maternal love is a fire that fills the heart with warmth; maternal love is a candle that selflessly dedicates beauty... Whenever I savor the deep and deep maternal love When I was young, I couldn't help but think of my mother, that kind face, and the vivid and tortuous childhood memories.

Maternal love is deep, maternal love is delicate, maternal love is selfless and great. Only by experiencing and feeling with my heart can I be qualified to accept this love, this priceless love. On Mother's Day this year, I remembered what a philosopher said about flowers: Mother is an endless book.

Yes, I will never forget the love my mother gave me in my life...

There is a kind of love, which is the most selfless love in the world; there is a kind of giving, which is the most sincere giving in the world; there is a kind of care, which is the most selfless love in the world. The most permanent care, this is everything our mother gives us. Mother's love is silent; mother's love is delicate; mother's love is great; mother's love is lasting.

Everyone comes to the world after ten months of pregnancy by their mother. From the time of giving birth to a little life, the mother's responsibility has become so heavy. She is responsible for the growth and continuation of life. Some first-time mothers have severe reactions during pregnancy, and even experience vomiting and can't eat. However, they still hold on for the sake of the children in their stomachs. I don't know what I felt when I was lying on the delivery bed, but I guess it must be anticipation accompanied by pain. Perhaps only a mother is qualified to discuss all of this. The torment of October makes all the pain seem so indifferent with the cry of the baby, and the pain turns into happiness in an instant. Perhaps because of motherhood, they take good care of them just like they treat the flowers and plants in the greenhouse. One stroke was so gentle. A child's growth is inseparable from his mother's care and love. They may even be stingy with themselves in order to feed and clothe their children well, but they will never treat their children badly.

As the children grow up, the mother's path is difficult, but the mother never gives in when faced with difficulties. She devoted all her life's love to her children. But as a young person, I always felt that among our sisters, I was the one my mother disliked the most, so I inevitably felt resentful and incomprehensible towards my mother, and often hurt her intentionally or unintentionally. It wasn't until I grew up, left my hometown, missed my mother, and recalled every bit of the past that I realized that my mother treated every child with the same love, because every child is the flesh that fell from the mother's body. Every time I receive a call from my mother, I feel a kind of warmth from my heart. Apart from my mother, I think it is difficult to find anyone else who can give me this feeling. Maybe only by staying away from your loved ones and missing your loved ones can you learn to cherish family ties more. Every time I go home to visit my parents, I feel that time flies so fast and the days I spend with them are so short. Just because I feel the rush of time, I will cherish every minute with my parents. Listening to my mother talk about the current situation at home is something I must hear every time I go home. I have summarized and summarized the questions my mother had to ask me: First: Are you busy at work? Are you tired? Second: personal issues. I know my mother's thoughts and hope that I will find a good home soon and fulfill her wish. Even for my parents, I want to find my happiness as soon as possible. My mother is now older, wrinkles have appeared on her face, and the black hair on her head has gradually turned into silver threads. I know that this is a testimony of my mother’s vicissitudes of life and her hard work. Although we have grown up, in the eyes of our mother, we will always be children. Children who will never grow up, she still gives us endless care.

What our mother has given us is not only life, but also the grace of upbringing. That great love, I think it will be difficult for me to repay it in my whole life, and it is even more impossible to repay. I know that there are many words to describe mothers, and there are many words to describe maternal love, such as greatness, broadness, kindness, kindness, etc., so I can't find more accurate words to describe mothers than these, but I know that "crows feed back." " and the principle of "the lamb kneeling at the breast", so I will try my best to repay the warmth and care my mother gave me. I also hope that children all over the world can be kind to the elderly and their mothers

G. Essay on the love story of parents for the third grade of junior high school, 2,000 words

I have never been able to figure out why Yue Lao has a red line. I would associate my father and my mother together, because no matter how I look at them, I feel that they are not a good match.

When I wanted to tell them this idea of ??writing a love story about my parents, I thought they would scream "no", but who knew they actually laughed and asked me to do it in a pretentious humor? The story is written in a romantic and beautiful way. At that time, I was really "sweaty". After considering the old photos of my parents, I began to write about my parents’ love story in a big way.

Their encounter was not a gorgeous encounter, their acquaintance was not a romantic one, and their love was not "only when the mountains and the earth are in harmony can I dare to be with you." But their stay together is indeed "holding my son's hand and growing old together".

I learned from my mother that she and my father were introduced through friends at that time. At that time, my father was a kind-hearted and handsome boy, and my mother was also a tall and graceful girl. Because we were able to talk, we decided to be friends first. My mother said that my father was quite romantic at that time. Every time he asked her out, he would give her a bouquet of roses and he would often take her for a ride on his bicycle.

Slowly and over time, they fell in love, and they decided to upgrade from ordinary friends to life partners.

I asked my mother why she fell in love with my father at that time. My mother said that it was because she was dazzled and dizzy. I asked... ...

H. Composition "Parents' Love Story" for the third grade of elementary school

Mom and Dad's Love Story

Time flies, day passes. The moon flies like a shuttle. Like sand through a glass of sand, it slipped away in the blink of an eye.

How did the smart mom and the strong dad come together? Hehe...

In an instant, I entered the time tunnel and traveled to sixteen years ago like Doraemon. . In the romantic green forest, that shy and slender girl with pigtails and a red suit trimmed with peonies, isn't she my mother? (Wow, you’re so earthy! Didn’t my mom gain weight after giving birth to me?) The young man with shiny, explosive hair and a patched suit is my dad. ! (Dad has now changed to a traitor’s hair. It’s better to have afro hair. Three words: spirit!) I turned into a little bird and flew to a small branch to eavesdrop on my parents’ true confession. "I love you.Can you marry with me?" I saw my mother's red face covered with a happy smile: "YES!" Haha! Seeing how happy my father is and how he keeps coaxing his mother with sweet words, my mother must be very proud!

I turned into a little fly and went through the time tunnel to 15 years ago. (Previous home) Is this my parents’ love nest? Xixi, so beautiful! Who is that little guy who is so happy that he sheds tears when he is held in his mother's arms? I took a closer look, hum! It’s my sister~ My mother sang songs to coax the little baby. It was as beautiful as the rhythm of the tides on the sea. I was so envious that I gritted my teeth! The door opened with a bang, and the sweaty father bought milk and quickly put it in the bottle. The little baby drank it all in one go, ha! My sister was so cute when she was young: eyes like water roses, red lips, and little hands like jade bamboo shoots. Mom and dad are so happy, and the atmosphere is so warm!

Oh, the love story between mom and dad is so sweet! My sister and I are the result of my parents’ love...

I. A 300-word essay on parents’ love for the third grade of elementary school

My parents are an ordinary pair of parents, but since childhood When I grew up, their meticulous care, care and warm love for me were nothing ordinary. No matter how busy or tired they were, they would never let me go hungry. No matter whether they were sick or at work, they would never relax my study. Therefore, I have always had a precious gift in my heart that I want to give to my parents to repay them. Although this gift is precious, it can never be bought with money.

On last year's "Mother's Day", the primary school teacher gave us an assignment, that is, after returning home, wash my mother's feet and then write an essay. After returning home, I put down my schoolbag After finishing other homework, I staggered to the living room with a basin of water and called my mother to wash my feet. She said no, no, no at first. I know my mother was afraid that I would be tired, because I basically didn’t do much work at home except taking out the trash. And here I am! But I said something that made my mother very sad. That sentence is unforgettable for me, "No, the teacher asked me to write an essay after washing!" I know my mother's transition from joy to sadness after hearing this, but She never showed any uncomfortable feelings and always suffered them silently. I couldn't help but feel a kind of guilt arising in my heart. I decided to learn how to repay them for their love and patience towards me.

Some people say: "Love is the sail of the ship, love is the rudder of the ship, love is the music score in the hands of the musician, love is the smile of the writer writing beautiful articles. There will always be a person in this vast sea of ??people. Watching you silently and helping you silently, maybe he is a friend who has helped you a lot, maybe he is a dear relative, maybe he is a teacher who teaches and educates others. These people can help you when you go off track. , to help you get on the right track, but among them, how many people can you detect who are good to you? Have you ever misunderstood them or hurt them?

I have always been a "home girl". Type, this is all influenced by my mother. My mother has taught me since I was a child that I should be more restrained as a girl, but except for sitting at home watching TV when I have nothing to do, finishing my homework and not going out for the day, I basically Nothing in school meets my mother's standards, and the neighbors don't know my true face, so every time they finally see me, they tell the people next to me how good I am at learning English and how obedient I am at home, but none of them know All this is my mother's efforts.

When I was in second grade, my Chinese teacher once asked us to keep a diary. But because I went to school a year earlier than other students, I was younger than them. But I didn’t know how to write a diary at all, so I went home and told my mother. After hesitating for a long time, my mother decided to tutor me and hand in a diary first, so that I could write it myself later. The next day, the teacher called my mother to school. The diary written by "I" was too short. After I returned home, my mother also hurt my self-esteem and bought me a lot of diary and composition guidance books. She taught me how to write my composition and diary every day after work. Not only does my mother no longer have to worry about it, but it also cultivated in me the good habit of reading. Now every time I mention this to my mother, she will smile with relief.

Send it to me on holidays. Giving parents a bouquet of flowers and a gift is what all students will do, but for parents, this is just a temporary pleasure. Only the results we obtain through hard work can be the eternal reward for our parents' hard work. When we When we succeed, no one thinks of the help our parents have given us, and only remembers our own efforts.

Two days ago was Women's Day. Although I don't have any expensive and gorgeous gifts for my mother, I will use my excellent grades at the end of the semester as the best gift to give to my parents.

Finally, I want to say something deeply to them: "Mom and Dad, thank you, I love you.

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