1 In my memory, fatherly love is better than maternal love. I am a grain of rice in all things, and I thrive under fatherly love!
Father, you are vaguely engraved in my memory forever
2 If a mother' s love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes its charming fragrance in every corner, then a father' s love is a jasmine, which silently spits its fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has always been praised, but who knows the implication of fatherly love!
the word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.
3 For example, the inscription "Thank Father" says, "When I was young, my father was a harbor; When I was young, my father was an idol; In middle age, my father is a period of time; My father is a history book at the end of the year. " In the inscription, I expressed my love for my father in a long way, praising this ordinary and noble affection in the world.
4. Inscriptions should not only be clear and concise, but also be exquisite and literary.
Inscriptions can be quoted (such as lyrics, aphorisms, wise words, etc., which are best seldom seen by marking teachers) or carved by themselves. The key to the inscription is conciseness, which must not be too long or obscure. For example, in "Revelation of Echo": "Those who love others will always love them; Those who respect others will always respect them. " 2. Dad in my heart, how to write at the beginning and end < P > I remember when I was very young, my parents took me to see my grandmother.
I was inexplicably excited, jumping and jumping on the train! When I was tired, I found that there were so many people in the car! When I traveled by train for the first time, my eyes were wide open and I asked my father, "Why are there so many people on the train?" Dad also said "naively" to me with a single thought: "These people are all going to Shijiazhuang with us!" My big eyes blinked and pouted, and I shouted at my father inexplicably, "Are all these people going to my grandmother's house?" How big is the grandmother's family? " In a flash, all the people in the carriage laughed their heads off, some laughing while clutching their stomachs, and some girls covering their mouths. Even more puzzled, I was just about to ask my parents, only to find that they also joined in the laughter … I can't forget the joke about eating beans! My mother once told me that she had eaten all kinds of beans for me.
I have eaten all the sizes, flat drums, lengths, oil beans and northeast beans. One day, my parents were sitting on the sofa watching the news. I was panting after playing the car and sat on the sofa to have a rest.
in an instant, I flew into a rage, and my mother quickly asked, "What's the matter?" I shouted, "Did you say that I have eaten all the beans?" "Yes!" "But what did you say on TV just now?" " At that time, everyone froze, but immediately, there was a burst of laughter, and it was my turn to "pose" a puzzled expression ... Looking at the slowly rosy clouds in the sky, my memory stayed in the autumn of the rural world, in colorful dreams and on the fast train. Conclusion: This is my childhood. It is neither too gorgeous nor too luxurious.
there is only that simplicity and innocence, my childhood and my eternal dream. 3. How to write the beginning and end of the composition of paternal love
1. If maternal love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes its charming fragrance in every corner, then paternal love is a jasmine, which silently spits its fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has always been praised, but who knows the implication of fatherly love!
2. The word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.
3. A jasmine may not have refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Fatherly love is like this, quietly open like jasmine. No matter where you are, my father's loving eyes will accompany you all your life.
4. In my memory, fatherly love is.
5. If a mother's love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes its charming fragrance in every corner, then a father's love is a jasmine, which silently spits its fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has always been praised, but who knows the implication of fatherly love!
Ending
1. Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart feel warm as spring even in cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure and clear even if covered with the dust of years.
2. Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, and he doesn't ask for anything in return; Father's love is an unknown and invisible feeling, which can only be understood by those who are attentive.
3. The moment when you have thoughts, you are happy; It is happy to have the pleasure of feeling; It is also happy to have a father's love.
4. For a man's life, he is both a son and a father. In the first half of his life, his son is the shadow of his son, and in the second half, his father is the shadow of his son.
5. Father's love is a mountain, which makes your body and mind calm and firm even if you bear the wind, frost, rain and snow.
Father's love is a sea, which makes your soul kind and tolerant even when it encounters lightning and thunder.
Father's love is a light, which allows your soul to see the bright road even when it is on the verge of darkness.
Father's love is a breeze, which can make your mind look brand-new even if it is stained with dirty dirt
6. In life, with my father, I have a broad world; With my father, my life is brilliant; With my father, I can walk more steadily and vigorously on the road of life. 4. The beginning and end of my father's composition should best echo from beginning to end.
My father's composition about my father bowed on the hillside, worked hard, and the afterglow of the sunset stretched his figure for a long time. Suddenly, my father stood up and supported the hoe that was polished by his hands. Looking at the distance, my father looked so old. His face, which has been exposed to the sun and rain, is wrinkled like an old bark that has been dry for a long time. It is so great that I can't forget the kindness of my parents. The years are relentless and have no intention of stopping. Memories are stirred up like a flood.
I live in the mountains, and I am fascinated by the outside world. I seem to forget the unchanging feelings in the mountains, the elongated figure of my father and the camel-bowed back, but today I face this unchanging feeling! I secretly shed tears. On Sunday, we had Sunday, but my father didn't. On that Sunday, which was flooded with tears, my father raised his hoe on the hillside and plunged it deeply into the yellow land. I stood at a distance and looked at this great father. My bow-backed father stood up with difficulty and almost raised the zenith a few feet. My father looked into the distance, looked at the field he had cultivated hard, put his hand into his pocket for a while, and put a bag of cigarettes.
I stood there quietly with misty eyes. I dare not and can't move, because my father's love for me is too heavy for me to bear. I asked myself, why, why, why a kind father can't be rewarded, why I am so stupid, and who is this for my father? He wants nothing in return.
Oh, I see. My father is a mountain, and I am a tree. The mountain always gives the tree a favor, and the tree keeps absorbing the essence of the mountain. Can the mountain not grow old? Father is Ling. Can I step on his back without bending him down? .
I watched, and my tears flowed heartily. My father has never shed tears for most of his life, but I know his heart is wronged, but he doesn't show it. Then let me shed endless tears for my father, and let me shed them heartily! I looked at my father on the hill, but he still didn't stop. Sometimes he stood up and looked at the distance, and the overlapping mountains blocked my father's sight with a livid face. Years have passed through the yellow land, leaving a tired song to be sung to my father who worked hard in the long years, for nothing but to report my father's deep love for his children. I just want to smooth my father's wrinkles with a song, but how can I? It is as deep as a ditch and uneven.
The father on the hillside is a bow and arrow facing the sky. I deeply apologize to my father, father, forgive me, because in the near future, my daughter will become a powerful string on your old bow and arrow, which will never be forgotten.
generally speaking, fathers seem to be less great than mothers, and there are really not many words for fathers. In every mile of life, the mother's kindness is more depicted, while the father only plays the role of "hero behind the scenes".
In fact, the father's love is great, but the way he loves his children is different from that of his mother. Father's love is so subtle, so deep, dissolved in their indomitable pride.
Besides my father, he is really ordinary, of medium height, with the same face as ordinary people, his yellow skin reveals kindness, and his clothes are not outstanding, simple but neat. When I was young, I asked my father to make toys and small productions. He always did what he was doing silently, without saying a word or showing a smile.
He won't promise not to do it for me either, but after a few days, he will give me what I asked him to do and make it decent. To do this, he must have spent a lot of effort behind him but still didn't say a word or smile. At that time, I wanted to make a small production. I helped to do it together until late at night. My mother was very distressed and told me to go to bed. I fell asleep as soon as I lay down.
in the middle of the night, I woke up when I heard a conversation in the dim light. I walked over gently and watched my father still working overtime for the small production.
Looking at that rough hand, a warm current surged from time to time, and I went to bed with tears in my eyes. As soon as I closed my eyes, I was the tall figure of my father.
The next day, I was given a perfect handmade small production. I don't know how late he was busy, but I told him without bitterness or tears. This is a father's greatest love for his children. How subtle this kind of love is, how subtle it can make your beloved children unable to deeply understand it.
It's not that every child's father doesn't love his children. Although he is not very close on the surface, in fact, they are not good at expressing this love. My father is one of them! The year I went home, it was always winter in my house ...-Inscription I called it "house", not "home". Because I go back to the house once a week, but I never feel at home.
The house is on the first floor, and there is little sunshine. When it rains on a cloudy day in summer, the kitchen floor reflects large areas of humidity.
In winter, the heating is not hot, and there are always thick ice flowers on the windows. Even in the hottest summer days, as long as you push the door into the house, it seems that you have entered icehouse, which makes people cool from head to toe.
It's not only because the house is "cool in Leng Xia in winter". We never smile at each other.
we don't talk to each other until it's necessary. When I got back to the house, I shut myself in the cabin and read a book.
They watch TV silently in the big room, or cook silently in the kitchen. Boil the soup, serve it on the table, and it will soon get cold ... Mao Mao, our pet dog, has the most smiles and the best popularity in the house.
We only laugh when talking to it, and we gently touch its smooth fur. I also like Mao Mao, because it will snuggle up beside me, warm and full of warmth.
But I often wanted to kick it at that time, because it lived better than me ... I tried to go back to the house as little as possible. Because I'm afraid of cold.
I spend every day with my friends, eating, shopping and playing ball games. The world far from the house is sunny. But one day, I went out to play with a boy friend. When I came back, it was getting dark. My father, the male owner of the house, had stood at the school gate and waited for me for a long time ... "Are you in love?" Back to the house, the first question is so expressive.
"No." I answered coldly.
"no? I saw him holding your hand! ！” High-pitched questioning. "That's crossing the road!" I'm cold and even a little arrogant. 5. How to write at the beginning and end of parents' love composition
Parents' love is the greatest and most selfless love in the world. They gave us life and love, which can't be replaced by anyone. My mother's love is the driving force for my progress, and my father's love brings me magical and great power. My parents take good care of me. What have I done for my parents? I often think so, so I fall into memories, deep in thought, and think back to the past. Parents' love is like the touch of lily's fragrance, slowly gathering and no longer drifting away. I think maybe no one in the world will say that they don't love their parents, but can they say that they can fully repay their parents' love? Maybe far from it. In the eyes of my parents, love means walking with you, and I won't get tired no matter how far I walk, so I will never forget my father's eager words when he holds my draft composition: "Change it, change it again." I will never forget my mother's early morning appearance-life is too long, and this moment is happiness. Mom and Dad, I love you. 6. Write a description of my father's appearance. It is the beginning and end of my father's love.
My father's appearance:
My father's face is very thin, which gives people a very spiritual feeling. His face is bronzed, which is also the mark left by years. My father's eyes are always bright and kind, and we all like to chat with him. Father has a little beard on his chin, and some have turned white.
The beginning of fatherly love:
Well, it seems so strange in our memory, but it sounds so kind, as if it gives people a warm feeling. When you are lonely, she will give you a warm spring breeze, and you will give her the whole spring. When you are troubled, she will send you a gentle greeting, and you will appreciate her life. This is gratitude, which is so ordinary in life. It's all revealed inadvertently every time.
The end of fatherly love:
In fact, everything in this world is the object of your gratitude. Gratitude is easy to move, and the touched heart is full of gratitude, grateful heart! 7. What is the beginning and end of the composition about fatherly love? < P > If a mother's love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes its charming fragrance in every corner, then fatherly love is a jasmine, which silently spits its fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has always been praised, but who knows the implication of fatherly love!
the word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.
A jasmine may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Father's love is like this, just like jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will be with you all your life.
I'm about to be promoted to junior high school, and my schoolwork is heavy. I have to put off my homework on time and finish it at nine or ten o'clock. My father often complains that I don't hurry. I am very