My parents have been studying with me since I was a child. All along, my academic performance is not bad. But now because it's hard to watch me attend the training class, they have been urging me to switch back to the regular class, because my loving parents are afraid that I will be too tired, but I still want to attend the training class no matter how hard it is.
This will worry my parents. Actually, I'm also at fault, because sometimes I don't concentrate on my studies. At this time, my parents will think that I am very tired. Actually, as long as I concentrate, those classes are not difficult for me at all. I know it's good for me that my parents let me go to regular classes, but I just don't want to go to regular classes.
what am I supposed to do？ Some people cried, but I didn't, but we talked again and again. For example, she said, "Hurry back to the regular class!" "And I deal with her every time. I don't want it. Such repeated conflicts make everyone tired.
Finally, my parents promised me to continue the training class. The only requirement is that I must concentrate more, or I will go back to the regular class.
I think I can do it. I study for myself. It is also an honor to stay in the training class. I will refuel. Please have confidence in my parents. I won't let you down!
If you fail once, please don't give up. You can succeed as long as you try again. "This sentence was encouraged by my father when I was about to give up, and it was also my father's concern. This sentence has been hidden in my memory.
That day, it was already evening, and I was doing my mother's homework at home-doing five chess problems. The first to fourth lanes were quickly completed, but when I saw the fifth lane, I couldn't help but be surprised. Generally, the questions I do are three to five. Why did I suddenly get an eight? I'm confused.
I thought to myself: I have to figure this out anyway. Let's start thinking now. Unexpectedly, after a long time, I remembered all the fragments in my mind, and finally I didn't find the answer. Just as I was about to give up, my father, who had been sitting quietly, suddenly said to me, "If you fail once, please don't give up. Just try again and you will succeed. " "My heart is full of lofty sentiments, and then I think hard. A train of thought has formed in my mind, which is obviously right. I thought to myself: I did a very difficult problem so easily that it was really inseparable from my father's lesson.
It was this sentence that made me do the right question; It was that sentence that made me interested in chess; It is this sentence that taught me not to give up easily. I still remember that sentence vividly.
My father has a face of Zhang Yuanyuan, a sharp nose and a big mouth. He is a mason. He has to move a lot of bricks every day, and his wrist has grown a big round bag.
Of course, I ask my father to help him move bricks every Sunday. I always carry a basket, which is full when I mention it, and I walk around with my father on my back. I'm fat and energetic, and I don't feel tired after carrying a basket of bricks several times. I don't know whether this is natural strength or acquired exercise.
One day, my father got the money, and we walked home happily to surprise my mother. When I got home, as soon as I saw my mother, my father stretched out the money. At first glance, it is 65438+ ten thousand yuan. My mother was very happy. She took the money and put it in one place.
On the weekend, my father and I came to work again. When I saw a big snake, I let out a scream of fear. Father turned and threw a brick at it, and finally killed the big snake. The snake almost bit dad. Dad praised my name and rewarded me with five yuan for snacks. I bought 2 yuan of snacks and gave the remaining 3 yuan to my father. But I didn't eat snacks. I kept moving bricks and forgot the snacks.
My father has no other hobbies except hard work. Because dad is very strong, you can't see his strength without moving bricks. Dad moved bricks and moved them back and forth dozens of times. Every time I compete with my father to move bricks, my father wins, and I win very little. Dad can pick me up every time he doesn't try hard.
Students, my father is very strong.
Dad's Words Composition 4 Dad, I am eleven years old this year. In these eleven years, your meticulous care and love for me made me feel very happy. Here, I have some heartfelt words to say to you.
Dad, do you remember? Since my first grade, whenever I see that I have difficulty in doing family math problems, I will come and patiently teach me the methods and ideas to solve them. Just like my teacher, you have given me a lot of help in my study.
Another time, you taught me to ride a bike and you helped me in the back. After riding like this for a long time, you quietly let go. I didn't know you were still riding. When I reached the corner, I fell down because I was still not skilled. I found that my father didn't support me. I said angrily, "it's so difficult, I won't learn!" " "Dad picked me up and said," If you fall like this, you will give up. What else can you learn? "? ! How to learn cycling without wrestling? "I listened to my father and continued to learn to ride a bike. "There are many good things to grind." After a few days, I learned to ride a bike. I am so happy.
Dad, I grew up healthily and happily with your support and guidance, and I feel very happy. I want to say to you: thank you, I will study hard and honor you when I grow up!
My family has a "volcano" father. Why do you say that? Because dad's temper is like a volcano, ready to explode at any time. I put up with my father's anger almost every day, so I created a title for myself: "Ninja"
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"Ninja" creates a plan every day, but only creates a plan to cover his ears: he accidentally flipped his pen while doing his homework. Dad saw it, and the volcano immediately erupted: "What are you doing with your homework and pen?" I started his skill again: I used my skill: "Walk for 800 Ali Days" and ran to the place where Dad couldn't see me, covering my ears. Let him thunder and lightning, I also turned a deaf ear.
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Wrestling instrument was invented by Ninja's father: once, I called my parents. After returning home, my volcano erupted again. I saw my father with a black face and staring eyes and scolded me. Mom said to dad, "You didn't correct the children's homework." Dad didn't say a word. He lifted a bench and fell to the ground. The bench is broken. Then he sprayed the fire on me: "Your mother quarreled with me again."
I am a "ninja", but I can't resist, because my father and wife are both annoying.
I know that every time my father's "volcano" erupts, it is for my own good, for my love and for my higher expectations. Dad loves me, and I love dad. However, I also hope that "volcano" dad will erupt less, because that is not good for dad's health!