亲情是什么?我不敢对此作出精确的定义,我只能说亲情像什么。我说,亲情像一泓清泉,它清澈,恬静,无时无刻不在滋润着我们。在它的哺育下,我慢慢地成长着。母亲一如既往地在那里重复着我都快背出的台词:“天这么凉,衣服穿得这么少会冻坏的,感冒不好受:记住要多喝牛奶;作业一定要自己独立完成……”若是在早些时候,恐怕我的脸上早已露出不耐烦的神色了,而现在,我的脸上始终挂着淡淡的笑容。与父母多日不见的寄宿生活让我仿佛在突然之间明白了他们那份平淡的爱,平凡而细微,却让我感受到了别样的温暖。自小父亲便是以“严父”的形象出现在我的眼前:我摔倒了,他不会鼓励我站起来,更不用说搀扶;考试 What is the affection? I am afraid to make an accurate definition of this, I can only say that affection like. I said, my family like a clear spring, it is clear, quiet, all the time moist nourishing us. Under its nurturing, I grew slowly. As usual, my mother repeated what I was saying: “The sky is so cold, the clothes are so cold and so cold, the cold does not feel good: remember to drink plenty of milk. The homework must be done independently. ”If earlier, I’m afraid my face has shown an impatient look, but now, my face always with a faint smile. Staying home with my parents for a long time did not make me feel as if I suddenly realized that their plain love, ordinary and subtle, made me feel a different kind of warmth. My childhood father is in my “strict father ” image appears in front of me: I fall, he will not encourage me to stand up, let alone support; examination