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母爱 父爱

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发表时间:2020-11-11 22:12

许多人歌颂母爱,却忽略了最平凡的父爱,其实,父爱,也很美。——题记


父爱不张扬,却在不经意间流露出,也许有人认为父亲很严厉,但我认为这是另一种爱。小时候,我不明白爸爸为什么对我那么凶,总是教育我。小时的无知,忽略的爸爸的真正用意。直到那件事的发生,唤醒了我对父爱的重新认识。


依稀记得那是7岁时,本来每天都是接送我上学,而那天却一反常态,把我送到家门口,就严肃的对我说:“你也7岁了,要学着自己去上学,今天我不接送你了!”才上二年级的我死活也不肯自己一个人去上学,就撒娇的对爸爸说:“爸!路上有车子呢!你就送我去吧!”可爸爸态度决然,我哭泣着走下楼梯,心中还喃喃道:爸爸不爱我了……在一个转角边,眼睛一瞟,看到了爸爸在不远处。我心中怒火就“蹭蹭”蹦了出来,不在看爸爸,快速的跑去学校……


直到现在,我终于明白了,为什么爸爸要在远处看着我。爸爸的用意,当时他内心的挣扎,我如醒悟般全领会了,这让我在朦朦胧胧中找到了父爱。


现在的我,懂事了。爸爸一星期才回来一次,我很珍惜和爸爸相处的时光。曾几时,爸爸的手已粗糙,眼角也因时光的摩擦而有些皱纹。曾经的委屈已变成了理解。我家并不很富有,可我学习上需要的东西他一点也不吝啬。在我心中,这是平凡中爱的表示。


在成长过程中,不仅需要妈妈的关怀与慈爱,也需要爸爸严厉教导。我说,父爱其实也很美,你们信了吗?


郁闷的最后一节课,伴随着老师的语声不绝和空中的雷声不断,郁闷的进行着。引领望望窗外,飘泼大雨正无情地摧残着大地,耳畔响起了同学的小声议论——他们害怕大雨!


随着时间一分一秒地过去,我如坐针毡。远望着校门口的一排排黑色的轿车,我很焦虑,多么希望他不要来啊!


老师在讲台上讲些什么已记不清楚,事实上是根本听不进去,再次望望窗外,还好,他没有来。我长长地舒了一口气……


致命的下课铃响了,我一拎书包,飞一般地冲出教室,一头钻进茫茫的雨帘中。雨水迅速地从头顶直浇身上,但我很庆幸,庆幸他没有来。回头看看校门口,同学信一个个钻进温暖宽敞的小车里,马达的声音渐渐地盖过了我的思绪……“儿子!”一声惊雷把我从“梦”中惊醒,这熟悉的声音……不!循声望去,他来了!他手上撑着一把旧伞,扶着一辆老爷自行车,车上的锈迹像他脸上的皱纹一般,满无规律。他脸上带着微笑,尽管很慈祥,但我觉得一身的不自在。“爸爸来迟了,对不起,快带上伞,爸爸送你回家。”他慢慢地说。身旁开过一辆又一辆的小轿车,我感觉得到,车里的同学肯定在用鄙夷的目光注视着衰老的他和破旧的自行车。我的脸感到了火辣辣的烧痛……他似乎知道了什么,从怀中掏出了一张破旧的五元纸币,小心翼翼地递给我,“我还有事先走了,你自己乘车回家吧。”说完,就跨上车,伴随着“吱嘎,吱嘎”的声音消失在雨帘中。他站过的地方,只有密密匝匝的雨滴和两个还在冒烟的烟头,我知道,他是从来不吸烟的……


一股热流冒上心头。有人说,倒立可以使泪水不流出来,但我的泪水已无法控制,迷糊了两眼,他是我的父亲啊!寒酸改变不了深深的父子情啊!我飞步上前追上父亲,紧紧地和他拥抱在一起,两颗火热的心融化了一切……


已知:世界上有一种最珍贵的情,那是亲情;世界上有一份最珍贵的爱,那叫母爱;有一个人,因为你快乐而幸福,那就是母亲;有一个人,因为你痛苦而悲伤,那就是妈妈。


求:的解。【提示:它的解最深奥而又最简单,最抽象而又最生动】


解:母爱是每天热腾腾的饭菜,不管每天在外面多苦多累,一回到家,母亲都会准备好“丰盛”的晚餐。尽管并没有甚么山珍海味,却凝结了母亲的爱。


母爱是床上软软的棉被,我深深记得,每天睡觉的时候,床被都是铺好的,被子里充满着阳光的味道,是母亲帮我把温暖装进被子里,伴我进入美好的梦乡。


母爱是一杯香香的清茶,每次伏案深夜,寂寞和烦闷包围着我,是母亲一杯热茶给我带来信心,为我加油,让我坚持努力下去。


母爱是热烈的炉火,不管冬天有多冷,木槿都会把炉子烧的很旺,整个屋子里都暖融融的,映着木槿的笑容,冬天都笑了。


母爱是坚硬的盾牌,不管在外面受了多少的委屈,闯了多少祸,只要躲在母亲后面,她就会挡下所有的事情,自己就平安无事了。


母爱是眼睛,生病时,守在病床边,她可以看你到眼中布满血丝;失败时,陪在你左右,温暖的目光坚定着你的信心,告诉你,失败怕什么,你能行;成功时,她只是跟在你身后,在鲜花和光环的缝隙中,她的眼中含着幸福的泪花。


母爱是张开的臂膀,你可以在她的拥抱中尽情的哭泣,你可以在她的拥抱中吸收能量,她可以给你她所拥有的一切来换你想要的尊严和虚荣。


小结:比人类的历史更悠久,多少人用了好多时间苦苦追求它神圣的含义,它是那么神秘却又那么浅显易见。它就像血液在身体中涌动,带来所有希望和光明,但她却从不要回报,我想这不能仅仅用天生的母性来解释,这是一种超越生命的爱。


参考翻译:

Many people extol maternal love, but ignore the most ordinary paternal love. In fact, paternal love is also beautiful. --Inscription


Father's love is not public, but it is revealed inadvertently. Some people may think that father is very strict, but I think this is another kind of love. When I was young, I didn't understand why my father was so fierce to me and always taught me. Little ignorance, ignoring the true intentions of father. Until that happened, it awakened my new understanding of father's love.


I vaguely remember that when I was 7 years old, I used to take me to school every day, but that day, uncharacteristically, he sent me to the door of my house, and said to me solemnly: "You are also 7 years old. Learn to go to school by yourself. Today I I won’t pick you up!” As I was in the second grade, I didn’t want to go to school by myself, so I coquettishly said to my father, “Dad! There is a car on the road! Just send me there!” But my father was determined. I walked down the stairs crying and murmured in my heart: Dad doesn't love me... At a corner, I glanced around and saw Dad not far away. The anger in my heart jumped out, without looking at my father, I ran to school quickly...


Until now, I finally understand why dad should look at me from a distance. Dad's intentions, his inner struggle at the time, I fully understood as if waking up, it made me find my father's love in the obscurity.


Now I am sensible. Dad only comes back once a week. I cherish the time I spend with Dad. There was a time when Dad's hands were rough, and the corners of his eyes were wrinkled due to the friction of time. Once grievances have become understanding. My family is not very rich, but he is not stingy with what I need in my studies. In my heart, this is an expression of love in the ordinary.


In the process of growing up, it requires not only the care and love of the mother, but also the strict guidance of the father. I said, fatherly love is actually beautiful, do you believe it?


The depressed last class, accompanied by the constant voice of the teacher and the continuous thunder in the air, proceeded depressedly. The lead looked out the window, the heavy rain was ruthlessly ruining the earth, and the students' whispered comments rang in their ears-they were afraid of heavy rain!


As time passed, I felt like sitting on pins and needles. Looking at the rows of black cars in front of the school, I am very anxious, how I hope he will not come!


The teacher couldn't remember what he said on the podium. In fact, he couldn't hear it. He looked out the window again. Fortunately, he did not come. I let out a long sigh of relief...


The deadly school bell rang, and I carried my schoolbag, rushed out of the classroom like flying, and dived into the curtain of rain. The rain quickly poured over my head, but I was very thankful that he did not come. Looking back at the school gate, the classmates believed that they got into the warm and spacious car one by one. The sound of the motor gradually overwhelmed my thoughts... "Son!" A thunder awakened me from the "dream", this familiar voice ...No! Follow the reputation, he is here! He is holding an old umbrella in his hand and holding an old bicycle. The rust on the car is like wrinkles on his face, full of irregularities. He has a smile on his face. Although he is kind, I feel uncomfortable. "Dad is late, I'm sorry, take an umbrella, and Dad will take you home." He said slowly. I drove one after another in the car, and I could feel that the classmates in the car must be watching him and the old bicycle with contempt. My face felt a scorching pain... He seemed to know something. He took out an old five-yuan note from his arms and handed it to me carefully, "I have to leave beforehand. You can take the car back. Come home." After speaking, he stepped into the car and disappeared into the rain curtain with the sound of "creak, creak". Where he had stood, there were only raindrops of Miszaza and two cigarette butts still smoking. I know that he never smoked...


A stream of heat caught my heart. Some people say that handstand can keep the tears from flowing, but my tears are out of control and my eyes are confused. He is my father! Shabby can't change the deep father-son relationship! I flew forward to catch up with my father. Embracing him tightly, two fiery hearts melted everything...


Known: There is the most precious love in the world, that is family affection; there is the most precious love in the world, that is called maternal love; there is a person who is happy and happy because of you, that is the mother; there is a person who is sad because of your pain , That's mom.


Seek: the solution. [Hint: Its solution is the most profound and simple, the most abstract and the most vivid]


Solution: Maternal love is a hot meal every day, no matter how hard or tired you are outside every day, when you get home, your mother will prepare a "rich" dinner. Although there are no delicacies of mountains and seas, it condenses mother's love.


Maternal love is the soft quilt on the bed. I deeply remember that when I go to bed every day, the quilt is made up, and the quilt is full of the smell of sunlight. It is my mother who helps me put the warmth into the quilt and accompanies me into the beauty. Dreamland.


Maternal love is a cup of fragrant tea. Every time I work late at night, loneliness and boredom surround me. It is my mother's cup of hot tea that brings me confidence, cheers for me, and keeps me working hard.


Maternal love is a warm fire. No matter how cold the winter is, Hibiscus will burn the stove very well. The whole room is warm and warm, reflecting the smiling face of Hibiscus, everyone smiles in winter.


Maternal love is a hard shield. No matter how many wrongs or misfortunes she has suffered outside, as long as she hides behind her mother, she will block everything and she will be safe.


Maternal love is the eyes. When you are sick, stay by the hospital bed, and she can see that your eyes are bloodshot; when you fail, you will be by your side, and your warm eyes will strengthen your confidence and tell you what you are afraid of failure. ; When successful, she just follows you behind, in the gap between flowers and aura, there are tears of happiness in her eyes.


Maternal love is an open arm. You can cry heartily in her embrace, you can absorb energy in her embrace, and she can give you everything she has in exchange for the dignity and vanity you want.


Summary: Longer than human history, how many people have spent a lot of time pursuing its sacred meaning, it is so mysterious but so easy to see. It is like blood surging in the body, bringing all hope and light, but she never repays it. I think this cannot be explained by natural motherhood alone, it is a love that transcends life.


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