He combed my hair first, then gently divided them into two sides, and finally tied my braid skillfully. He always smiles in the mirror, and his eyes are full of love.
3, this kind of eyes are everywhere, just like a child who is hungry for a loving mother, but can only seek in the air and avoid my eyes in horror.
Staring at my father's eyes, I feel that his smiling eyes are as deep and mysterious as the night sky.
I saw his eyes. Yes, I saw it. It reveals not only the fear of accidents, but also a steady stream of burnout, helplessness, fear and sadness, which pervades his eyes and is overwhelming. I was stunned.
6. When I saw my father's eyes, I felt that he seemed to be attached to me and suddenly felt very guilty.
7. He treats every patient so affable, serious and responsible, and his eyes are focused and kind, which warms every patient's heart.
8. Familiar eyes always occupy my memory. Looking back tonight, I still can't restrain my surging feelings. Walking outside the yard, looking at the deep sky and the stars all over the sky, I can't help mumbling: "Father, as quiet as a mountain, your expectation, your spur and your encouragement have finally made me who I am today, and I will never forget your eyes!"
Sentences describing father
1, in the dim moonlight, I read my father completely silently. In my dream, I saw him smile at me. The background behind him is a big tree, protecting a fragile young tree in the storm. ...
2, my father is a giant, propping up a living space for me. My father is like a mountain, shouldering all the burdens and making my life easy and safe. My father is like an umbrella, covering all the storms and leaving me with sunshine and warmth. My father is like the sun, illuminating my heart and keeping me sunny forever.
People often say that my father loves me like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not as strict as a mountain, but sometimes it is as gentle as water.
My father is an ordinary father, and I am also an ordinary child. My father loves me, just as every ordinary father loves their ordinary children. There are not many touching stories between us, and there is no painful reality that makes people cry. But one thing is true: I love my father, and my father loves me.
I feel the warmth of my father's love. From body to mind, I grow up in my father's warm arms all the time ... He is like a jasmine flower, emitting a faint fragrance all the time. He, ordinary and simple, is great. ...
Father, the sky is wider than the ocean, and your heart is wider than the sky. The wrinkles on the forehead and the silver hair on the head record the ups and downs. Your life is a magnificent poem.
7. Fatherly love always blooms in severity; Fatherly love always appears when you need it. Father's love always puzzles us, but only when we fully understand it can we know his good intentions.
8. My father is a truck driver. He is over 1.8 meters tall. His ordinary face is full of hardships and difficulties in driving every day. He has a pair of bright eyes, but after every day's storm, there is a trace of sadness in his bright eyes. Zhang greatly's mouth seems to be full of laughter all day.
9, dad, is a sacred title, its love is invisible, but its love is the most touching!
10, my father is a firm and cold man, and he never seems to give in. However, my father is willing to lower his head and let me sit on his shoulder. He enjoys it.
1 1. My father has black hair, big eyes and thick black eyebrows. Father likes computers very much. A pair of powerful big hands move freely on the keyboard, like two butterflies dancing on it.
12, although my father is not good at expressing himself, he is a simple-hearted man. For a long time, my father was like a cold and distant statue in my heart.
13, my father's love is deep, like a cup of strong tea, which is bitter at first, but has a faint fragrance when tasted carefully. A father's love is like a lake, and any discomfort of a daughter will ripple. Father's love will accompany me through loneliness, failure and success.
14, my father's words and deeds have benefited me a lot, and I am ashamed for life. Because I think my father will always be taller than me.
15, in my growing experience, my father's great love for me, one by one, made me unforgettable, moved and admired.
16, my father is a strong and optimistic person, trying to avoid his father's many hardships in the past. I never understood where my father's strength came from until now.
17, my father's love for me is comprehensive and meticulous.
18, father is a mountain, and father's love is water. He drove away all the demons and left a bright side. Father is poetry, and father's love is rhyme. He makes our life better.
19, my father stood on the shore and watched the scattered days and nights that made up his whole youth slip away irretrievably at a constant speed like running water.
He always smokes. I looked at his dark yellow face and wondered if his face was yellow with smoke. He has a cigarette between his forefinger and middle finger. Sometimes Liqun, sometimes Yellow Crane Tower, sometimes China. His smoking posture is particularly elegant. He takes a deep breath of the cigarette, then slowly, as if tasting the smell of the cigarette, and it takes a long time to spit it out. The lingering of smoke rings in the air is an extremely lonely arc.
Sentences describing father's back
1. Father went out with a bag full of fertilizer on his back, and I quietly followed him. Father certainly didn't know, because he didn't look back that day. 2. I crouched in front of the window and looked out hard to find my father. Seeing my father's slightly hunched back in the distance, I staggered slowly, and my thin back became smaller and smaller in my sight. Through the glass window, I sobbed loudly at my father's back; Dad, dad and daughter will take care of themselves, don't worry.
I saw him in a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton robe, stumbling to the railway and slowly leaning down. It's not difficult. But it is not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed up with both hands, and his feet shrank again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work.
4. I looked at his slightly bent back, bit my lip hard, smiled and nodded to him, and my father walked away. I will often visit you at your tombstone and give you your favorite things.
5. I don't know when my proud father's waist is no longer straight; I don't know when, my father's face climbed up with wrinkles; I don't know when I grow up, so I can't pester my relatives to go to the bookstore to buy books every weekend. I don't know when my father can no longer travel around the world, so he can only stay at home and wait for someone to take care of him. I don't know when my father, who has always been strong, can no longer move his legs; I don't know when I can stop coquetry in front of my father, so listen to him say no; I don't know when I can no longer be by his side, let him lie down and gently hammer his leg. I know my father is gone forever, smiling and walking so peacefully. Let me still think that he is just too tired and asleep.
6. I feel uncomfortable. My father has been suffering for our father. If it weren't for us, he would have divorced my lazy and strange mother. Poor father, physically exhausted and mentally tormented. Thinking of this, I suddenly feared that my father would never come back. I carefully asked my father where to go, but my father smiled and said to me, let's go to work. I seem to hear my heart broken because of my father's sad smile.
7. It's raining quietly. My father left with me for this family. He said a lot to me when he left. My heart became very heavy. Looking at his thin and warm back, with the sound of car horns, he gradually disappeared into the hazy drizzle. My tears and rain are intertwined!
8. My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student, or when I stepped on the three-foot platform today, I was reminded to be a strong man of knowledge and a real society.
9. But the scene of that day is engraved on my mind. My father didn't take an umbrella. He just walked in the late autumn rain with a fertilizer bag on his back. There is no one in the street, only the yellow leaves that have been hit by the rain are floating lightly, and one of them falls on his luggage. He didn't feel it. I don't know what my father is thinking at this time, or nothing. I wanted to run to give my father an umbrella, but I didn't. I hid under the eaves of my house, and my face was wet with tears, which blurred my vision. Father drifted away alone in the drizzle in late autumn.
Sentences describing father's words and deeds
1, my father is an expert in cutting, so naturally he can't do without scissors. Look how skilled and relaxed he is with scissors. I only heard the scissors creak, creak, and under his scissors, I quickly cut out novel and chic fashion. He seldom cuts clothes with lines, but he always cuts them accurately and neatly. Every customer who comes to my father to make clothes praises him as a great tailor.
2. Dad's nail clippers always hang on his belt. Every time he pulls it out from his waist, he holds my little hand. With the sound of "Chen Wenjing", my long nails fell on the paper laid by my father in advance. In this way, my father cut my nails year after year.
I have a father who loves his work. He always goes up the mountain to mine before dawn every day and can't go home until dark. My hands are cocooned and my feet are cracked because of the long-term exposure to the sun and wind. There is always no smile on my father's face.
4. Dad likes smoking. It is normal for him to smoke a few cigarettes at work, smoke a few cigarettes at home and watch TV after dinner. If someone comes, it will be terrible. Into the living room, there is smoke, and no one can be found. Once, he had a stomachache and went to see a doctor. The doctor looked at it and said, "Drink less and smoke less in the future." Hearing the words "smoke less", beads of sweat fell down and said, "Yes, yes." In less than a week, I started smoking again.
People praise the beauty and prosperity of metropolis. As the father of a construction worker, he is the shaper of the beautiful image of a metropolis. Dad likes painting. Just a pencil, clear sky, faint distant peaks, mountains, trees, houses, bridges and other things full of aura will be revealed in his works. He is also a good hand at playing with mud, a lovely "little animal", which is lifelike under his hands. As a result, there are live deer and auspicious pigeons on the roof of Xiaoyanglou, a farmhouse. There are thousands of postures, and Ssangyong plays with pearls. ...
As long as I can remember, I knew that my father was a busy man in the factory and worked very hard. Every day, when my neighbor Uncle Wang eats and watches TV, his father drags himself into the house. Sometimes, when I wake up, I see my father still writing and drawing on the table. For the sake of his health, his mother quarreled with him many times, but to no avail. My mother often blames my father lovingly: "You have almost forgotten this home, so move to the factory tomorrow." At this time, dad always wears a simple and honest smile. In his view, the production of the factory is his lifeblood. As soon as he heard that something had happened in the factory, he would go to the factory on public holidays or at night. If there is something wrong with the equipment in the factory, he will stay home for days and nights. This is a daily - happened thing.
7. People say, "Only mothers are good." I said, "Only dad is the best in the world." In the past, my father was a tall and strong man. In my eyes, my father's position is always the most sacred, because he once taught me how to be a man, taught me to be an honest child and taught me to read and write. He is my first teacher. He is also one of my partners! When I play the piano, he always listens and occasionally hums along. Dad often takes my mother and me sightseeing, which opens our eyes. Dad is humorous! I often tell me interesting stories, Lord. I laugh, it's very kind of dad.
My father is not a writer, but an ordinary farmer. He is 35 years old, tall and funny. Mother often says that he is a writer, and the villagers also say that he is very talented. Dad likes to write essays. Although he is not famous, he plows, hoes and harvests one by one like a tractor in the world of writing …
9. In this way, day after day, year after year, my father's body is getting thinner, but at the same time he is rich! On his bookshelf, there is a floor full of his own books and works, including two books and more than 2,000 articles published in more than 200 newspapers and periodicals across the country, which add up to more than two million words. These works have various genres, including professional papers, scientific sketches, fairy tales, essays, stories, poems and other literary works. Dad's work won the national prize 15 times, and was also rated as the national advanced meteorological science popularization worker! These are the highest rewards for dad's hard work!
10, my father is a football fan. No matter how late the football match on TV is broadcast, he insists on watching it. He is quite tall, and some coats have football patterns printed on them. As soon as he opens his mouth, he can't leave the topic of "football".
165438+ Dad is careless about things at home, but he is serious about things at work. For a cover, he can repeatedly scrutinize dozens of times, or even stay up for several nights. One night, the waste paper in the wastebasket is full! In the morning, find it and open it. "ah! Isn't this painting quite good? Why is it wasted? " Mom said the same thing, but he said, "No, you have to repaint if you are not satisfied!" " "
12, dad is a diligent person. I often do housework, wash clothes, mop the floor and cook. Usually, my father hums a little song while doing housework, and he looks happy. Once, when dad was burning, hot oil spilled out of the pot. Before dad could get away, a big drop of oil splashed on his face. I think, at this time, my father's pain can't be expressed in words, but my father kept cooking without saying a word. After all the dishes were burned, he put a little burn ointment on his face.
13, l 1 years ago, I didn't like my father very much. At that time, all he knew was reading and reading a book. Every day after dinner, my mother, who has been a class teacher for a day, takes me for a walk, but my father ignores me and sits at his desk reading his books. I should go to bed. My mother bathed me, carried me to bed and put me to sleep. Dad, but still reading his thick book. When I got up in the morning, my father was not at the desk, but moved the "desk" to the toilet.
14, "Huaer, you have grown up." Dad said flatly, every word clearly. I felt as if I had been touched by a sensitive nerve, and my heart suddenly trembled. Does my father also feel the gap between us? Yes, the flowers have grown up and my father is old. Wrinkles have climbed up his eyes and forehead, there are so many white hairs on his temples, and his face is very haggard. He looks so weak, no longer like an "official" with family power, but an ordinary lonely middle-aged man.
15, "Wonderful, wonderful!" Dad also laughed and leaned forward and backward, repeatedly praising my thoughtfulness. The whole family is very happy. My mother pointed to me and my father and said, "Look at your father and son, you are almost brothers." At the moment, I think dad really looks like a big boy. How I wish my father and I could be so happy forever.
16, I remember last Sunday, I watched Little Star in my room. Suddenly, there was "ha ha ha ha" laughter in the living room. I gave him a look, ah! Dad actually put all the shoes and clothes I wore as a child on the kitten. Hey, that's interesting. I left my book and ran to the living room. Laughing left and right, I always feel a little fly in the ointment. Yes, I grabbed a small hat and put it on the kitten. Ha, this is really like a cat house. I am dancing with joy.
17, Dad is an editor of a composition newspaper. Due to long-term fatigue and sedentary, his back is a little hunched, his hair is much whiter, and many wrinkles have climbed on his forehead. These are out of proportion to his 40-year-old age. No wonder my mother often says, "This work is too hard, and editing is an aging agent."
18. My father is in his forties. He is tall and has big bright eyes. His hands are dexterous. When a neighbor's sewer was blocked, he dug it out for others. If someone else's electrical appliance is broken, he will help to repair it. Neighbors say he is a warm-hearted man.
19, dad is the production dispatcher in the factory. He is in his thirties, of medium build, with thick black eyebrows and a thin face. When he laughed, his eyes narrowed into a crack, and a few crow's feet were squeezed out of his eyes. Dad has a small mole under the corner of his left eye. I once said wittily that this is a big mark of my father!
20. I was meditating when a bell suddenly interrupted my thoughts. It's dad! I ran out of the house with an umbrella. I saw that my father's coat was gone, and his thin shirt was soaked and clung to me. The rain kept running down my hair and down my face. Try to avoid it in summer, but dad is still blue with cold, his lips are purple and his body is trembling slightly in the rain. I rushed to give him an umbrella to keep out the rain, but he said, "Go home! Anyway, I am soaked. " But I helped him push the car into the house. As soon as he entered the room, he took out a plastic bag from his pocket before wiping his face-it was used by his father to cover the car seat when it rained. Slowly open it, there is his coat, but this time it is folded into a small cloth bag. Dad took out a book from the big pocket of his coat and handed it to me. I took a closer look, and the word "hope" was printed on the light green cover. The whole book is clean and brand-new, with ink fragrance. Open the title page with Pang Xiuyu's signature on it. Looking at this dripping book and my father shivering with cold, I wanted to say something, but I froze before I could say it, leaving tears in my eyes and then flowing down. ...