I used to think that my father was a very ordinary person, but one thing made me feel from the bottom of my heart-Dad, you are really something!

My father is an ordinary-looking man with small eyes, which looks like mung beans from a distance, but his eyesight is good. He always has a smile on his face. 1.8 meters tall and 55 kilograms poor weight are all comparable to my mother.

Dad is not very handsome, but he is a very clever man, which is one of the reasons why I admire him!

One sunny morning, I was doing the problem assigned by the Olympic math teacher. At first, my pen was still writing fast in my notebook, and then it slowly slowed down. Later, these problems were like a huge mountain, and I couldn't figure out how to solve them after repeated thinking, like ants in a hot nest.

It suddenly occurred to me that my father always laughed at me. Now let me test him too. "Dad, I want to ask you a question." I shouted in the direction of the study. After a while, my father came out: "What topic?" I quickly pointed it out to him. Dad took a look, took out a thick notebook and began to calculate. After a while, my father put down his pen and smiled: "Yingying, this question should be …" My father pointed to his long calculation process and told me in concise language. When it comes to the point, he touched my head and said, "Our clever daughter will definitely figure it out by herself after listening to my stupid father. Please try again! "

Because my father made it clear, I was greatly inspired. With his encouragement, I finally solved the problem step by step, and my heart was as happy as eating honey. Father looked on and nodded like a "nodding pill", and everyone would laugh out loud.

This is my father, and I want to say to him-you are amazing!

Traffic coordinator, you are really something.

Every day when I go to school, I will meet a traffic coordinator in green clothes and a green hat. In order to maintain traffic order, no matter whether it is cold or hot, whether it is windy or rainy, they insist on standing on the side of the road every day, holding small flags and hanging whistles on their chests, and tirelessly maintaining traffic.

One day, on my way to school, I saw a young man in his twenties running a red light. The traffic coordinator stopped him and said earnestly, "Young man, do you know that it is against the traffic rules to run a red light? It may also cause traffic accidents. Please don't run the traffic lights again. " "Damn, your family is full and has nothing to do? Mind your own business! What's wrong with running a red light? Do you care ... "The young man looked fierce and swore, which made people angry. But the traffic coordinator didn't see that he was a little angry, so he came to educate him. He took a photo out of his pocket and said to him, "Did you see it? This is a photo of a man about your age who was run over by a truck last year for running a red light. Now their family is overwhelmed. Do you want to be like them? " The young man hesitated, and suddenly his face rose like a ripe red apple. He bowed his head and apologized to the traffic coordinator: "I'm sorry, I didn't know that running a red light would have such a big consequence." I am really sorry. " The traffic coordinator smiled and waved and said, "Nothing. It is still a good person to know the mistake and change it. "

Seeing this scene, I really admire the patience of uncle traffic coordinator. Uncle traffic coordinator, you are really something.

Mom, you are really something.

My mother works in a newspaper. She has a good dedication. This makes me think he is great, and I am proud to have this.

I remember one night when I came home from the swimming pool, it was already afternoon 1 1, and my mother had not come home yet. I feel a little strange: mom usually gets home around 7 o'clock, even if she has to work overtime, she should be home by now anyway! What's going on here? So I asked my grandmother, "Grandma, why did my mother come back so late today?" "Well, she has to finish five articles to go home today. I don't understand her. Why must she finish what she can do tomorrow? I don't care about my health, really! "

After listening to my grandmother's words, I can't help but be moved by my mother's behavior: my mother is really dedicated, and it's amazing that she is still working so late!

At 1 that morning, I vaguely heard someone enter the door. As soon as I heard it, it was mom! At this time, she was dragging her tired body to the bedroom. The next day, she still got up early to wash and went to work again. ...

My mother's meticulous and tireless professionalism has won the appreciation of her peers and won many honors. Whenever I look at my mother's award, I give my heartfelt admiration: Mom, you are really amazing!