An essay on the love of parents.

A couple are mountaineers. In order to celebrate their son's first birthday, they decided to walk 7 kilometers on the snowy mountain with their children on their backs.

They deliberately chose a sunny day, and when everything was ready, they embarked on a journey. At first light, as expected, the sun was in the sky, and there was no wind or clouds. The couple easily climbed the height of 5000 meters.

However, just as they were taking a break to prepare for a new height, something unexpected happened. Suddenly, there was a strong wind and snowflakes flying. The temperature plummeted to MINUS thirty or forty degrees. Most importantly, because they completely believe in the weather forecast, they ignore the vital locator. Because the wind is too strong, the visibility is less than one meter, which means danger and even death. Helpless, they found a cave in desperation and had to enter the cave to take shelter from the snow for a while.

The temperature continued to drop, and the child in his wife's arms turned purple with cold. The most important thing is that he wants to eat milk. You know, in such a low temperature environment, any inch of exposed skin will lead to a rapid drop in body temperature, which will be life-threatening for a long time. What shall we do? The child's crying is getting weaker and weaker, and he will soon die of hunger and cold for lack of food.

The husband stopped his wife from breastfeeding several times, so he couldn't watch her freeze to death. However, if you don't breastfeed, the child will soon die. The wife begged her husband, "Just feed it once!"

The husband is holding his wife and children. Despite this, the breast-feeding wife's body temperature dropped twice and her physical strength was seriously damaged.

Due to the lack of locators, rescuers can't find their position in the snow, which means that if the snow doesn't stop, they have no hope of being rescued.

Time goes by, the children need to be fed again and again, and the wife's temperature drops again and again. On this 5000-meter-high mountain where the snow is dancing wildly, my wife repeats the usual simple but extremely difficult feeding action over and over again. Her life gradually faded away in repeated breastfeeding.

Three days later, when rescuers arrived, the husband had fainted beside his wife, and her wife, the great mother, had been frozen into a sculpture, and she was still standing there, nursing. Her son, the child she raised with her life, is sleeping peacefully in her husband's arms. He has a rosy face and a serene expression. Children wrapped in the love of great life, do you know that you have a great mother, whose maternal love can transcend the mountains of 5 thousand meters and shape life in the snow?

In order to commemorate this great mother and wife, the husband decided to cast his wife's last gesture into a bronze statue, so that her last love would be passed down forever, and told the children that an ordinary gesture could become great and eternal as long as he devoted his love to life.

Second, what is fatherly love today?

It is often said that father is the ladder of heaven, and father is the cow pulling the cart; It is also said that the father is the spiritual pillar of the family and the safe haven of the whole family.

All along, I have been looking for an action that can represent my father's love-smoking.

In the eyes of others, my father is like a soldier standing upright in the wind and rain, and my father is a tall pine tree on the edge of a cliff. In short, my father is a man who can hold his head high. However, in my heart, my father is just an old smoker, a real old smoker. His fingers were browned by smoke, but he still kept smoking a cigarette.

Father loves smoking, as always. I don't know why. No matter at home or outside, he has a strong smell of smoke, which makes me unbearable. Especially near the school, the smell of smoke becomes stronger and more unbearable. I am very anxious at this time, because I am worried that my tuition is not enough, and my father is still smoking his cigarette leisurely, as if he is indifferent to my affairs. Seeing him smoking deeply all day and then spitting it out gently, I couldn't wait to kick him out of the house. This situation really makes me want to cry, but I can't bear to hate it. Is this my father? Is this the so-called "indomitable spirit"? He is so great, what can I say?

Nevertheless, I was sent to school on time, which puzzled me. I seem to gradually realize that while he is smoking deeply, he is also thoughtful and silently worried. Recalling the smell of smoke again, I found a faint fragrance; Seeing the smoke shadow again, I felt a lot of sadness hanging over my father.

afterwards

My father sent me to school again. When I left, he didn't say anything, didn't even leave a smile, and turned and left. In the face of such a cold father, I can't understand it, let alone accept it. Suddenly I had an idea to spy on him secretly. Just as he came to the corner, he stopped and turned his head. His affectionate eyes seem to be looking for something. Oh, I wanted to see his son again, but I didn't see him. He turned his head again and I was finally found by him. Finally, a faint smile appeared on his face, as crystal clear as dew in the morning, as short and as rare. From his eyes, I finally found the best thing in the world-selfless love.

Since then, this exquisite movement has penetrated into my memory treasure house. What a touching look back!

Finally, I completely understood: I don't lack fatherly love, what I lack is discovery. The smell of smoke is full of fragrance, and then look back affectionately. At the same time, I also understand father's love: father's love is like a mountain, father's love is like the sea, and under his cold appearance, there is a passionate sense of responsibility and sincere love for his son.

Where is Father's Love today? Everything is in a wisp of smoke, everything is in an instant.