The grass swaying in the air, composed after Thanksgiving movement; Drifting clouds in the sky freely, played a grateful note. This is their gratitude. And I was born that moment, mom and dad support this home with love. Time passed quickly, with parents of heart love I have 14 in the spring and autumn. 14 years of ups and downs, mom and dad in some company, the wind became soft cotton candy, rain into sweet chocolate. Everywhere filled with sweet sweet. Father's love, is a kind of smile, like a wisp of spring breeze, blow into my heart! Father's love, is a gentle hands, always make you brave to face the mistake when making mistakes! Father's love, is a light beacon, always make you confused, for you to find direction, toward the light... In my childhood memory, my father to my discipline strictly, and sometimes loose. Remember when I was a child, I am active and naughty, from time to time because of the curious apart or break some valuables. Every time when she was ready to teach me, my father always stand up, can't kill the child's curiosity. But once, I stole took home two cents to buy sugar, was when my dad found, solemnly warned me, but I am stubborn think what is wrong with their own, a small mouth pursed, are you angry, with a broom, to pick up ' 'spluttered play until now, remember the scene that year. Dad break into a furious rage, I wail aloud to weep aloud, and the broom to play in the body of pain moment propel I don't make moral fault. Father recalls primary school in spite of being very busy toglance take time to help me coach, pick me, help me to summarize the cause of the exam is not ideal. But dad asked how high, I would never have unpredictable, no matter how I tried to, he always said is not enough, also sometimes when I was in my result is not ideal, he will encourage me, but his encouragement methods some extraordinary, he said: ok, I know you are such a great skill! The unprecedented power, then I will burst into the thirst for knowledge, it is a kind of indomitable effort. Time flies like an arrow, the sun is like a boat, 14 years hedong flow, such as long time in a hurry. In the past 14 years, I every bit of growth, is the father of chun chun teach, let me know the meaning of life, a dream can enjoy the pursuit of success. Also let me understand not easy to succeed. But time and tide wait for no man, when it accompany people through a period of time, it will always leave some difficult to erase the mark. When I often find there is a silver climbed the forehead, canthus and some new wrinkles, and add a few minutes I always lost, some sadness. Looking at the gradually tight knit forehead, rarely stretch over again. Looking back, I have infinite gratitude, grateful my father, his words like in the spring, the rain moisten my heart, grateful my father, his eyes like the torrential rain in summer, the wash me filthy mind. He is my study pacesetter in word and deed. Father, my favorite people, the kindness of you to give me, give my love, I repay you, only to stretch your frowning with excellent performance on the forehead Baiyun love the blue sky, the grass return the earth. Feel the great father, repay endless father well.

小草在空中搖擺，譜寫著一首首感恩的樂章；白云在空中自由漂蕩，奏出一個個感恩的音符。這是他們的感恩。而我出生的那一刻起，爸爸媽媽用愛支撐起這個家。時光如梭，在爸媽系心呵護下，我已度14個春秋。十四年的風風雨雨，爸媽有的陪伴，風變成了柔軟的棉花糖，雨轉(zhuǎn)化為甜甜的巧克力。到處都彌漫著溫馨的甜蜜。 　　父親的愛，是慈祥的微笑，像一縷春風，吹進我的心靈！父親的愛，是一句輕輕的叮嚀，總使你在犯錯誤時勇敢去面對錯誤！父親的愛，是一盞指路明燈，總使你迷茫時，為你找到方向，走向光明…… 　　在我童年記憶中，爸爸對我的管教時而嚴格，時而寬松。記得小時候，我好動又頑皮，時不時就會因好奇拆開或摔碎一些貴重物品。每次當媽媽準備教訓(xùn)我一番時，爸爸總會挺身而出，主張不能扼殺孩子的好奇心。但有，我偷拿了家中的兩毛錢去買糖，被爸爸發(fā)現(xiàn)后，鄭重的警告我，但我固執(zhí)的認為拿自家的錢有何錯，小嘴一撅，你生氣了，隨手抄起一把掃把，到拿起來‘‘啪啪的打’’直到如今，當年的一幕仍記憶猶新。爸爸大發(fā)雷霆的樣子，我嚎啕大哭的模樣，還有那掃把打在身上的疼痛時刻鞭策著我千萬不要犯道德上的過錯。 　　回憶起小學(xué)期間爸爸在百忙之中抽時間幫我輔導(dǎo)，幫我挑寫，幫我總結(jié)考試不理想的原因。但爸爸的要求有多高，我永遠也捉摸不透，無論我怎樣努力，他總是說還不夠，也有時我在我成績不理想的時候，他也會鼓勵我，但是他的鼓勵方法有些與眾不同，他說：好了，我知道你也就這麼大的本事！這時我就會迸發(fā)出前所未有的力量，那是對知識的渴望，是一種不服輸?shù)膭拧?　　光陰似箭，日月如梭，十四年時光如長河?xùn)|流，匆匆而去。在過去的十四年中，我一點一滴的成長，是爸爸的淳淳教導(dǎo)，讓我懂得人生的意義，有夢享有追求才能擁有成功。也讓我明白成功的不易。 　　但是歲月不饒人，當它陪伴著人們走過一段時光，它總是會留下一些難以抹滅的印記。當我每每發(fā)現(xiàn)又有一根銀絲爬上額頭，眼角又多了幾條皺紋，我總是又添幾分失落，幾分難過。看著那漸緊皺的額頭，幾乎很少再舒展過。 　　回首過去點滴，我懷有無限感恩之心，感恩我的父親，他的話語像春天里，的細雨滋潤我的心靈，感恩我的父親，他的目光似夏日中的驟雨，洗滌我污*的心靈。他的一言一行是我學(xué)習(xí)的標兵。父親，我敬愛的人，您給予我的恩德，給予我的愛，我無以回報，只求用優(yōu)異的成績舒展您那緊皺的額頭 　　白云熱愛藍天，小草回報大地。感受偉大的父愛，報答無盡的父恩。