有关父爱的作文1
一天，妈妈做了一碗汤，有丝瓜肉，还做了红烧排骨。我数了数红烧排骨，有11块。我心想：我们每人四块的话，还差一块，那么我只能吃三块，让爸爸妈妈每人吃四块。
可是，爸爸却一块也没吃。我问爸爸：“这么好吃的排骨，爸爸怎么不吃?”爸爸回答说：“留给我女儿吃。”就这么一句话，让我的眼泪差点涌出来。
有一次，那是我记得最清楚的一次，那天，外面下着大雨，爸爸开车送我去幼儿园。下车后，整个车周围全部是水，怎么办呢?爸爸的皮鞋又不能泡，一泡就坏了。只见爸爸把皮鞋脱了，光着脚，踩在冰冷的水里，他抱着我，还一手撑着伞，伞完全遮住了我，却淋湿了爸爸。我那时候还不懂事，现在想起来，眼泪就会往外流，也不知道那一次爸爸的脚是不是被划伤了，身子是不是被冻坏了?!
还有一次，我很不听话，爸爸非常生气，他眼睛瞪得大大的，凶凶地对我说：“蹲下来，手放在背后，给我坚持到晚七点!”
我睡在床上，还没睡着，爸爸轻轻地走过来，在我的额头亲了一下，我的泪水立刻就涌了出来。可是我没敢做声，等爸爸走了，轻轻地关上了门，我才敢擦眼泪。
有关父爱的作文2
“世上只有妈妈好，有妈的孩子像块宝……”唱着这首歌，我心里就犯嘀咕，那可不一定，我觉得，有爸的孩子更像一块宝。小时候父亲在我眼里是一个严厉的形象，父亲从不关心我的学业，他一直坚信有了良好的学习习惯就有了一切。可自从那一件事后，我重新认识到了父亲的良苦用心。
记得那是一个秋天的下午，爸爸背着我走在回家的路上，我靠在爸爸温暖的背上，调皮的问道“爸爸，你知道天上的星星有多少吗？”爸爸没有做声，只是背着我来到了一片果园，笑着说：“你猜这果园里有多少果子，那天上就有多少颗星星！”我一抬头，看见了那红透了的桃子，挂满了枝头，如同一个个巨大的玛瑙压弯了枝头，令我锤涟三尺！此的时，我小小的内心萌生了一个坏念头：如果我只咬一口桃子，爸爸应该允许吧。“对！就只咬一小口……”最后，还是诱人的桃子战胜了内心的恐惧，我坐在爸爸的背上，顺着他的高低起伏顺手摘下了一个又大又红的的桃子，然后迫不及待的咬上了一口。
“啊！”真甜，好似蜂蜜般甜美多汁，甜到心坎儿里去了。我忍不住称赞道：“哇！多么甜美的桃子呀！”话音刚落就被爸爸听见了，他脸色大变，重重的把我放在地上，夺出我手里的桃子，严厉的说道：“你怎么可以不经过别人的允许，随便拿他人的东西呢？做人要光明磊落，堂堂正正！”我被爸爸严厉的语气吓哭了，眼泪止不住流了下来，心里委屈极了。
过了一会，爸爸走到我面前，蹲下来，耐心的对我说道：“女儿，我们要光明磊落，堂堂正正做人，不能随便拿别人的东西，咱家不缺钱，你想吃什么，爸爸给你买！”我似懂非懂的点点头，爸爸笑了笑，摸摸我的头，拉着我的手向果园深处走去……就是这个信念，伴随我一直走到了现在；父亲那坚定地眼神，一直在身后激励我勇往直前。一句“不能随便拿别人的东西”的话语，深深地刻在了我的心里。话语虽短，却使我受益终身。从小到大父亲一直是我学习的榜样，他朴素的话语犹如黑夜中指路的明灯，为我照亮前行的路。
父爱如歌，常伴我行！
有关父爱的作文3
父爱如山是没错，但是我并不了解。由于我家在牙克石买了楼房，再加上我十一了，爸爸不得不离开我，外出挣钱。
我久久忘不了我和爸爸那几天短短相聚的时光。我受不了在电脑桌前看不到爸爸的事实，受不了没有爸爸那温暖的拥抱，受不了没有爸爸那关心的问候……在没有爸爸的日子里，我到底能接受什么？
每每看到朋友放学扑向爸爸的怀抱，我心中不由的酸酸的：“爸爸，我不想要好的条件，我想要的只是你在电脑桌前看电子书的事实，想要你那温暖的怀抱，想要你那胜似一切的关心问候……”
但我知道，爱的方式有千万种，但其实质都一样，那就是希望孩子学好，有好的未来。以后过得幸福快乐，而父母就是尽自己的能力，给孩子创造好的条件。
想到这里，幸福柔软的箭镞在那一刻迅速触及我的肺腑。曾经我一次次的询问自己：通往父爱的路有多远呢？现在我明白了，有爱就没有距离。父亲爱我，用他自己的方式。
xx第一小学四年级:王春雨
有关父爱的作文4
同学们，你们在人生旅途中，已经走过四千多个日日夜夜，迎送了十几个春夏秋冬。在这些难忘的日子里，是谁在你遇到挫折是安慰你；是谁在你伤心是鼓励你；又是谁在你危险是保护你……对，是无私的父母！
父母对你的爱无怨无悔，他们用爱心蘸着浓浓的真情为你书写着一个大字——值！
记得二年级我生了一场病，手脚发肿，而父亲却背着我跑着到处求医。最后，我在太原医院住了一个多月，他一的月没有好好歇息过，整天关心着我的病情。那时，我不太懂事，净吵着他为我买玩具什么的，想起这些往事我真感到惭愧。
出院后，我回到家里，妈妈也不厌其烦的辅导我学习，我了不让我成绩下降，他们用爱心为我书写着一个个日日夜夜。以后，我的学习成绩没有下降，还考了个好成绩，我真得感谢我亲爱的父母。
一个个令我感恩的故事让我难以忘怀。种种迹象表明，父母的爱是无私的，伟大的，真挚的，他们的奉献精神令我们骄傲、自豪！
就让我们也蘸着真情和爱心，也无怨无悔的默默书写一个大字——爱！
有关父爱的作文5
My father was a self-taught mandolin player. He was one of the best string instrument players in our town. He could not read music, but if he heard a tune a few times, he could play it. When he was younger, he was a member of a small country music band. They would play at local dances and on a few occasions would play for the local radio station. He often told us how he had auditioned and earned a position in a band that featured Patsy Cline as their lead singer. He told the family that after he was hired he never went back. Dad was a very religious man. He stated that there was a lot of drinking and cursing the day of his audition and he did not want to be around that type of environment.
Occasionally, Dad would get out his mandolin and play for the family. We three children: Trisha, Monte and I, George Jr., would often sing along. Songs such as the Tennessee Waltz, Harbor Lights and around Christmas time, the well-known rendition of Silver Bells. "Silver Bells, Silver Bells, its Christmas time in the city" would ring throughout the house. One of Dad's favorite hymns was "The Old Rugged Cross". We learned the words to the hymn when we were very young, and would sing it with Dad when he would play and sing. Another song that was often shared in our house was a song that accompanied the Walt Disney series: Davey Crockett. Dad only had to hear the song twice before he learned it well enough to play it. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier" was a favorite song for the family. He knew we enjoyed the song and the program and would often get out the mandolin after the program was over. I could never get over how he could play the songs so well after only hearing them a few times. I loved to sing, but I never learned how to play the mandolin. This is something I regret to this day.
Dad loved to play the mandolin for his family he knew we enjoyed singing, and hearing him play. He was like that. If he could give pleasure to others, he would, especially his family. He was always there, sacrificing his time and efforts to see that his family had enough in their life. I had to mature into a man and have children of my own before I realized how much he had sacrificed.
I joined the United States Air Force in January of 1962. Whenever I would come home on leave, I would ask Dad to play the mandolin. Nobody played the mandolin like my father. He could touch your soul with the tones that came out of that old mandolin. He seemed to shine when he was playing. You could see his pride in his ability to play so well for his family.
When Dad was younger, he worked for his father on the farm. His father was a farmer and sharecropped a farm for the man who owned the property. In 1950, our family moved from the farm. Dad had gained employment at the local limestone quarry. When the quarry closed in August of 1957, he had to seek other employment. He worked for Owens Yacht Company in Dundalk, Maryland and for Todd Steel in Point of Rocks, Maryland. While working at Todd Steel, he was involved in an accident. His job was to roll angle iron onto a conveyor so that the welders farther up the production line would have it to complete their job. On this particular day Dad got the third index finger of his left hand mashed between two pieces of steel. The doctor who operated on the finger could not save it, and Dad ended up having the tip of the finger amputated. He didn't lose enough of the finger where it would stop him picking up anything, but it did impact his ability to play the mandolin.
After the accident, Dad was reluctant to play the mandolin. He felt that he could not play as well as he had before the accident. When I came home on leave and asked him to play he would make excuses for why he couldn't play. Eventually, we would wear him down and he would say "Okay, but remember, I can't hold down on the strings the way I used to" or "Since the accident to this finger I can't play as good". For the family it didn't make any difference that Dad couldn't play as well. We were just glad that he would play. When he played the old mandolin it would carry us back to a cheerful, happier time in our lives. "Davey, Davey Crockett, King of the Wild Frontier", would again be heard in the little town of Bakerton, West Virginia.
In August of 1993 my father was diagnosed with inoperable lung cancer. He chose not to receive chemotherapy treatments so that he could live out the rest of his life in dignity. About a week before his death, we asked Dad if he would play the mandolin for us. He made excuses but said "okay". He knew it would probably be the last time he would play for us. He tuned up the old mandolin and played a few notes. When I looked around, there was not a dry eye in the family. We saw before us a quiet humble man with an inner strength that comes from knowing God, and living with him in one's life. Dad would never play the mandolin for us again. We felt at the time that he wouldn't have enough strength to play, and that makes the memory of that day even stronger. Dad was doing something he had done all his life, giving. As sick as he was, he was still pleasing others. Dad sure could play that Mandolin!
有关父爱的作文6
父爱是无私的。那父爱犹如一块甜甜的、不会溶化的巧克力，永远在我心中。
在我七岁的那一年，恰好在生日那一天，我因感冒很久不愈，又不小心着凉了而发烧。我发烧是在凌晨两时，我感觉头上发热、头晕。父亲马上给我量体温。十分钟后，证实的确发烧了，而且是高烧，体温就像一团火，猛然升上去。父亲二话不说，替我穿鞋，去医院时还细心帮我拿上外套。在医院里,我还没有坐下,父亲就焦急地将我的病情告诉医生。很快，医生就作出了诊断。我要去打吊针。平时我最怕打吊针，小时候还会号啕大哭，那一阵害怕就像一扇门，把我堵在打吊针的地方外面。父亲这时对我说：“你要坚强，不打针病就不会好，病不好你就不能和同学们玩，会很难受的。你难受，我会更难受。”我听了父亲的话，突然觉得有一阵无形的力量推动我，使我坚强地来到护士旁边试针。二十分钟的试针时间很快就过去了。准备打吊针了，我的那一种害怕不由自主地涌出来。父亲心里明白，又鼓励我：“不要害怕，你是最勇敢的。加油，你最棒！”我浑身又充满力量，就好像充了电似的。护士姐姐把针头插进我的手中时，我咬紧牙关，挺过了。过了一个小时，我的烧慢慢地退了。回到家已经是凌晨四点，父亲又给我煮了一大锅桂花粉。看着父亲疲倦的面容，我的眼睛湿润了。
我的父亲是天底下最好的父亲。他不仅在我生病时无微不至的照顾我，而且在我平常生活也是非常细心地料理。“世上只有妈妈好……”这一句话在我心中就改成“世上只有爸爸好……”
有关父爱的作文7
不少人说母亲像草，顽强不屈、默默无闻；像蚕，无私奉献，终始不渝。可我想说说我的父亲，那位寡言少语的父亲。
他用他自己的方式传递着那种关怀。
父亲平时寡言少语，但我第一次感受到了他的严厉。考试后，我高高兴兴地回到家，因为我考了全班第一。我得意扬扬地告诉大家这个好消息，所有人都为我欢呼，只有爸爸沉默不语。饭后，我正在写作业，爸爸找到我，严肃地说道：“你怎么能这样做呢？考的好稍稍高兴一会儿就行了，怎么能有得意的心理呢？”这番话说得我委屈极了，我不顾一切地冲进房间失声痛哭，为什么，为什么，我只是为了能得到爸爸的表扬罢了，为什么批评我？直到大了些我才明白。
从来没有想过沉默的父亲竟然这样有才华。写作文时，我是丈二和尚——摸不着头脑，绞尽脑汁也写不出了，可爸爸走过来说：“你又想不出来了？那我告诉你写作文的几个重点吧！第一，要抓住作文中心来写；第二，要适当的进行详写和略写；第三，开头结尾要首尾呼应。”“哦！”我一边回答，一边似懂非懂的点头。那次在爸爸对我的精心指导下，我的文章得了一百分的'好分数，其他同学都十分羡慕我。
他的爱的语言，也许就是站在院子门口看着你背着旅行包渐渐远去，也许是把你用过的牙刷小心翼翼地放回柜子里等待你的归来……这就是我的父亲，他虽然不像母亲那样会说“我爱你”，但我深深体会到的是在他的严厉批评、循循善诱下那广阔而深沉的父爱。
有关父爱的作文8
After Mom died,I began visiting Dad every morning before I went to work.He was frail and moved slowly,but he always had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice on the kitchen table for me,along with an unsigned note reading,“Drink your juice.”Such a gesture,I knew,was as far as Dad had ever been able to go in expressing his love.In fact,I remember,as a kid I had questioned Mom“Why doesn't Dad love me!”Mom frowned.“Who said he doesn't love you!”“Well,he never tells me,”I complained.“He never tells me either,”she said,smiling.“But look how hard he works to take care of us,to buy us food and clothes,and to pay for this house.That's how your father tells us he loves us.”Then Mom held me by the shoulders and asked,“Do you understand!”
I nodded slowly.I understood in my head,but not in my heart.I still wanted my father to put his arms around me and tell me he loved me.Dad owned and operated a small scrap.metall business,and after school I often hung around while he worked.I always hoped he'd ask me to help and then praise me for what I did.He never asked.His tasks were too dangerous for a young boy to attempt,and Mom was already worried enough that he'd hurt himself.Dad hand fed scrap steel into a device that chopped it as cleanly as a butcher chops a rack of ribs.The machine looked like a giant pair of scissors,with blades thicker than my father's body.If he didn't feed those terrifying blades just right,he risked serious injury.
“Why don't you hire someone to do that for you!”Mom asked Dad one night as she bent over him and rubbed his aching shoulders with a strong smelling liniment.“Why don't you hire a cook!”Dad asked,giving her one of his rare smiles.Mom straig htened and put her hands on her hips.“What's the matter,Ike!Don't you like my cooking!”“Sure I like your cooking But if I could afford a helper,then you could afford a cook”Dad laughed,and for the first time I realized that my father had a sense of humor.The chopping machine wasn't the only hazard in his business.He had an acetylene torch for cutting thick steel plates and beams.To my ears the torch hissed louder than a steam locomotive,and when he used it to cut through steel,it blew off thousands of tiny pieces of molten metal that swarmed around him like angry fireflies.
Many years later,during my first daily visit,after drinking the juice my father had squeezed for me,I walked over,hugged him and said,“I love you,Dad.”From then on I did this every morning.My father never told me how he felt about my hugs,and there was never any expression on his face when I gave them.Then one morning,pressed for time,I drank my juice and made for the door.
Dad stepped in front of me and asked,“Well!”“Well what!”I asked,knowing exactly what.“Well!”he repeated,crossing his arms and looking everywhere but at me.I hugged him extra hard.Now was the right time to say what I'd always wanted to.“I'm fifty years old,Dad,and you've never told me you love me.”My father stepped away from me.He picked up the empty juice glass,washed it and put it away.“You've told other people you love me.”I said,“but I've never heard it from you.”Dad looked uncomfortable.Very uncomfortable.I moved closer to him.“Dad,I want you to tell me you love me.”Dad took a step back,his lips pressed together.He seemed about to speak,then shook his head.“Tell me”I shouted. “All right I love you”Dad finally blurted,his hands fluttering like wounded birds.And in that instant something occurred that I had never seen happen in my life.His eyes glistened,then overflowed.
I stood before him,stunned and silent.Finally,after all these years,my heart joined my head in understanding.My father loved me so much that just saying so made him weep,which was something he never,ever wanted to do,least of all in front of family.Mom had been right.Every day of my life Dad had told me how much he loved me by what he did and what he gave.“I know,Dad,”I said.“I know.”And now at last I did.
有关父爱的作文9
许多不了解我的人，常常会为我的快乐感到惊异，这也难怪，因为我虽然有13岁了，可我比同龄人矮许多，走路的速度也慢许多。也许他们不知道，我的父母何等深爱我，如何为我撑起一片蓝天。
三岁那年春节后的一天，我突发高烧，还泻肚子，连转几家医院，半个月后我出院了，可出院后的我身体异常虚弱，经常感冒发高烧，父母经常抱着我在龙岗医院和深圳妇幼医院求医，还辗转东莞、惠州等其他外地医院。无论妈妈怎样提心吊胆，爸爸怎样哀求医生，但还是查不出病因，而我的双腿也开始出现无力病变，我还依稀记得爸爸抱着我悲泪长流，妈妈捶胸顿足的一幕。经过多方咨询和好心人的热情指点，父母带着我到广州的一家著名医院检查，其结果是单肾、肾子管酸中毒，要花很多钱做大手术。为了挽救我这幼小而羸弱的生命，爸爸到处奔波求助。外婆告诉我，那段时间里，我那山一样坚实的爸爸瘦得变了形，一下子苍老许多，终于把我从死神手里抢了回来。
动过手术的我依旧虚弱不堪，日日吃药，年年复检。我慢慢地懂事了，深深地感到自己给家里带来的灾难。有时会看着爸爸忙碌奔波的身影或是望着妈妈小心呵护我时那充满怜爱的倦容悄悄落泪。爸爸知道了，与我进行了一次长谈，爸爸告诉我：“生命非常宝贵，您要好好珍惜。再说了，您是爸妈的心头肉，要是没有您，这个家会完整会快乐吗？”爸爸还说，他们因无法使我享受其他健康孩子幸福快乐地生活，不能减轻我肉体的痛苦，已经痛彻心肺了，希望我能以顽强的意志对抗病魔，我的快乐就是他们的全部。
此后，为了让我快乐度过每一天，我的爸爸总是在繁忙之中抽出时间来陪我，我也和其他孩子一样上学读书，爸妈所付出的艰辛是普通父母所难以想象的。尽管爸爸每次在我的面前都显得非常开心，但我已从他年轻却又出现皱纹的脸上读出了无底的医药费给他留下的沉重负荷，同时也感悟了爸爸的坚毅。我也越来越坚强。
为了让我结识更多的朋友，妈妈经常带我出去玩。有一次，妈妈带我去商场，在经过女士服装区的时候，我发现妈妈的脚步放慢了，眼睛定格在一套漂亮的服装上，我劝说妈妈买下来，服务员也说妈妈穿上肯定好，可妈妈说不合适，急忙走了。我拉着妈妈的手流泪了，为了我，爱美的妈妈很久没有穿过新衣服了。我在心中呼喊：“妈妈呀，您是想把钱积攒下来花在您的宝贝女儿――我身上，才一次又一次地委屈自己的呀！”
现在的我，比以前刚强多了。我自觉地参加体育锻炼，做力所能及的劳动，不需要也不愿意的到特别的照顾。想让父母知道他们的付出没有白费。我早就下定决心，一定要做最乖最乖的女儿，好好读书，学好本领，报答我的父母。
我可亲可敬的父母，女儿想对您们说，千言万语数不尽您们的养育之恩，是您们给了女儿鲜活的生命，培养了女儿战胜困难的斗志，扬起了女儿生活的的风帆。父母，您们听到了女儿的心声了吗？
有关父爱的作文10
那年，那眼神
人生之爱，始于亲人；亲人之爱，始于生活中的点滴付出。都说母爱温柔绵长，那父爱便重于泰山了。
记得还是上小学的那年，那天，天气有些清冷，还夹着细细的雨丝。放学铃响了，我却没有出教室，而是在班里给同组的几个同学听写词语，可听写了几遍，只有一个女同学通过了，她走了。过了一会儿，她又急急忙忙地跑回来了，气喘吁吁地对我说：“宁露，你爸在校门口等你呢，整条大街就他一个人了，衣服都淋湿了，你快去看看吧。”我二话没说就飞奔出教室，向校门口跑去。
迎面而来的寒流，使我不禁打了一个寒战，左右看看，我的视线里只有骑在摩托车上的爸爸了，再没有其他任何人。天空呈现暗黄色，没有夕阳，没有霞光，路旁的小树耷拉着脑袋，又宽又平坦又长的路在爸爸身后无限延长，衬得爸爸格外渺小。雨一点儿也不大，但爸爸的褂子却湿了，头上像戴了顶湿漉漉的帽子。爸爸像一座守望者的雕塑。爸爸的眼睛微眯着，皱纹布满眼角，纹路清晰可见。爸爸就这么看着我，没带任何埋怨的表情，只说了一句：“咋出来这么晚呢？咋了？又给人听写字词了？”顿了顿，爸爸又充满怜爱地说：“闺女，你忘了，今天是你的生日，咱赶快回家，你妈保准等急了。”
“嗯，爸，这就回。爸，你咋不打把伞、穿个雨衣呢？都淋湿了。你上班里叫我一声也行啊，等了这么久，头发都湿透了。”我伸手摸了摸爸爸的衣服和头发，鼻子一酸……爸爸依旧用先前沉稳的眼神看着我，笑着说：“行了，闺女。爸知道了，以后一定听闺女的话，咱们走吧。”
“我的书包还在班里呢，我马上去拿，爸。”我用尽全力往教室跑，泪水夺眶而出。回到班里，我将课本塞进书包，背起来就往外跑。“喂，你不给我们听写了吗？”我顿了顿，头也不回地答道：“回家让你爸妈给你听写吧。”我飞快地跑向爸爸。爸爸掀开盖在后座上的一个塑料袋，让我坐上去。我抱紧爸爸，将脸贴在爸爸结实的后背上，任泪水混合着雨水在爸爸的后背上流淌。此刻，我觉得整个世界仿佛都是我的，雨水凉凉的，但我的心里暖暖的，淅淅沥沥的雨丝好像也欢快起来，蹦跳着在我的眼前闪来闪去。爸爸啊，爸爸，难道上辈子您真欠我些什么吗？
我的爸爸不是富豪，不能给我最贵的，但能给我最需要的；我的爸爸不能天天陪着我，但我知道他在外面是为我奋斗；我的爸爸没有多少文化，但他教给我的都是引我向善、领我进取的道理；我的爸爸没有对我说多少励志的话语，但他每一个鼓励的眼神都刻在了我的心里。他没有像妈妈一样事无巨细的关心我、照顾我，但他习惯用眼神表达对我的爱，爸爸的爱绝不逊于妈妈！
我真想告诉全世界的人，我有一个好爸爸！在别人眼里他是普通人，在我眼里，他却是个巨人，因为他撑起了我们这个家！爸爸爱我，我爱爸爸！爸爸用眼神传递给我的爱，将使我带着感恩之心扬起奋进的双桨。都说“滴水之恩，当涌泉相报”，那亲人之爱，以大海相报又何妨呢！
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