people say that father’s love likes a mountain: heavy and silent. it’s heavy because he puts all his love to us and it’s silent because he does not know how to express. faced his love, we accept it silently without saying a word to show our appreciation.

before i was going to senior school, my father had never said a word to show his love to me, so that i thought he did not love me very much and sometimes i was upset about it. however, when i left home for senior school, he called me frequently and just asked me some simple questions like: how’s your study and life? when do you come home? or something like that. gradually, i realize that he misses me although he would never say it out. so this is father’s love, not so obvious but

人们说，父亲的爱像一座山：沉重而无声。这是沉重的，因为他把所有的爱给我们，这是无声的，因为他不知道如何表达。面对他的爱，我们默默地接受它，不说一句话来表达我们的感激。

在我上高中之前，我的父亲从来没有说过一句话来向我表明他的爱，所以我认为他不爱我，有时我是不高兴的。然而，当我离开家的高中，他经常给我打电话，问我一些简单的问题，如：你的学习和生活？你什么时候回家？或类似的东西。渐渐地，我意识到他很想念我，虽然他永远不会说出来。所以这是父亲的爱，而不是那么明显

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我不是在最好的时光遇见了你，而是有了你才有了我这段最好的时光。

——题记

在故乡有着乡愁，当然也缺少不了辛辣浓烈的酒，我酷爱喝酒，而爸爸则认为女孩子喝酒不像样子，对身体不好，反对我喝酒。可我太爱喝酒了，趁着爸爸不在家找到藏酒的抽屉又喝了起来，爸爸回到家闻到我身上的酒气，怒吼我：“是不是又喝了？我不让你喝你非喝，在喝别回这个家了。”我感到不服豆粒大的泪珠掉落下来，觉得爸爸不懂我，我赌气：“不回就不回，我再也不想看见你了”，我冲出家门心里充满了委屈。

我来到附近的广场，倚靠在灯光下。太阳最终抵不过时间散发出最后一缕光芒，鸟儿凄惨鸣叫着，黑夜降临了。头顶上的灯光一闪一灭，由于喝了酒没吃饭肚子唱起了“空城计”我挨着饿赌气闭上眼睛不回家。

过了不知多久，我感觉后面有个人拍了一下我的肩，我转身一看，是爸爸！他脸上挂着神秘的微笑，双手从背后拿出来手上拿着酒说：“呶~给你的，少喝点。”我不知所措地想哭，强忍着眼泪只能看着头顶上一闪一灭的灯光，看着灯光旁清晰可见的蛛网想起了爸爸头上的皱纹，是谁刻画了你脸上如蛛网般的皱纹？我不说话，只是紧紧拥抱着爸爸，千言万语汇成一句“我爱你。”爸爸眼睛好像湿润了，他说“不说了，回家吧。”

一盏完全亮着灯光，你不会在意，一闪一灭却会注意，正如父亲，父爱像一杯咖啡，苦涩而又醇香，父爱像一杯白酒，辛辣而又热烈，但这沉默的父爱，其实很平淡，就像一杯白开水，你不知该怎样去品味，但它永远最贴你心，和你口味。

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父爱，在我心中是严肃的，但却是伟大的。父爱就在我们身边，父亲为我们做的每一件事，对我们细致入微的关怀，都是父爱的体现。你们都能感受到父亲的爱了吗？

我的父亲，自我出生以来，就是个严厉的人，每天的容貌都是那么严肃，甚至很少笑。近几年来，爸爸才较多绽放笑容。

平时上学，无论是上学前，还是放学后，亦或是学校搞什么大型活动，如儿童节等。爸爸都不会来接我。如果遇上下雨天，爸爸也极少极少来接我，或者送我去上学。爸爸对我是很严格的，一旦我做错了事，他就会严厉地批评我，而且很严厉、很严厉。有时我做错了事也不承认，还会反驳爸爸的话，要是到了这个时候，爸爸就会“逼于无奈”对我动粗了。其实这都是我的错，是我逼爸爸这样做的。但教训了我一顿后，爸爸还是会来抱抱我，哄哄我，给我讲人生哲理。而这时我反而会变得越哭越厉害。因为我觉得很感动，明明就是我的错，而爸爸却来哄我，所以我就会泣不成声。我真的很感很感动。同学们，这样的情景，这样的事情，这样的感动，你们试过吗？当爸爸对弟弟做同样行为时，过后，弟弟与我当时那样的情形一样，有着感动地哭。其实父亲我们过后，我的心里并没有怨恨。因为我懂得了爸爸的苦心。

还记得那一天，晴空万里。放学后，我如往常一样，自己一个人走回家。可当我走出校门时，出乎意料的，爸爸在校门口等我。然后替我提书包回家去了。那时，我有说不出的感觉，眼泪差点要流下去了。

爸爸，我知道你这样做都是为我好，当剩下我与弟弟在家时，他不听话我就管教会他，那时，我终于体会到了那种“打在肉里，痛在心里”的感觉了。

对不起，这么多年来你为我们做的一切，我们却让您如此操心，我不会再让你操心了。

爸爸，我爱您！

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my father has small eyes,wear a pair of glasses,looking more gently,the daddy‘s hair are not many, he said the intelligent head does not grow hair，daddy does the management, but daddy usually ever not talk bureaucratically to others, therefore his personal connection is specially good,is the same as me.daddy speaks always extremely temperately,never say hit the person,curse at people are also few,calculated scolded people not to be big, although sometimes also can be angry for a longtime,but just only about one day,could no surpass in one day-long.

he usually educate me that the person must to be honestly,friendly to other,and working diligently.this is my father, i love him forever.

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我的爸爸有一双小眼睛，戴着一副眼镜，看上去很温和，爸爸的.头发不多，他说，聪明的脑袋不长头发，爸爸没有管理，但爸爸通常不谈论对他人的官僚主义，因此他的人际关系特别好，就像我的爸爸一样。说话总是非常温和，从不说打人，骂人也很少责骂他人不大，虽然有时也会生气很长一段时间，但只有一天，也没有超过一天的。

他经常我说，人必须诚实，友好，努力工作，这是我的父亲，我永远爱他。

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mother's love wi people's praises for its selfle e . in fact, father's love is as great as that. they bury their love in the deep bottom of their hearts and will never show it. my father is of this kind. i remembered once i felt ill. mother wa 't at home at that moment. father acted as a father and as a mother as well. when he came home from work, he would cook di er for me first. the way he fed me made me think of my kind and tender mother. his eyes were full of love and expectation. i did feel a father's love at that time.

motherly love by its very nature is unconditional. mother loves the newborn infant because it is her child, not because the child has fulfilled any specific condition, or lived up to any specific expectation.unconditional love corresponds in one of 'the deepest longings, not only of the child, but of every human being; on the other hand, to be loved because of one's merit, because one deserves it, always leaves doubt: maybe i did not please the person whom i want to love me, maybe this or that--there is always a fear that love could disappear. furthermore, "deserved" love easily leaves a bitter feeling that one is not loved for oneself, that one is loved only because one pleases, that one is, in the last analysis, not loved at all but used. no wonder that we all cling to the longing for motherly love, as children and also as adults. the relationship to father is quite different. mother is the

home we come from, she is nature, soil, the ocean; father does not represent any such natural home. he has little connection with the child in the first years of his life, and his importance for the child in this early period cannot be compared with that of mother. but while father does not represent thenatural world, he represents the other pole of human existence; the world of thought, of man-made things, of law and order, of discipline, of travel and adventure. father is the one who teaches the child, who shows him the road into the world. fatherly love is conditional love. its principle is "1 love you because you fulfill my expectations, because you do your duty, because you are like me." in conditional fatherly love we find, as with unconditional motherly love, a negative and a positive aspect. the negative aspect is the very fact that fatherly love has to be deserved, that it can be lost if one does not do what is expected. the positive side is equally important. since his love is conditional, i can do something to acquire it, i can work for it; his love is not outside of my control as motherly love is.

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all say that love is great and selfless, in fact, fatherly love is express volumes.

my father is a carpenter, a black and a white hair, a pair of one's eyes brimming with radiating vigour eyes, big nose is a lovely catfish mouth. this is my ordinary father.

my father is a real redneck, usually not much words, silent as a mountain. but the simple, honest, can not cover up the elegant temperament, he always pay attention to their words, in their own words and deeds to tell me the truth in life.

once, my father took a wooden work, nor let the father on the door to do color pretty, red. my father came home for dinner, thinking of this, watch tv and thinking about it. i couldn't help, complained: " dad, you still think which! you play nice, people do not give you money, play is not pretty, and they will not give you the money, but also so much, why old miss! "

father says: " no no, play beautiful even though he does not give me money, but i the performance obtained his approval, he will be looking for me to do the work, n

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品是一种感受，一个味道，一件趣味的事。品是父母的爱，是一道佳肴，更是童年的美好回忆。

记忆中，父亲总是很忙，一年也回不了几次家。而妈妈却一直陪伴在我的身边。在我幼时的记忆中，父爱仅仅只是一个代名词，只是一张无法兑现的空头支票。妈妈总是柔声细语地对我说话；总是顺从我的想法；总是在我害怕的雷雨天到来时，紧紧地把我揽在她那并不算宽厚的怀里。相较之下，父亲更加显得微不足道了。六岁时，父亲换了一份较为清闲的工作。也许他是想要弥补这六年的空白吧。但在被妈妈宠溺得有些任性的我看来，父亲却是一个十足的“坏蛋”！他不会温柔的对我说话；他不会答应我的任性的条件；他更不会在我害怕的雷雨天到来时，把我抱在怀里。他永远只会对我严厉的`说话，只会在我害怕时，叫我要勇敢。但在我十岁时发的一件事，却扭转了我的看法。

那一天，我想要妈妈为我买一只手机，因为我的同学几乎都有手机。也许，那就是虚荣心吧。父亲正好下班回家，听到了我与妈妈的对话。他走到我面前，蹲下来说：“为什么会有这个想法呢？”我支支吾吾地说出了这个可笑的理由。“是吗？"父亲沉默许久，只是说了这两个字。妈妈刚想说些什么，却被爸爸阻拦了。时间在一分一秒流失，我的心也一点一点沉下去。过了许久，父亲才说道：“吃饭吧！”我立刻明白这是爸爸变相的拒绝，转身跑出了家门，无视了身后父母焦急地呼喊。

我看着已经黑暗的天空，心里更加委屈，越跑越远。渐渐地，周围的景物变得越来越陌生，听着耳边呼啸而过的风，我的心越来越害怕，眼眶已经溢满了眼泪。就在这时候，耳后传来爸爸的声音：“回家吧！”我已经被吓坏了，哪里还顾及之前与父母还在闹别扭，扑到父亲怀里大哭起来，爸爸也紧紧地抱住我，安抚着我，带着我回了家。

第二天放学回到家，看见桌子上静静地躺着一个盒子，走近看，赫然就是我昨天晚上想要的“礼物”。想起自己家拮据的经济，泪便不自觉的湿了眼眶。盒子旁还放着一张精美的卡片，上面三个“我爱你”让我的泪终于从眼中跌落。

爸爸的爱是敦厚的，是内敛的，更是深沉的。也许父爱难以察觉，但父爱绝对不会比母爱少。

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“啊！我最爱吃的炒豇豆，太香了。”我放下书包来到餐桌前高兴得跳了起来。

“爸爸的手艺不错吧？”爸爸笑眯眯地问我。“嗯。”此时的我已经顾不得回答爸爸地问题了，赶忙大口大口地品尝着这美味地饭菜，猛然抬头，我看见爸爸乐呵呵地看着我，嘴角裂得更弯了。

过了一会儿，爸爸从微波炉里拿出了主食：米饭和满头。我盛了一碗米饭津津有味地吃了起来，爸爸也拿起了半个满头吃着，美滋滋的。

“我今天做的菜少了。”又过了一会儿，爸爸发现了一个问题，他仍旧笑着说，“那你也得多吃，要不又该剩饭了。” 我吃完了米饭后，顺手拿起半个馒头，咬了一口，竟没咬动！原来馒头放在微波炉里时间长了烤干了。而爸爸刚才吃得还是那么香，我心里觉得难受但嘴上还是说：“呵呵，这馒头都成了"烤馍锅巴"了！”爸爸也笑着附和，后来，爸爸吃完了手里地馒头，看了一眼盘子，很轻松地说：“我吃饱了，剩下地都是你的了。”又看了一眼锅里，说：“还剩这么多米饭呢，明天熬粥吧。”

我也吃完了，并且把菜吃得干干净净，只剩下一些豆角籽和肉沫。没过多会儿，爸爸端起剩下的米饭倒到自己的碗里，然后把剩下的菜汤和豆角籽，肉漠倒了进去，用筷子拌了拌。又大口大口地吃了起来，吃得不亦乐乎。

顿时，我不禁一颤：多好地爸爸啊！对我无所求，对我却是这么好！回想起爸爸此前说过地话，他怎么会吃饱了呢？我终于明白，为什么那盘炒豆角如此地美味可口，那是因为它蕴含了爸爸对我地爱!

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