1、Students work(1)Fathers Love in My EyesEvery little girls first Mr. Right is always her father. I still remember clearly that every time my mom asked me which boy I would marry, I always said,” someone just like my dad!” How innocent I was! However, it did mirror my trust on him and my love and resp
2、ect to him. Of course, his deep love to me is what makes me feel this way.Fathers love is like a peaceful lake, quiet but deep. Unlike our mother, father is not so good at expressing their love to us. Instead of telling me they love us every minute, they prefer showing their love and care in actions
3、. Just like a placid lake, silent on the surface but deep and surfy in the inside.Fathers love is like a tall and lush tree. They always give us support when we are met with slings and arrows although sometimes, you cant even realize it, like we cant remember all those benefits trees give us. But th
4、ey never say a word.Fathers love is like the stepping stones to success. Fathers love is necessary in our lives. Especially when we were kids. We are like small seeds needing their love to grow. Also some of their qualities run in the blood and its our honor to inherit them. On top of that, they giv
5、e us physical and mental support when we pursue our dreams even sometimes, they argue with us, deeply in their hearts, they are always our supporters.People always say that daughter is fathers ex-lover in their previous lives. I firmly believe that I must have been the happiest woman in both of my p
6、revious life and present life.(2)Fathers Love in My EyesWhen I was young, fathers love was like a tree. And I was the grass under the tree, under his protection and under his love. I was so happy and didnt need to be afraid of something. It was happiness that my father gave me. Slings and arrows wer
7、e really far away from me.Then I grow up, fathers love was like stepping stones. Ever I had difficulties, he was always there to help me and told me what to do. He told me what kindness and love are, and told me to be a person who love everyone, even your enemy. Step by step, I came to understand th
8、e meaning of being a good person.After I entered the school, fathers love was like a ruler, which always “measured” my action and prevent me from doing the wrong thing. Although it was strict, I put up with his ruling. I finally knew what it meant to me while I disliked it at the beginning.In my jun
9、ior high, fathers love was like a boat. It carried me to the other side of turbulent rivers one by one. He helped me to pursue my dream. When I was down, he tried his best to cheer me up and brought me courage. It was just like a boat which will never sink and always play an important role when I me
10、et difficulties.And now, fathers love is like a book. When I open it, there are so many things I can acquire. It is full of knowledge, philosophy and love to me. Whenever I read it, it always brings me peace and happiness.Fathers love is like all the fathers heart, never stop until the end.(3) She t
11、aught me to live with loveMy mother is to me what a harbor is to a small boat. Being a housewife, not only does she take care of my body, but also my soul.If you think a housewife is the one who just does the chores, cooks meals and listens to her husband and kids experience of the day, my mother is
12、 a “double” housewife then, for both my grandparents need her to deal with the tiring housework as well. For a long time, I used to regard her life as the combination of boredom and tiredness, but there would always be a bright smile in my life.Recently, some kind of trials rushed in my life. I have
13、 always been a good student and worked very hard especially before the exams. 2 weeks before the final exam, I am met with a series of extra-curricular activities. Being chosen to take part in the recite competition and the drama club, it costs me a lot of time out of study. I lived in tiredness and
14、 worries all the day with being afraid of getting a bad grade.Then, in one night, I eventually broke down. I couldnt put up with all this burden anymore and I was paralyzed by the puzzles of the true meaning of life.Mothers advice was simple: learn to love. When she was doing the chores, she believe
15、d that this can make her loving ones lives better. When she was worn out and puzzled, the smiles of satisfaction of her families told her that her work was worth doing. It is also her love to others that helped herself go through the slings and arrows in life with a selfless heart.Her reassuring wor
16、ds made me reflect on my life. If we only care about our grades, our profits, we will find that there is endless anxiety and complaints accompanying us. However, once you love your work, your mates even the trails and your enemies, you will think for others and your own gains and loss will not seem
17、that important. What I acquired from my mother is far more than that. With her actions and words in everyday life, she had put a seed of love deep in my heart. Now it is growing each day and giving me endless treasures.(4) He Taught Me to FlyMy father is not good at expressing his feeling. But he al
18、ways teaches me something through his deed.Five years ago, I was 11 years old. It was a bright morning. It was supposed to be a happy day because our family was going back to our hometown by train on this day. But everything became terrible because of the broken clock which didnt go off. As a result
19、, there were within 1 hour before the train left. So it seemed impossible for us to get to the station on time. When my mom and I were about to give up and bought other tickets, my father told us to carry our luggage and set out for the station. Actually, I didnt understand why he did that but I jus
20、t followed him.To my surprise, there was a taxi just parking near our apartment. I saw a little hope for us to get there on time. Things went well after we got on the taxi. There were nearly no traffic jam at first. Yet we met some difficulties 20 minutes later. There were more and more cars on the
21、road and we moved more slowly than before. I lost my confidence again. At that moment, my father changed his plan. He let the driver park the car near a subway station. Then we travelled on the subway. The high speed of the subway was beyond my expectation. At last, we succeeded reaching the station at the last minute.After we got on the train, my father told me that you couldnt give up on something without trying. I couldnt agree with him anymore because he had just proved it to me, through his effort.
