There is an ancient saying: "Filial piety comes first among all good deeds." This sentence is often said on people's lips, but it contains the greatest love in the world.

When I was a child, I was lying in my mother’s arms, sucking the sweet milk, and babbling. This is the best memory of our childhood. As we get older, study becomes our main task. During the difficult learning process, our parents are the shore where our boats are anchored. Accompany us as we take steps to grow.

Once, I saw such a touching story when I was crossing the road: A cat stole a fish from its owner. The owner found out and chased the cat with a stick, killing the cat One leg was almost broken, but the cat still wouldn't let go. Finally, the cat finally got rid of its owner's pursuit, came to a side of the grass, and stopped. Put the fish in front of a kitten. The kitten eats greedily, but the mother cat just licks the kitten's head lovingly with her tongue. That fish, which I almost sacrificed my life for, never took a bite. Seeing this, I was so moved that I almost shed tears. This is love, a mother's love for her child.

Who in the world knows this: "The lamb has the kindness to kneel down to breastfeed, and the crow has the intention of feeding back. As a child, how can a "thank you" redeem the love my parents don't have for me? Although my parents Without a good education, they have the greatest love in the world. Life has bent their bodies and time has left traces of time on their wrinkled faces.

Nine years have drawn a long track on the white paper of my life. Nine years have easily stolen your most precious years like running water. I am no longer a babbling child. Now, I understand the good intentions of my parents. Time slowly moves the wheel of history. I understand what "love has no boundaries".

The love of parents. The mountain is higher, deeper than the sea, and longer than the sun and the moon. I would like to pray to God with a heart filled with gratitude, wishing that my parents would be safe and happy

A 400-word essay on parents’ love

In this world, who has not been bathed in the love of parents, who has not experienced the care of parents? I also have a father and mother who are always thinking about me and caring about me.

My father’s love for me. , there is only one word: strict.

In terms of study, my father’s standard is 90 points to pass and 95 points or above to be good. As long as any of my tests is lower than 90 points, my father will give me a sullen look at first. Telling the story of the lion and the antelope, if you don't work hard, you will be eliminated. Next, the test paper will be explained to me. In this process, I have to listen very carefully, otherwise, I will definitely attract intensified reprimands. Every time at this time Every time, I have to look attentive and keep nodding to show that I understand.

In life, he requires me to do the same as he requires his soldiers.

When the wake-up call sounds in the morning, the whole family must get up; after school, if you are late at home, you have to kneel down as a punishment.

My mother's love for me only has one word:

She is very concerned about my food and clothing, and always takes great care of me.

In order to make me eat well, she racks her brains to make delicious food. , to satisfy my craving.

Every weekend, I start cleaning the dirty clothes I changed.

When I am sick, my mother always coaxes me to take medicine. One group took my temperature, and the other group poured me water and handed me medicine. When I got home from work, the first thing I said was to ask me if I had taken my medicine today.

Late every night, my mother would check on me. Is the quilt well covered...

Although my parents' love is so plain, plainness is the most true...

My parents' love for me is plain. Composition of 400 words

I can sing the song "Only Mom is Good in the World" when I was four years old, so I am very familiar with this song.

Whenever I hear this song. I will sing along with the children's songs and think about my mother's love for me.

Mother's love is the greatest love, I can experience it.

I remember it was a day in June.

School is over and I just want to go home.

As the saying goes, on a June day, a child's face changes at a moment's notice. The sky that was sunny just now turns into dark clouds.

After a while, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and thunder rumbled one after another.

Then, heavy rain poured down like a torrent.

I was worried and thought: My father is on a business trip, my grandma’s home is far away, and my mother is sick again. Who can give me an umbrella? When I saw my classmates being picked up one after another, my heart became even more anxious and anxious.

At this time, a familiar shadow appeared in the rain curtain, running towards the school.

It’s mom! I jumped up happily, rushed out of the classroom and ran out of the school gate, and threw myself into my mother's arms.

My mother touched my face with her cold hands, but I felt warm all over.

I looked at my mother up and down, and I saw that my mother was soaked all over, her face was pale and there was no blood at all.

A burst of hot tears welled up in my eyes, ah! I cried, and I didn’t know whether it was tears or rain all over my face.

On the way home, my mother kept pushing the umbrella towards me, but most of her body was outside.

I pushed the umbrella over and said, "Mom, let me cover you.

" Mom smiled and said, "It doesn't matter, it doesn't matter, as long as you don't get wet."

"After listening to this sentence, tears welled up in my eyes again... What a great and deep maternal love this is!

A 400-word essay on my parents’ love for me

Although my mother’s hands are so rough, my mother’s hope, care and love for me are integrated into these hands. .

I like my mother’s hands.

I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind and heavy rain hit my mother and I when we were returning home.

My mother struggled to ride the motorcycle, and I, who was sitting in the back, started fighting with my frozen teeth.

At this time, my mother got out of the car and said to me kindly: "Hui Hui, be patient, we are almost home.

After saying that, my mother took off her gloves. Put it on me, and immediately I felt a warm current flow throughout my body, and I no longer felt cold.

Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, and the tears poured out like broken beads.

Mom, your hand split a few days ago, although you smiled and told me it was okay.

But I know how could your hands not hurt? It's just that you don't want me to worry.

When I got home, my mother rubbed her hands vigorously. I looked at your hands and saw that they were blue and purple from the cold.

I suddenly threw myself into your arms and cried. You touched me with her almost frozen hands and said, "My child, don't cry. Be strong. You have to study hard." Don't let me down my hope for you! "I don't know how many times, my mother used her hands to cover me with quilt; I don't know how many times, with the help of my mother's hands, I have overcome all kinds of difficulties... I love Mom’s warm and strong hands.

A 400-word essay on parental love

If maternal love is compared to a blooming lily, exuding its charming fragrance in every corner, then father's love is a lily in full bloom. Jasmine, it is silently exhaling 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 my schoolwork is quite heavy. 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 accustomed to completing my homework like this. Once I write, 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.

I usually don't take the time to study until night. What's the use! I told you so many times, but you just didn't listen!" After saying that, he didn't sympathize with me at all, and gave me a slap and walked out of my room, slamming the door with a loud sound.

I immediately turned off the light and lay down on the bed.

I felt extremely wronged and thought: "Others don't have to complete their homework. What's wrong with me? I'm just procrastinating. Is it wrong? Can you blame me?" This slap made me cry. It was like boiling water. I always felt that my father was too unkind.

My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him. I often looked at him with hostility.

I feel so heartbroken and uncomfortable about this.

I search for those words in my memory every day, and I always feel that I am right.

One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk. The text was as follows: My child, I didn’t mean to hit you, it’s just that iron cannot be broken into 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 every second and not let time pass by in a hurry. But you can't just see that little time every night.

Love you, father. I saw that there were clear traces of wiped tears on the note, and I was a little shaken in my will.

I wrote a reply; Dad, I didn’t mean to make you angry. What happened in the past was my fault, and it was not good of me to treat you like that.

But you have to understand me.

After other people's children take the time to complete their homework, they go out to play, but I can't.

I know my father’s good intentions.

Son, I burst into tears, and I felt so much regret.

I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket.

From this moment on, I finally realized the greatness of father’s love.

I really wanted to say to my father: "Dad, I was wrong!" After two letters, my father and I met but I didn't know what to say.

He said to me: "Eat!" I clearly heard me agree, "Yeah!" He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you, you go towards your goal. Pursue, Dad doesn’t ask you to do anything, as long as you think it’s right, just do it! I have deeply felt my father's love and intention for me.

Inspired by love, I must study hard and "fight" the battle for promotion to high school to repay my father's love.

A 400-word essay on how your parents love you Children's love 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 to myself: I will definitely be scolded by my mother when I get home.

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 thought. My mother only said: "It doesn't matter. If you don’t do well in the test this time, try harder next time, and try your best to take the test next time!” After listening to my mother’s encouragement, my heart was filled with a huge amount of power, as if it was about to gush out.

Only with encouragement can you have confidence.

Dad is the healing potion for my pride.

This year, I subscribed to "Jinhua Evening News Young 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!

Composition: 400 words of parental love and comfort

Caring is the most beautiful thing in life; love can never be separated from our lives; love is the most beautiful thing in the world emotions.

In life, care is everywhere! That morning, I took a leisurely walk, greeted the flowers, and played hide-and-seek with the grass. The sun was so bright, the sky was so blue, and everything was so ordinary. At this moment, something extraordinary was about to happen.

On the ladder of the east slope, there was a little boy sitting. He was crying sadly and kept calling "Sister...Sister...", and the people present kept blaming him. What happened to the little boy's parents that they actually aborted their child? But they would only blame the little boy's parents and no one would comfort the little boy.

The scene cooled down like this. After a while, an aunt came forward and comforted the little boy with a sweet voice. After a while, the little boy stopped crying.

"Could she be a human trafficker? She tricked the boy into selling money?" "Is there something wrong with her brain? She has nothing to do!"... People present were talking about it.

The aunt ignored them and still patiently asked the little boy’s home address... After a long time, the little boy’s family found the little boy and were very grateful to the aunt and wanted to give him some money. I gave it to her to express my gratitude, but was politely rejected by the aunt... This incident touched me deeply: the care between strangers is the most touching kind of care.

I saw an aunt’s care for a strange little boy and found that this is something indispensable in our lives! Caring will make our lives better! The Care Society can only leave the best footprints in our memories! Let us sing "Love in My Eyes" together! "Only when people care for each other, the world will become a better place..."

A 400-word essay on parents' tough love

Growing up in gratitude is inseparable from everyone's stage of growth. Parenting and education.

My mother told me: When I was a child, when I didn’t understand anything, she was nagging in my ear every day, telling me: What is round, what is square, what is long, What is short, and let me play with a variety of toys, let me know during play that there are various items in the world, in order to let my brain develop as early as possible, let me listen to a set of children's English every day The tape, repeated and persevered, enabled me to memorize more than thirty English words, know numbers under two hundred, and recognize hundreds of different pictures when I was two years old.

It can be seen that she invested a lot of patience and energy in my early education.

I loved studying when I was a child and wanted to understand everything. Under the education and care of my grandparents, I finally grew up. After I entered elementary school, although my parents were very busy at work, But my father always takes time to teach me English. He is always strict with me. Sometimes I am a little afraid of him. I must listen to what he says. Sometimes I can't understand what he says. He says it is all for my own good. .

He has many good qualities and perseverance. He always has a beginning and an end to everything and never gives up halfway.

After I entered the third grade of elementary school, my father took time to teach me English every Saturday and Sunday. He bought me computer CDs in Chinese, arithmetic, and English every semester to improve my academic performance. .

Dad likes to exercise very much. He will exercise every morning and evening. He often says: "Without a body, there is nothing. Good health is the most important thing."

As long as Only with a good body can you do what you want to do.

"Although I can't fully understand these words, I follow his words and go downstairs to exercise every day.

I will definitely experience it in the future.

Dad taught me his good aspects without reservation, so that I will be stronger than him when I grow up.

My mother is a gentle person. Although she is busy at work, she never loses her temper. Everything is easy to talk about and discuss, which is in sharp contrast to her father.

Every day, my mother looks at me with gentle eyes. She gets up in the middle of the night and comes to my room to see if my quilt is well covered. She also touches my head to see if I am warm. Not hot.

She is very concerned about my study and often goes to the bookstore to buy books for me.

My parents’ example-setting behavior influenced me, and they slowly passed on their successful experiences to me, so that I would avoid detours.

I thrived under the upbringing of my parents, grandparents, and I grew up from a "kid" who didn't understand anything to a sixth-grade student with good health and good studies.

My parents’ upbringing and education are multifaceted. In terms of life, study, and dealing with others, I can only repay them for their upbringing when I grow up by studying hard and learning various skills. I want to Only by going to a good university and becoming a useful person when I grow up can I live up to their expectations of me.

Growing in Gratitude Gratitude is an adjective full of tears in our minds. However, for a long time, I kept a distance from him and did not touch this emotional element easily.

I am afraid, because while I am grateful, I am destined to bear an inexplicable responsibility.

As I grew older and gained more experience, a series of events quietly opened the door that I had been stubbornly guarding like a magical key.

It was a drizzly morning, and everyone still went out to work or study. But on that ordinary morning, an unfortunate thing happened - my mother was killed by a car. I broke my bones and my father was on a business trip. I had to shoulder the burden of the family and experienced many firsts in my life: cleaning the house for the first time; washing my mother's feet for the first time; cooking and washing dishes for the first time... ...For the first time in sixteen years, I realized that I was so unfamiliar with home. I never did housework and never cared about my parents’ daily life.

All this hurt and tempered me: I am grateful for that period of unforgettable reflection.

As the saying goes: "Friendship is a bridge to live in harmony with friends.

"The collective life of the sophomore students made me feel more grateful.

Children in cities who live a delicate life will always feel a little uncomfortable when they come to the countryside.

Some students came up with suggestions and tried to create a good atmosphere. Some students cut their hands while packing oranges. I took Bundy and took the initiative to bandage them. There were many mosquitoes in the countryside. Unfortunately, I was bitten. My foot was injured and swollen, but it was the care of my classmates that allowed me to survive the life of a student farmer safely.

Gratitude is mutual. When you pay and repay something for the person you are grateful for, you will also receive something in return.

People need to be grateful. If we are grateful for all things in the world, we can have the ability to purify ourselves like the sea. If the tide of the soul is not rampant, we can wash away the filth and see the beauty. Only by understanding how many things are worth cherishing and having the courage to take responsibility can society develop harmoniously.

Lo and behold, SARS is coming.

The angels in white ignored themselves to save patients and risked their lives on guarding the front line; Fudan student Feng Ai taught in the west; the blood collection car was crowded with people...each touching story reflects people's gratitude to society. , and now society advocates a "people-oriented" spirit. It is gratitude that connects people and society and keeps society moving forward.

Learn to be grateful, and family ties become warmer; know how to be grateful, and friendships become closer; with gratitude, society becomes a beautiful world, kindness and love are good friends, learn to be grateful, and you can Walk with love.

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A 400-word essay about my relatives caring about me

The love of my relatives makes us thrive.

The love of our loved ones always warms us.

One cold winter morning, my mother urged me: "Hurry up! Hurry up! It's too late!" while folding the quilt in a hurry.

I freshened up casually and then walked out of the house with my mother.

As soon as I reached the stairs, I suddenly realized that I had forgotten my scarf.

I was hesitant: Should I go up and get it? Forget it if you don’t want to take it. It’s already past 7:20 now, so don’t take it.

But it’s so cold, and I’m not wearing high-collar clothes, so my neck will be very cold.

Just freeze it for a while... Just when I was hesitating, my mother seemed to see what was on my mind and asked me: "What's wrong? Did you forget something?" I shook my head quickly. Shaking his head, he said: "No, no, I brought them all." My mother looked at me as if she didn't trust me.

Suddenly I realized that there seemed to be something missing in my neck. What was it? oh! Scarf, my mother frowned: "Oh, my neck can't afford to freeze, what should I do?" Suddenly, my mother had an idea, took off her scarf, and put it on my neck.

A warm current aroused in my heart immediately. My mother’s thin body, which was only wearing a few thin clothes, became so strong at this moment.

It can be seen that my mother is very afraid of the cold. She shrinks her neck from time to time, but the power of love keeps her going.

At this moment, my nose felt sore and I couldn't help but feel a little moved.

A 400-word essay for the third grade on parents’ love for themselves

Parents’ love People have all tasted the saying “Only mother is good in the world”.

I have also heard this song "Sitting on Dad's Shoulders" when I was a child. I think it is most appropriate to send these two songs to parents all over the world.

My father's love is as strong as a mountain. My father is meticulous about my study, but he doesn't have high requirements for me. I just need to learn extracurricular knowledge and what the teacher teaches well.

I know my father’s personality very well, and I am moved by his greatness.

When I was a child, the sun outside was scorching the earth, but he would still buy diapers for me.

When he met his father, he had become a "black man".

My mother is a master at housework. Every time it is time for exams, my mother will scramble eggs for my sister and me, and tells us to study hard, check carefully, and not be sloppy.

My mother repeatedly told me not to make small moves in class.

My mother worked very hard and talked irritably with customers. My father was also very busy. I remember one time he worked until past one in the morning, which made him very tired.

My parents are so kind to me. I just want to go to college to repay their love and dedication to me. I love them! This is a call from my heart, and I hope they hear it.

Write an essay of more than 400 words on the theme of parental love

Love is subtle, a helping hand extended by a person during an earthquake, and a mother’s meticulous care. , is a kind of care - also a kind of responsibility or obligation, but if you don't abide by it, it will be meaningless.

A mother’s busy day is all about love! By the way, today is Mother’s Day.

But the mother still held the lantern for the nephew - as usual! I was surprised and couldn't help but ask: "Mom, today is Mother's Day, why do you still have to do housework?" My mother sighed, wiped her sweat, and answered me patiently: "Silly boy, have you ever passed it? Festival, aren’t we going to eat?” Alas! Mother is really hardworking and has to do everything.

I still clearly remember that time: "Where is the pillow? Where is the quilt?" I was confused by what I saw in front of me, and it was a mess. Where is the pillow, where is the quilt? What's going on here? The bed was torn off by someone. One of my legs was placed outside, and my body was rotated a full ninety degrees! When my mother came over, her eyes were bloodshot and she looked listless.

It turns out that she has been making my quilt all night! Oh, I don’t want the tree to be quiet but the wind doesn’t stop, and the child to be raised but not to be kissed.

Okay, just do it! Without further ado, take action now! Got it! Housework is my best option! Just then, my mother was about to move the sofa bed to the balcony, and she was calling me to come over and help her! After running over, my mother said: "Remove these screws first!" So we took the tools in hand and started working.

I thought it was extremely simple, but when I took it off, I was dumbfounded: Why is it so difficult to take it off? I didn't even turn it around and the tool came down.

This is a job that men do, but my mother did it alone! In order for me to have a quieter study environment, my mother gave everything she had without complaining... I vowed that when I grow up, I will take over all the heavy work so that my mother can live a more comfortable and enjoyable life.

At night, I lay by the window, lost in thought...

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