An arm on which a father can lean; No matter how deep the ocean is, it is not as deep as the kindness of parents.
Father loves mountains, shelter from the wind and cold; Father's love is like wine, mellow and long.
When I was a child, the teacher often said, "Mother strict father!" It's true. Father is very strict with us, and he is very hard on us. Even if we make mistakes, he will severely criticize us, which is actually a manifestation of our love. "Yes, my father is strict with us, and it is really my father's special care.
In the second day of junior high school, I didn't care about a Chinese exam, and I was always in the top three in my class. I didn't study hard. When the test paper was handed out, I was dumbfounded, and the bright red 59 appeared in front of me. I can't believe this is my score. I cried and regretted not reviewing well. But the teacher also asked his parents to sign it. When I came home, my father was very angry when he saw my score. I was so scared that I hid behind my mother. Dad pulled me over and slapped me hard. This is the first time in my life that he hit me. I cried, and so did my father.
Father's love is like a mountain, but he doesn't know how to express it like a mother, but his deep father's love is sometimes in that slap!
My father and I are my growth partners; Friends are my playmates in the game; My family is the object I confide in, the support when I am helpless, and the witness of my success! In the depths of my mind, there is always a picture of a middle-aged man saying these words to this arrogant girl with full marks ... this is me and my father.
The first thing to do when I go home is to show off in front of my father with a wet test paper. I wanted a rare praise, but I got a nagging education: "You deserve your achievements, there is nothing to be proud of …" This is my father: everything is right, no one can beat him, and no one can say anything about him. I don't know whether there is a gap or a generation gap between my father and me. Being recognized by him never happened to me. I've been thinking about it. Why on earth is this?
Now I have grown up, and I am more mature and steady than before. Gradually, I found that my grades were much better and my personality changed!
Maybe I am used to it, or maybe my father understands me. Anyway, dad, you are a witness to my success. Thank you!
When my father and I grow up, we will have a pair of powerful big hands from time to time, that is, the hands that have always taken care of my father, and those big hands have never been forgotten!
One snowy afternoon, after school, I walked carefully on my way home, my hands were as cold as ice, and my mouth kept calling "Hatch". I'm very worried. How can I go home with such heavy snow? Just when I was worried, a figure came running from a distance. I looked up and immediately opened my mouth in surprise, even though my father never picked me up! I hurried forward, as if the savior had come. I held my father and my heart was full of excitement. I saw my father kindly say, "Come, hold my father's hand and we will tide over the difficulties together!" " "I nodded happily and grabbed my father's warm palm. Suddenly, a warm current flows into my heart, encouraging me, making me take firm steps step by step, and letting me understand the fatherly love in the world!
What warm hands! It will pull me to overcome any difficulties and setbacks!
My father and I have little communication, and there are only a handful of stories between us, but there is one thing I will never forget.
As far as I can remember, when my father is at home, he always calls to tell his clients something. Although he is not a salesman, he calls more times than a salesman.
Once, I couldn't think of a math application problem, so I asked my mother. My mother couldn't, so I had to ask my father. But my father is on the phone, so I have to do the next question first. Father finally finished the phone call, and I asked questions happily. I didn't expect my father to click a few times on the phone and then continue to make a phone call. At that time, I was extremely depressed.
Inadvertently, I looked up and saw my father's face. It is a face that has experienced many storms and stories-his expression seems to be depressed, and the deep and shallow wrinkles on his face relax when he speaks, like a deep canyon, full of traces of time rushing by. Originally full of hair, blue hair also has wisps of white hair, mottled white is very eye-catching, as if telling me about my father's difficult past years. I suddenly felt that my father was very tired. Even my straight back seemed to bow unconsciously at that time, and my hands became rough and covered with cracks ... At that moment, I suddenly felt so distressed that tears could not help spinning in my eyes.
Father has done too much for the whole family. In life, he is always in a hurry to race against time; Although he is always absent from family gatherings, I can understand the hardships behind him.
My father and I are less naive and more mature; Less blind obedience, more thinking; Less extreme and more rational. Growth, like a cup of oolong tea, savors it carefully and brings fragrance in bitterness.
When the results of the competition came out, I realized that I had lost my name in Sun Shan and didn't even win the third prize. I froze and couldn't say anything. At the moment, the sky is gloomy and the rain is pouring down, which makes my mood more gloomy.
I walked out of the campus in frustration, my legs as heavy as lead. At this moment, a figure flashed before my eyes. It was my dad. He came up to me and said, "Go home." I pushed open his umbrella and set off on my own.
After a while, the rain stopped and the rainbow hung in the sky. My father asked me, "Do you know how the rainbow is formed?" I shook my head without interest. Father added: "When it rains, those raindrops fall to the ground, some break into pieces, some break into pieces, some scream, some are scarred ... However, they still haven't given up their dreams. At the moment when the sun came out, they held hands, side by side, and flew into the air at the fastest speed, reflecting colorful light and forming a rainbow. At that moment, they had no regrets. Isn't this just like life? "
"Life?" These words made me suddenly realize. Yes! How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Some failures. Why?
I am glad to think of this. How can you see a rainbow without experiencing wind and rain? Therefore, I want to write a road to success with my actions.
My father and I 6 childhood is a beautiful poem, childhood is a fresh picture and childhood is a wonderful song.
Many interesting and meaningful things happened in my childhood. One night, I was doing my homework in my room.
When I came out to go to the toilet, I saw my father playing computer with relish, and I couldn't help having a bad idea. I rushed up and said, "Dad, let's change roles!" "Dad ha ha a smile, without thinking, very readily agreed. I saw my father whoosh, ran into my room, picked up a pen and began to read my homework. I played computer happily. After a while, my father said, "Give me a glass of water. "I have no choice but to give my father a glass of water. Dad added, "Help me choose a famous saying." I said anxiously, "stop playing, stop playing, it's too difficult to be a father!" ""Dad said, "Haha, you have finally tasted the suffering of adults!" "
After this "role event", I realized my father's good intentions, made me taste the hardships of being a parent, and found my own "bad habits". I immediately ran back to my room, picked up my pen and began to concentrate on my homework.
I stole a look at my father, and my father smiled, and I smiled happily.
Dad and I 7 Today, I saw the sketch "My Mom and I Swap Roles" on TV. I thought it was very interesting and said to my father, "Let's change roles!" " Dad agreed.
So, I became a "father" and my father, haha, is now my "son". Unexpectedly, this "son" asked me to do this and that for a while, but my "father" was as busy as a bee. Finally, my son asked me to wash his hair. I came to my son and stood there for a long time without knowing where to start. I tried to get the water ready and let him put his head in it. I didn't expect my son to cry. The water was too hot. After mixing the water, I poured the shampoo on my son's head, but I didn't expect the shampoo to flow into his eyes. The son shouted, "Go and get the towel!" " I was in a hurry to get him a towel, but I didn't expect to knock over the basin full of water. My son and I are covered in water. I didn't expect a simple shampoo to make me flustered.
I think my father usually does these things for me. I just did it all day today, and I can't stand it. Being a father is really not easy! I must help my father do more things in the future and be a good boy.
My father and I should not read military books every day! Read more school books. Have you finished your homework? Dad is nagging me again.
The most serious contradiction between my father and me is because I love reading military books. When I read all the military books, my father always said, what's the use of reading those books? Don't you know that fighting is dangerous? You read books all the time, and you don't read other books. After reading, you can go to the military school.
I was disgusted with this, so I passively resisted, took the book under the bed and watched it fall asleep.
I don't know. My dad somehow had a hard time with me that day. My father and son had a quarrel about whether we could read military books. I said angrily, if you don't look, you won't look!
Dad was so angry that he almost hung me up and hit me. He called me to the table and asked me to read the history of China from the first emperor to the last Qing Dynasty until six o'clock in the morning.
Later, I found out that I didn't have to take history class in the future. That night, I got all the information about the history of China at once. So thank you, dad.
Dad has something to say: I will really hang you up and fight next time!
I asked cheekily, Does Grandpa always teach Dad this way?
I also want to use this method for my son. I wonder what it's like to be hanged and beaten. I am curious.
My father and I kissed the western hills in the sunset, and the pebbles in the park were exceptionally smooth. ...
This day is a depressing day in my eyes. I can't move my thighs because I was trained by the PE teacher. My father noticed me and said, "shall we go for a walk in the park?" I looked at my father and was puzzled. Ten thousand people didn't want to go. But my father dragged me into the park. Father didn't speak, just took off his shoes and walked to the particularly smooth pebbles under the rosy clouds. I stared at my father's every move. Father suddenly turned his head and said, "Try it, too." At this moment, I think my father is bored, but I still have no choice but to take off my shoes and step on this pebble. "ah!" I let out a scream, then immediately returned to the flat grass and said wearily, "Dad, it hurts. I don't want to go. " Father still didn't speak, just immersed in this pebble, and his brow revealed joy. Although I don't understand why my father is so innocent, I'm not convinced. Facing the provocation of pebbles under my feet, I stepped on it again. I made up my mind, that's all. Although every step hurts, it can't make me shrink back. Finally, my foot stopped hurting, but it was a little comfortable. "Well done, daughter. Although you are training hard now, as long as you persist, one day you will taste the fruits of your efforts. " My father's voice dropped. Looking at his firm eyes, I couldn't help thinking …
Yes, no matter when and where, as long as you understand and persist, you will eventually taste the fruits of your efforts.
My father and I 10 Our childhood is always short and beautiful.
It was a sunny day. At that time, I was eight years old. My father borrowed a car from a friend and took me to the Yangtze River. Maybe this is my first time here, and I feel very comfortable. I stretched out my arm and felt the beauty of the Yangtze River. The most interesting thing is catching crabs. I slowly came down from a place where there was no grass by the roadside. Then I started catching crabs, but I was too young to know. I just jumped on the rocks for a while and then played with water. My father told me not to be so naughty and be careful, and told me what crabs looked like.
Later, we became a cooperative team. Because I didn't dare to catch it, I was responsible for finding the small hole. Dad said to hide in a small hole. When I found the small hole, I called out to my father, but it was not easy to find the small hole. Many small holes are covered with reeds and are not easy to find. I had a hard time finding these little holes! Originally, I treated the mud as dry and stepped on it. My foot is stuck in the mud and I can't pull it out. I cried for my father, and he rushed over and said, what's the matter? "I said," I always put my foot in and can't pull it out! "He came to help me pull it out and found a small crab in my shoe. I laughed and my father gave me a thumbs-up sign.
Although my memory is poor, I will never forget it, because it is a good memory for my father and me.
My maternal love with my father 1 1 is great, and my father's love is even greater. In my life, many touching things happened between my father and me. My father's love for me is boundless and noble and selfless. He cares about my healthy and happy growth with silent love.
Fatherly love is selfless. Listen to my mom. I hated it when I was a kid. Don't sleep at night, always cry. Dad was very tired when he came back from work, but he immediately hugged me and put me to sleep while singing children's songs. He sang until midnight and didn't stop until I fell asleep. Listen to my mother, when I first called him dad, he hugged me happily, and his happy eyes narrowed into a crack.
Father's love is also tolerant. I remember one time, my exam results were not satisfactory. When I asked my father to sign it, I thought he would hit me. As a result, he said, "Be serious, don't be careless in the future, and go to bed early." After listening to my father's words, I shed tears. From then on, I vowed to study hard and become his pride.
Fatherly love is also a kind of concern. 20xx65438+On February 27th, my father accidentally fell off the ladder and broke his arm. At that time, I heard my father scream "Ouch". My heart was half cold, and my mother took my father to the hospital. I didn't sleep well at home all night, dad, you know? How worried I am about you.
Dad, if there is a next life, I will be your daughter. Dad, I love you all my life.
My father and I are 12. My father will always be the giant of this family. His love for me is so high. Tell me a few little things between my father and me.
It was snowing heavily outside one winter morning. My father and I just opened the door of the corridor when the whistling cold wind came at us with goose feather and heavy snow. Dad looked at it and said it was too cold. Our car is far away. Go back to the corridor and wait enthusiastically! Dad will pick you up in the car. After that, dad trotted along in the heavy snow. After a while, the car came. I jumped into the car and found that many small ice beads had formed on my father's forehead and small snowflakes were still hanging on his glasses. Directly into the warm and comfortable carriage, warm body, warm heart.
Another time, when I was running on the physical education class, I took off my coat when it was hot, and let the cool wind blow in March. It felt great. But it was great at that time, but I felt very uncomfortable when I got home. I fell headlong on the bed. I can't get up anyway. After a while, my father cooked a bowl of ginger juice, pulled me up, let me drink a big bowl, and then covered me with two quilts. Then he took my temperature and helped me to the bathroom. At midnight.
Although the father's love is high, the ruler in his heart cannot be measured. Father's love is a bowl of ginger soup and two quilts, which always makes me feel warm!
Me and dad 13 "haha! Yeah! Mom and dad went to work. They usually don't let me drink coke. I've had enough today. " I said.
I opened the refrigerator and took out two bottles of coke and a higher education cup. "Boom, boom ..." In a short time, half a bottle went down, and I simply turned on the computer. Before, my parents wouldn't let me watch the computer. Today, I feasted my eyes. Suddenly, there was hurried footsteps outside, and I wanted to take my drink back. However, the "enemy" took a step. When I saw it, it turned out to be dad, so I had to look at the computer first. Dad sneaked into my room and secretly said to me, "Your mother doesn't even let me drink alcohol at ordinary times. Today, I sold a few bottles while she was away. Can you keep it a secret? " I replied, "well, yes, but you have to promise me one condition first. You won't tell my mother about my coke." In desperation, my father had to agree, and we started drinking, still not touching the cup. Just when we were happiest, mom came back. We are busy hiding the cup behind us. My mother looked at the bottle on the table and knew everything. After throwing it away, she said, "What a big greedy cat, what a small greedy cat." We must admit our mistakes.
Now as long as my "mother" is involved in this matter, our whole family will laugh heartily.
My father and I 14 My relationship with my father is like a two-part allegorical saying: the front foot never leaves the back foot-tightly. On one occasion, my father wanted to attend a city-wide meeting on behalf of the company. At the meeting, he had to speak Mandarin, but his father was not fluent in Mandarin and sometimes made mistakes, but he didn't give up. Father asked me to teach him Mandarin, and I agreed. I asked my father to write a speech first, and then asked him to read it to me in Mandarin. Whenever I make a mistake and don't read smoothly, I will stop him and let him read until the meeting. Two days have passed, and my father has another day to have a meeting. Although my father has been able to read the speech fluently and accurately in his mother tongue, he still reads it repeatedly. After the meeting, my father came home and told me happily that he was praised by many bosses because he spoke Mandarin fluently and accurately. Since then, my father has been learning Mandarin again. Even when reading the newspaper, he is speaking Mandarin. At the beginning of this year, I bought a computer at home. I really wanted to learn how to use it, so I asked my father to teach me, and he readily agreed. My father taught me many skills, such as turning on and off, programming ... when I was learning to make programs, I always lost confidence. When my father saw that I had no confidence, he said, "Remember, son, if you want to learn a craft well, you have to work hard, just like I learn Mandarin." After listening to my father, I feel confident again. Finally learned how to do the program. I am my father's Mandarin teacher and my father is my computer teacher. My relationship with my father is not only close but also special.
Father 15' s true consideration is subtle. This is a sentence in "Super Grandma Saga", which brings me endless reflection and makes me carefully observe what is "unconscious consideration" in my life.
In order to exercise my independence, my parents let me sleep alone when I was very young. I am dishonest when I sleep. I always kick the quilt and often fall asleep, so I go outside the quilt by myself. In order to prevent me from catching a cold, my father has to get up many times a night to check my quilt. How many times does my father get up in one night? I don't know. Sometimes I am awake, and more often I am asleep. I don't make a sound when I'm awake. Probably afraid of breaking the tacit understanding between father and son.
Such thoughtfulness and tacit understanding can be seen at other times. For example, when I travel to Zhangjiajie, I have two choices after reaching the summit. One is to walk the stone slide, and the other is to walk down the mountain. In fact, my family conditions are not bad, but my father didn't buy a sliding ticket to exercise my courage and physical strength. I was a little tired, but I knew what Dad meant, so I ignored him. So the two of us followed the pedestrians down the stairs step by step. On the way, my father would take me to sit down and have a rest every once in a while, and told me that only when rest and work alternate can work be done well. Finally, we reached the foot of the mountain. Although we were tired at last, we still felt very comfortable.
My father is like this. He will never express his love enthusiastically. His thoughtfulness is subtle, but it really warms my heart.