An article about fatherly love and maternal love.

My father's consistent impression in my mind is serious, even unsmiling. My mother always cares about me, and my father always makes me feel like an outsider.

On the first day of fifth grade, I got up for breakfast as usual and picked up the bowl. I feel my hands are heavy, like an illusion. It feels so real. Drink the porridge to the bottom of the bowl, only to find that there are two boiled eggs in the bowl. Snow-white protein glows with rice soup, and Huang Cancan's yolk is like the color of freshly harvested wheat straw. I felt bad and misunderstood my father. After a while, my father came and I asked softly, "Are the eggs ..." "Oh, your mother asked me to put them. You have studied hard and should eat more. " Father answered quickly. My guilt, which almost overflowed in my heart, came back immediately. After all, my mother cares about me very much, and even keeps such a good place in order. So I continued to alienate my father with peace of mind.

Many days passed, and one night I thanked my mother for the first time. I faltered and said, "Thank you, you cooked the eggs for me ..." "The eggs I cooked for you? No, no, "mother couldn't help laughing. "It's your father. He is very careful. He boiled two eggs for you. " I bit my lip. It's my father. It's my father. My heart has long shrunk into a knot in one's heart because of shame.

The next morning, I picked up the bowl with two boiled eggs and clear white rice porridge at the bottom, but I felt like a mess. "What? Not delicious? " Father asked hesitantly. "No, it's delicious." I held back my tears and picked up chopsticks. Light rice porridge should be tasteless, but I find it very bitter. I am sad to think of my indifference to my father. After eating porridge, I put my schoolbag on my back and turned to my father and said, "Goodbye." Father smiled, and father finally smiled. It turned out that my father laughed so much like me, except that there were some crow's feet in the corner of his eyes. My father is really not young, and the past flashed before my eyes like a movie. ...

I apologize every time my father criticizes me, but I don't care. My father always remembers to buy me milk, but he never drinks it when he is tired. Every time my father watches the weather forecast, he misses the TV series just to remind me of the weather, but I never pay attention to it ... Have I considered my father's feelings?

Pingpu's father gave me such plain love.

Respondents added that 2009-10-0814:17 father loves nothing.

What is contained in fatherly love is the luster of the sun and the breath of the vast mountains and forests. There is no language, even no way. Father's love can only be produced silently, accumulated slowly and flowed quietly. ...

I have been in prison for several years, and I miss my family more and more. Letters from home are often circulated among prisoners in the same prison, which can be regarded as sharing family ties. Therefore, I read many other people's letters, which often makes me feel sad.

What moved me most was a letter from a prisoner in northern Anhui. His family calls him a dog.

Gou Ya lives in a remote mountain village thousands of miles away, and his parents are deaf and dumb. Because of poverty, few people in the village have read books, and few people can outline a belief. The only way to write letters is to find the only teacher in that school a few miles from home. His parents can't read, so they want someone to write for them. It's really not a glorious thing for my son to go to prison. So writing to him is a big problem at home.

When the dog first entered the prison, he was envious when he saw the intoxicated expression of others reading home books. But he knew the situation at home, so he had to curl up in bed late at night and secretly cry.

That winter, the deaf-mute father who loved his dog sold his only pig and came to Guangdong to visit him. At that time, someone called him to be interviewed, and he didn't believe it until the cadre on duty called him personally. The dog doesn't believe this is true.

An old man in the mountains, too worried to speak, a prisoner who is crazy about his family, I really can't think of how such a father and son who haven't seen each other for a long time can express their feelings.

Dog Ya came back from a visit to relatives and brought back a packet of brown and fragrant dried salted fish, which was the only thing that the deaf-mute father sent from afar. For a long time, dogs were unwilling to eat. Listen to him, this kind of fish smaller than little finger is a specialty of his hometown, which only appears every autumn. The only way to catch fish is fishing. I wonder how long it took his father to catch such a big bag.

One night after work, the dog took out the bag of dried fish that had been left for a long time as usual and sat there in a daze. A Guangdong prisoner laughed at him and said, "Isn't this the fish food that my family feeds tropical fish?" Didn't your father sell fish food? He couldn't sell it until he gave it to you! "I was so angry that the dog ya tried to fight with him. Everyone persuaded for a long time, until the Guangdong prisoner apologized, and the dog's anger subsided.

Soon after, Goya took a letter and asked me mysteriously, "Hey, let me show you my letter."

When I opened the letter, I froze! On the back of a 32-carat Tian Zige work full of sweat and wrinkles, there are no words, only strange patterns. Seeing that my second monk was at a loss, the dog ya said that this was the agreed way of talking with him when his father came for the last time.

It turned out that on the day of the visit, the dumb father indicated that his family was too poor to visit him often in the future, so he wrote to him when he missed him. Goya was surprised that his father could write. Dumb dad is busy "explaining": painting "puppy" means calling it a dog; Draw a "○" to indicate that everything is fine at home; Draw a "△" to show that there is something at home ... Dog Ya can't bear to ruin his father's serious joy, so he bought 50 envelope stamps from the pocket money account issued by the government, and wrote his name and prison address. In this way, his father just needs to draw some related patterns on the paper and put them in it.

Looking at a page full of seemingly unfamiliar patterns, I really can't bear to imagine an old man who works hard in the field all day, hunching his back at night, clumsily holding a pen with his cracked big hands that are used to holding the hoe pole in the dim light, and struggling to draw one by one ... What a scene this is!

I can't help crying. This is the first time I shed tears for an unrelated person.

Since then, every other month, the dog will always receive a letter from the dumb father that others can't understand. Later, some new contents were added to the letter: for example, in spring, there was a peach blossom or a leaf of rape in the letter-the dog knew that the peach blossom at home had blossomed and the rape flower had grown taller; In autumn, the envelope will be filled with a few grains of rice filled with Huang Can-he will know that the harvest at home is good; When winter comes, my father often draws a fat cotton-padded jacket-that's when my father tells him: don't forget to add clothes when it's cold.

Year after year, one letter after another came in, and none of them were marked with "△".

However, during this period, the dog's mother died, his father was ill in bed, and the house was washed away by the flood ... It was his father who used a pair of powerful big hands to make a Delta into a χ, and with his generous and deep love, he propped up a clear sky of affection.

Conscience is awakened little by little and soul is purified little by little. In May of that year, the dog was released from prison early.

On the eve of parting, the dog said to me, "Zhijian, I'll leave you the letters my father wrote in recent years as a souvenir!" Don't forget, no matter where we are, there is a family that cares about us. You should also go home early. "

Holding this heavy fatherly love that dogs regard as their lifeblood, I have been speechless for a long time. Yeah, I should go home, too.

Maternal love is the eternal theme of human beings.

We give it too many interpretations and too many connotations.

There is no soul-stirring historical epic, no shocking reversal of stormy waves, and a mother's love is like a spring rain, a clear song, which moistens things silently and long.

Yu, a contemporary essayist, wrote in an article: "The starting point of all travelers is always to say goodbye to their mothers ... Their destination is aging ... It is impossible for the elderly in their twilight years to cry out for their mothers without moving people, and they have to wander without calling out for their return."

Motherly love is the ultimate destination of wanderers and a clear spring that nourishes children's hearts. With the children sipping and sipping, it is endless. Therefore, the lingering maternal love is integrated into the children's laughter and tears.

Motherly love is like an idyll, far away and pure, elegant and light;

Motherly love is a landscape painting. Wash away the lead carving and leave it fresh and natural.

Motherly love is like a affectionate song, melodious and melodious, singing softly;

Motherly love is a warm wind, which blows away the snow and brings infinite spring.

Motherly love is a lifetime of laughter and a wandering yearning. Motherly love is the concern and anxiety of children before their sickbed. Motherly love is the ardent expectation of their children's growth.

When I think of my mother, my depression will turn into high emotions; When I think of my mother, wasting time will become great pride; When I think of my mother, the wandering wanderer will sprout the desire to go home; Thinking of my mother, my wandering heart found a home.

Time is like water, and the years are fleeting. How many memories disappear like water, but we have never changed our thoughts of our mother. The warbler goes to swallow, and the spring goes. Her face is getting older and her hair is as white as snow. The child is growing up day by day, but the mother is aging day by day. When the children see the white-haired mother in the high hall, they will jump into her arms and shed tears!

Motherly love is also the eternal theme of literature and music. Literati write articles on the topic of maternal love, moistening things silently; The musicians are mainly maternal love, and the tunes they play are soft and beautiful, with a long aftertaste.

The thread in the hand of a kind mother makes clothes for her wayward children. Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged. But how much love has an inch of grass, and it is rewarded with three spring rays. " Meng Jiao, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, experienced ups and downs, poverty and sadness, but his mother's smile always lingered in his mind. Knowing his mother's future, he couldn't hide the smile on his face, couldn't restrain the joy in his heart, shook off the tired wind and frost on the top of his clothes, brushed away the dust accumulated in his heart, and took his wife and children to meet his mother outside Liyang City. Green grass, fragrant flowers, white clouds and clear rivers are filled with endless thoughts of my son. Mother and son depend on each other, with tears in their eyes, holding their mother's warm hand and looking at her old face. They couldn't help crying and were filled with emotion. Under Meng Jiao's pen, this poem "Ode to a Wanderer", full of maternal love, was melted and cast, sincere and profound, and passed down for thousands of years.

Du Fu, a poet in the Tang Dynasty, lived in exile all his life. After the Anshi rebellion, I returned to my hometown, and the countryside was deserted, and things were different. Bitter and sad, seeing things hurt the body, he combined the feelings of worrying about the country and the people with the feelings of missing his mother, and wrote a touching Homelessness. "Forever pain long sick mother, five years committee ditch creek. I was born weak and sour about life. Life is homeless, why steam! " The words are sad and sad enough to make people feel generous and shed tears for generations.

At the end of the Eastern Han Dynasty, Cai Wenji was taken captive to Xiongnu by mutinous soldiers and left his hometown, and Wan Li fled. When they were redeemed by China's envoy, the mother and son said goodbye, tears filled their eyes, and relatives and friends said goodbye, which made them sad. She wrote in Poems of Mourning Anger: "I have freed my life, so I should abandon my son. Heaven belongs to composers, and there is no meeting time for reading ... no. Crying hands caress when you answer doubt. " Sad, sad, sad voice, it makes people cry. People in the Tang dynasty once wrote Hu Jia's songs on this topic, which seemed to cry rather than cry, and a strong feeling of mother and son permeated the tune.

Maternal love is great and selfless. It immerses everything and fills the space between heaven and earth.

With maternal love, mankind will move from desolation to the prosperity of civilization; With maternal love, society moves from indifference and severity to peace and well-being; With maternal love, we move from melancholy to singing, from stupidity to wisdom; With maternal love, there will be the beginning of life, the continuation of history, the germination of reason and the return of human nature.

Nowadays, we give our mothers more connotations.

We compare our motherland to the mother who raised hundreds of millions of children in China. We are sincere to her and share life and death. For thousands of years, thousands of children ran for help and died generously for the suffering motherland. They spilled blood on the earth, in the green mountains and green waters of the motherland, holding on to the souls of thousands of children in Qian Qian!

We compare the earth to a mother, who has raised all the people in the world. When we look at this beautiful planet from space, we will think that she nurtures all things in the world with deep maternal love, and also makes human beings no longer feel lonely in boundless space.

Let's unfold the long scroll of years, brush away the dust of history, feel the true feelings in this world and interpret the lingering maternal love. The cantata and compulsion between pavilions on the high platform have gradually faded away, and the prosperity of the past has disappeared into oblivion. Only the love of loving mothers has passed through thousands of years of time and space!

It is history that endows maternal love with eternal depth, and it is true feelings that endow children with deep attachment to their mothers.

Let's give more care to our mothers, and let's say "safe life" to mothers all over the world!