My dad

My dad is a person who both scares me and makes me like him.

Once, because I was anxious to watch TV, I finished my homework carelessly. After eating, Dad began to check the homework. As he watched, he frowned and said to me unhappily: "You made a mistake in calculating this question." After saying that, he continued to check. After a while, he found two more errors in succession. Dad got angry now and yelled at me: "Why do you always make mistakes? How many times have I told you, don't be careless, don't be careless! Why can't you change it?" As he said that, he pressed my hand hard. head. I glanced at him secretly, and saw my father's two big eyes staring into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seemed to stand up. He really looked like a big tiger, so scary!

My father has very high requirements for me. He saw that I was always careless, so he wrote me test requirements. I felt that my father was too cruel, so I gave him two suggestions: first, don’t be cruel to me casually, and second, be reasonable. I found some idioms to describe my father from the dictionary and said them to my father: "eyeing eagerly", "throwing a tantrum", "violent", "fuming", "brimming with rage"... My father couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Dad is very fierce when he is angry, but he is still very easy-going at ordinary times. Once, when my father was happy, I said to him: "It's unlucky to be a child. You can't be cruel to adults." My father said: "Then I will let you get angry once." I thought, this time is an opportunity for "revenge" arrive. I first pressed my father's head, then pinched his neck, and finally, with enough energy, I spanked him hard on his butt. I thought it was not enough, so I rushed forward and messed up his hair, and then said to him: "This time you are unkempt." At this time, Dad was like a big sheep, no matter how much I tormented him, he didn't get angry.

Dad also likes to make fun of me, and he has a lot of bad ideas at this time. Once, my father asked me to relax my face, then put his two hands on both sides of the corners of my mouth, suddenly pinched my mouth, and said, "Haha, he really looks like Donald Duck!" I got anxious and went too. I pinched my father's mouth, and my father kept his mouth shut tightly. As soon as I saw that it didn't work, I grabbed him under his armpit. Dad laughed, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said: "You are also like Donald Duck, and a very fierce Donald Duck."

Look, this is mine. dad. He is both my elder and my friend. I'm afraid of him, but I also like him.

My dad

Everyone says, "Mom is the only good person in the world." I think my dad is no exception.

Dad has a figure that is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, a pair of big eyes, and two big ears. Dad’s hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess, and playing computer games. Dad likes to wear suits, and he also likes to raise fish and shrimps.

My father is also a helpful little citizen. One day, the sky was gray and dark, and it was about to rain. Dad was rushing home. He saw Uncle Liu harvesting rice. When he saw it, he went home and hurriedly walked over, picked up the broom and harvested rice with Uncle Liu. The two of them were busy harvesting rice and putting it into big bags. Old man Liu was so busy that he was out of breath. Dad asked him to take a break and tied up the remaining two bags. Reprinted from 100%.com, please keep this mark. The rain came at the wrong time. It started to rain heavily with a "crash". Dad didn't let the rain stop what he was going to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place where there was no rain. After finishing the work, Dad had become a drowned rat. Uncle Liu asked Dad to take a rest at his house and wait for the rain to stop before going home. Dad refused and went home in heavy wind and rain.

When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched Dad's forehead and said, "Ah, why is it so hot?" When Dad woke up, there were many people looking at him: relatives and friends, and people who Dad had helped before. There are so many, and Old Man Liu is here too. Everyone says that my dad is the best person and I should learn from my dad in the future.

My father is such a person. Think less about yourself and more about others.

Dad’s smile

People who know my dad say that he is a serious person, with a stern face all day long, and it is always difficult to see the day when the sun will clear up. , even grandma said he had an unflattering "bitter melon" face. Unlike my mother and I who laugh and laugh all day long, as long as there is a little happiness, our faces will definitely turn into blooming flowers.

But it wasn’t until one day that I discovered that my father could also laugh, and his smile was so charming.

It was a Sunday afternoon, with bright sunshine and clear blue sky. My father and I came to Shimei Square for a walk. The square is really lively on Sunday, with old people walking, children chasing and laughing, and young people talking and laughing...

We strolled in the square, relaxing and enjoying the warm sunshine. At this moment, a ball rolled past us and onto the busy road outside the square. A 6 or 7-year-old boy ran to the road after the ball. "Danger!" I heard my father exclaim, and he rushed towards the little boy. With a grab, a lift, and a hug, he carried the little boy to the side of the road. At this time, the sound of brakes of cars on the road behind him was already heard. Became one piece.

Everyone around was stunned by the scene that happened in front of them, and they exclaimed, "It's so dangerous! It's so dangerous!" The little boy's parents ran over and held my father's hand and thanked him repeatedly, but his father just smiled and said, "Don't worry." You're welcome, but be careful in the future and never let your children run around on the road."

At this time, I suddenly discovered that my father could also smile, and his smile was so charming.

My dad

Dad, a person who has made great contributions to the family, but I hate him. Usually my dad takes others out to play, but every time he takes me out The person playing was actually an old person in the family - grandma. But this time, I changed my view of Dad.

Dad is always very busy. He always keeps saying to me: "Dad is busy again this week. Can I take you to play next week? Definitely next week!" But his promise, But it was always blank. Whenever he promised to take me to play next week, what I waited for was an infinite extension. The children in our courtyard always called me "the poor boy without father's love" behind his back, so I hated him. They started calling me this name when I was 8 years old, and they continued to call me this name until I was in sixth grade.

On the morning of the first day of November, my father’s voice came on the phone. He said he was waiting for me at Ximen and wanted to take me to play. I immediately ran out of the house and got in the car.

After arriving at the carnival, my eyes were fixed on the "coin in the board". This coin is not that easy to invest in. Although it was easy to aim, the coin bounced away as soon as it hit the board. One shot is inaccurate. I voted 12 times in a row but didn't get it right. "Come again!" Dad gave me the 12 coins he had just exchanged. I tried again, and finally got the right one, but the man looked at it with a high-power magnifying glass and said it was only a little short. Dad ran over and bought me coins again. As long as my coins are gone, there will be a big hand holding the 12 newly exchanged coins delivered to me and put into my palm.

Looking at my father taking out one hundred yuan a piece in front of the coin exchange booth, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

My heart trembled slightly, and then tears flowed down the sides of my lips and into my mouth, and a bitter and salty taste penetrated into my heart. "Dad, I don't want to play anymore." I said to my father, who was walking towards me from the coin exchange booth. "Don't cry. Why are you crying? If you don't play, don't play! Why are you crying?" Dad gently wiped my tears. "I spent so much money on you..." Dad interrupted me and said, "What is this? Isn't it just to spend money on you that I make money? How can any father not make money to spend on his daughter... ..." I couldn't hear what my father said later. I felt my nose was sore, and tears flowed into my mouth again.

Dad, I don’t hate you anymore! real. This is my dad, a man who is willing to pay for me.

My Savage Dad

I remember that at the beginning of the first grade, my math scores were not very good and I was often criticized. In order for me to learn math well, my dad took the trouble to explain the test questions to me. , let me listen carefully to the lectures, so that I stay in the top three in every exam, and I often get full marks in the final exam.

I have a "savage father" who has very strict requirements for me and hopes that I will become "the proud son of heaven". If I didn't do something well, his kind face would suddenly change, revealing a pair of very scary little eyes staring at me, which made me very scared. At this time, I stood up quickly, not even breathing. Dare to strike, as if Sun Wukong has cast a calming spell on you. If you don't pay attention, Dad will get angry, and Dad's madman's original roaring punches will attack you left and right, hitting you up and down, and you can't guard against it. It's not a pleasant feeling.

However, with such a "savage dad", I have developed many good habits, such as honesty, kindness, studiousness, and not fussing over things...

I remember that at the beginning of the first grade, my math scores were not very good and I was often criticized. In order for me to learn math well, my father took the trouble to explain the test questions to me and asked me to listen carefully to the class. They are always in the top three, and they often get full marks in the final exams.

I am a timid person by nature. I am even afraid of beetles. In order to make me bolder, the savage father clamped the centipede's head with a clip and asked me to touch the centipede's body. If he refused to touch it, he would throw it into my clothes. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and touch it. Just now When I touched the centipede, it suddenly moved. I jumped up in fright and shook my hands vigorously. Dad glanced at it and frowned, as if he wanted to eat me. My heart sank suddenly. Hey, I had to go to "Tiger Mountain" again. I finally touched it this time. Everything is fine, OK.

Savage Dad sometimes plays with me like a child. At that time, he seems to have become my best friend.

One time my father and I went swimming. Just after we finished swimming, God suddenly started pouring rain. Dark clouds enveloped the earth. Only the sound of rain could be heard. Everyone was crowded with people taking shelter from the rain. I was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. When my father saw this, he took off his jacket and put it on me, leaving only an undershirt. At this time, a warm current surged into my heart. I knew what a warm current was. Great fatherly love.

This is my dad, a veritable "savage dad".

Thank you, Dad!

Since I was born in this world, the first person I saw was my mother, and then I saw my father, so it was natural to kiss my mother a little. My father rarely kissed me when I was a child. They always work overtime to take care of me. I also understand how they will get the money if they don’t work overtime. But who of the children like me doesn’t want to play more with my father, but my father is still so busy and has no time to take care of me. Gradually I grew up.

In the days to come, I learned to live alone and to take care of myself. But the days when I see my father are becoming less and less, and I am getting farther and farther away from him. I usually only have phone calls. But I still know that my father still loves me. Although he is far away from me, he still cares about me all the time and treats me in every possible way! I stayed at home during the summer vacation. Suddenly my father's cell phone rang at about ten o'clock in the evening. When my father answered the phone, I saw his brows furrowed and his face full of anxiety. When I asked about it, I found out that it was my father's work unit. Emergency repair. So I said: "It's so late, I think it's better not to go!" "No, this mission is very important, I can't go if I don't go!" Dad said seriously, and I had to give up! Not to mention, dad is really dedicated! Sometimes he is so busy that he gets up to go to work at six o'clock in the morning and doesn't get off work until ten o'clock in the evening. He has no complaints! Recently, he has become more and more busy and has a lot of white hair on his head. His health is not as good as before.

Dad! You are always the tallest in my heart, no matter what you are! You will always be my role model in my mind. I remember when I was a child, I went to see a doctor. The doctor accidentally hurt me. I cried and asked for snacks. It was night and most of the shops were closed, but you ran around buying them for me for my own selfish desires. Snacks. After going through all kinds of hardships, I finally bought snacks and returned to the hospital. You feel happy when you see me eating snacks with a smile on my face.

This is my dad, a dedicated and competent father!

Dad’s nagging

Every time I feel wronged outside, I always hope that my dad will come and ask. People are so weird, sometimes they don’t appreciate things at all until they are gone. But my father always looked at me silently, but there was a hint of love in his sad eyes...

"Have you done your homework?" "Why are you still watching TV? Go to bed." Look, This is my dad - a nagging lover. My father is only in his 40s this year, but I feel that my father is much older. He can nag for a long time about a very simple little thing.

I remember when I was in elementary school, we went on a spring outing. In the morning, I got up early. Unexpectedly, my father was earlier than me, and a bowl of hot rice was placed in front of me. While I was eating, my father was packing my things. "Oh, why do you only bring one inkstone? How is this okay?" "One is enough for me for lunch." "No, no, no." As he said this, he stuffed another one into his bag without any explanation. "Did you bring your Fengyoujing belt? You're motion sick, so bring something with you." "Just a glass of water? How's that okay? Forget it, just buy soda and drink it on the road. Hey, do you have enough money?" "Oh, Dad, That's enough for me." By this time I had eaten and was ready to go. While helping me carry my backpack, my father continued to nag: "Don't eat randomly when you go outside. There are too many people on the street. Don't put things around. Don't..." "Wang, please be happy." A loud bang came from the window. Shouting, that’s my classmate Xue Mei. I got close to the window, "Oh, come down right away!" "Dad, come quickly, I'm leaving!" "Be careful on the road." "I got it." I ran out, and Xue Mei asked me: "Why did it take so long? Come down?" "Oh, my dad talks a lot," we said as we ran. Xue Mei looked back inadvertently, "Look! Your dad is watching you upstairs!" I looked back. Really, it seemed that my dad still had a lot to say, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I still remember one time, I had a question that I didn’t understand and asked my dad. My dad explained it to me seriously, but after nagging for half an hour, I still didn’t get to the topic. I got bored and asked my dad. Said: "That's enough. It's not over. I've been nagging for so long and you haven't gotten to the point yet?" Dad saw that I was so anxious and felt angry and said, "Tell me more so that you can understand better. What's the matter?" Not good?" I said impatiently: "Go, go, I won't let you talk anymore." At this time, my father got angry and slapped me. My face was burning, and I really hated him. Since then, my father has been nagging a lot less. He always works silently or looks at me silently. Sometimes he swallows his words as soon as they reach his lips. I saw a hint of sadness in my father's eyes. Since then, I always felt that something was missing at home. Is it nagging? Is it a warmth? Is it a love? What exactly is it?

Every time I feel wronged outside, I always hope that my father will come and ask. People are so weird. Sometimes things that you don’t cherish at all don’t feel precious until you don’t have them anymore. But my father always looked at me silently, but there was a hint of love in his sad eyes.

Once, I was accidentally hit by a car while riding a bicycle. My hand bled a lot. When I got home, I felt depressed. Dad saw it and asked questions quickly. I said: "I was hit by a car." My father was anxious and quickly applied medicine on me, and said to me: "Why are you so careless? Pay attention! Fortunately, it was a small injury. If it was a major injury, it would be serious. Yeah! Dad’s nagging gave me great comfort.

I deeply feel the warmth of my father’s nagging, which is like a spring breeze blowing on my face, and like a trickle of water flowing into my heart. ”

Dad’s Notes on Cooking

The sound of “chuck” of dishes being put into the pot came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of “dong-dong-dong” of chopping vegetables, and then the sound of “swish”. "The sound of running water pouring into the pot and the collision of porcelain bowls and pans intertwined into a symphony of a "kitchen band"...

My dad is good at everything, but he can't get out of the hall and into the kitchen. And he has a short temper, so he really made a joke. Hey! Last week, there was a "chuck" sound from the kitchen, followed by a "dong-dong" sound. The sound of chopping vegetables, coupled with the sound of running water pouring into the pot and the collision of porcelain bowls and pans, interweave into a symphony of "kitchen band".

Dad's statue is spinning I was busy grinding the shredded meat before picking up the vegetables in the pond. I didn’t pay any attention to the smoking oil in the pot.

“Oh no, it’s on fire! "I saw the rising flames in the pot at the door, and I shouted in surprise. After hearing this, my father made a 180-degree rotation, turned over the vegetables in the pool and put them into the pot, and the flames were suppressed. A wave The water in the pool overflowed like a flood from a missing embankment. "The fire has just been extinguished and we have to fight the flood again." Dad only put out the fire but forgot to turn off the water. The water was drained in a matter of seconds.

It was almost time to serve food, but everyone couldn't help but sigh when they looked at the dishes on the table. It turned into a ball of black "plasticine"; the crystal clear soup turned into a river full of "black boats"; even the tomato-boiled eggs I like to eat turned into dried fried tomatoes, without any moisture at all. What? Most of them have become "burnt eggs." These signs tell us: "Dad is cooking again." "I reluctantly took a sip of the soup. I didn't want to eat it anymore. It was like drinking sugar water. Dad changed the sugar and salt again. The dishes that were originally filled with sugar turned into an endless "sea", and everything was salty. It was bitter.

Dad ate the "dinner" he made in order not to lose face. We couldn't help but laugh when we saw his reluctant look.

Dad. ?Light

There is a light at the door of my room. Every time the night falls and I go to bed, the light always turns on.

I am afraid of the dark. When I wake up in the middle of the night, the light is always spread across my bed. The light is very weak, but it brings me great light and security in the dark night.

Based in the light, I thought of my father. Because I was afraid of the dark, the light was placed there. Every time, before returning to my room to rest after work, my father would always pass by the door of my room and press the button. , with a "pop", the lights were turned on, and my father left with a sense of tiredness and satisfaction. That feeling made me feel extremely proud and honored, and it reminded me of another honored thing-

One day at noon, I was very stubborn and refused to listen to any advice. I was determined to wash my hair. There was nothing I could do, so my parents had no choice but to agree. For some reason, I wiped my hair hurriedly. At this time, my parents yelled: "Blow your head dry before leaving. "I looked at the lonely round clock hanging on the wall, gritted my teeth, OK, five minutes will do. I rushed into the room, picked up the hair dryer and kept shaking it. The time was about to come, and suddenly the room The door opened and my father came in. Seeing how clumsy I was, he came over and touched my hair. It was still wet, so he grabbed the hair dryer and started drying it for me. From the mirror, I saw the tall father behind me looking like this. He was so focused and serious about his work, but I really didn’t have time. I was already late. I made an excuse and left my father alone in the room...

Back at school, I I told my classmates about this, and they looked at me with envy, "You are so happy! "I smiled. When I got home, my mother told me that it was the first time for my father to give someone a blowjob, and I was the first one. Suddenly, the word "happiness" appeared in my mind again, and I was silent , savor these two words carefully...

The light is still on, it gives me light and a stable heart, and dad is just like this light, he gives me. My life also brings me happiness and that unique love!

Dad, you are so hardworking

My father is over forty years old, with a medium build and thick eyebrows and big eyes! , He seemed amiable and respectable. He was a factory manager who worked hard day and night for the normal operation of the entire factory.

I remember one time, when night fell and my father hadn’t come back, I walked over to him. Looking out the window, I still didn't see my father. At this time, the clouds were gathering and it started to rain with a "rumbling". I couldn't help but run downstairs. As soon as I reached the door, the door "squeaked". "A voice came out, "Ah, it's dad! "I looked up and saw that he was soaked all over, and there were a few new white hairs on his head, which looked particularly dazzling under the light. My mother shouted loudly from upstairs: "Come and eat quickly, the food is cold. . "I saw my father dragging his two stiff legs to the dining table, sat down, and started to eat voraciously. After eating a few times, the phone rang, and my father hurriedly went to answer it. I couldn't hear the first few sentences, only the The next few sentences: "Okay, I'll go right away.

"Dad picked up his coat and was about to leave. I held my dad's hand and said, "Dad, let's leave after dinner! "Dad said seriously: "No. "After that, I rode away on my motorcycle. At nine o'clock in the evening, my father had not come back, so I fell asleep.

The next morning, when I was having breakfast, my father came back. In his eyes It was covered with bloodshot eyes. It looked like I hadn't slept all night. I looked at the bloodshot eyes in my father's eyes and thought: Dad worked too hard!

Ah, I made up my mind silently. I must work harder to repay my father’s kindness in raising me with better results.

My father

In my eyes, my father is a silent person who loves me and loves me. He is a person who loves to read and write, and is a person who guides more than controls. In my eyes, my father’s image is very tall, and I hope that my father can live in good health. I am willing to be his child forever...

My father is a man of few words. When he is with his mother, he always hears her talking non-stop. His father only smokes and only answers occasionally. Mostly just one or two words. When there are guests at home, my father doesn't let them drink or ask for food. He only eats his own food, which seems very rude to us children. He rarely interferes with our studies. He thinks that learning is our own business. If you ask him any questions, he also says that you should ask the teacher.

My father is a farmer, but in my eyes there are many things that are wrong. Unlike a typical farmer, my father finished primary school and dropped out of junior high school due to poverty. Then he and several companions went to Baotou without telling their grandparents, and later went to a technical secondary school there for two years. In the three years of the 1960s, the school was disbanded, and my father returned home and continued to work as a farmer. My father was good at writing calligraphy. Whenever there was a wedding or wedding in the village, my father would always be respectfully invited to be the accountant. Sir, remembering things. The Spring Festival is a busy time for my father, so the folks send big red papers to my house early and ask my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often, before the Spring Festival arrives, my house is already filled with a festive atmosphere. When I was a child, my father asked me to learn how to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. My father taught me step by step the format, how to address, and how to write. Although I liked his calligraphy, I was not good at practicing calligraphy. , I still have no trace of it to this day. When I go home to drink with my father, and when I get drunk, my father always points at me and says, "You are the only one in the Chinese Department and a teacher, but your writing is not as good as that of a farmer like me." "I can only smile and nod.

My father is a book lover. Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. If there is nothing to read, he also has to take a few newspapers with him. I remember my father The books I bought include the three-volume "Water Margin" published in 1975, the first and second volumes of "Stories of the Eastern Zhou Dynasties", "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and Feng Menglong's "Three Words". During the off-season, men from other families would play cards or play cards. When gambling, my father would read on the kang. On rainy and snowy days, he would read books all day long. In the past two years, my father had become dazzled and bought himself a pair of spectacles. I'm a scholar. When I went home during the summer vacation this year, I rummaged through my bookcase and found a set of "Modern and Ancient Wonders" by Old Man Baoweng of the Ming Dynasty. It was printed during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one volume was missing. I said to him. Give me the book. My father said that’s fine. I can’t see anymore because of my eyesight. My father often said to me with emotion: “During the Cultural Revolution, all the books your grandfather left when he was a private school teacher were used as firewood for cooking. It was burned, for fear of causing trouble. It would be worth money if I didn't keep it till now. "So I was also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "book burning".

I am a person who is not good at expressing myself. Maybe I will never know these words in my life. Tell them, but I know clearly in my heart that I love them. Yes, Mom and Dad, I love you! This is my biggest wish, and I hope you can give me this special gift... …

When I was a child, the teacher always liked to write about the essay title: The most unforgettable thing that I haven’t written about for a long time. On this special day today, I experienced an unforgettable thing. The thing is, today happens to be Father's Day. There seems to be no such holiday in my heart. Valentine's Day, Women's Day, Christmas. I celebrate holidays almost every day, but Father's Day is the only one left behind. Father, in my dictionary, is vague. Yes, ignored, because he is not as humorous, interesting, and knowledgeable as other people's fathers. He has almost no culture, rarely communicates with me, and cannot help me in my studies. Therefore, I have not respected him since I was a child. I thought he was incompetent, and even made fun of him with my mother, calling him awesome.

Who took me to extracurricular tutoring classes regardless of the weather, and who worked hard for me in the hot summer. Work, who saved the money from selling rags to buy me delicious food and beautiful clothes, but I always have the same tattered T-shirt... I have never discovered the most common family affection around me, always I feel like I am standing next to happiness. In fact, happiness has always surrounded me. Happiness is when a family can be together in peace. Happiness is actually so simple and joyful.

I have never thought that human life is so happy. Fragile, you never know what will happen in the next second. I always thought that he was in good health. Even if the cat got sick, he would not get sick. Although he is not tall, I can always rely on him in my heart. .I didn't notice his gray sideburns until today. He is old and he is sick.

I was really scared. At that moment, I recalled many of my willful actions and felt very ashamed and guilty...

Not to mention my mother, she dragged My heavy body stayed with us for a whole day in the hospital. I think this is the power of family affection. I know that no matter how old I become in the future, I will always be the child that never grows up in my parents’ hearts; no matter where I am in the future, they will always be the people who care about me the most; no matter what difficulties I encounter, they will always stand behind me. Those who support me are always my parents and my relatives.

The more they say it works and thank me, the more guilty I feel. In fact, these are all things I should do. My parents gave me life. This is a kindness that I will never be able to repay in my lifetime. I have no words to thank or anything to repay. I just fulfill my responsibility and treat it as a Father's Day gift to my father.

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