When my father was in primary school, the conditions were very bad. There were no colorful books, no light paper like the one we use now, let alone pens and ballpoint pens. They use a small pencil and a big paper. What is the so-called big paper? That was the school supplies used by my father at that time. Your yellow paper is even rougher now. It is in this learning environment that my father always ranks among the best in the class. I really admire it!
And the school supplies we use now are all kinds of colorful textbooks, colored notebooks, ballpoint pens and pens. If we can't learn well in such a learning environment, it's really our own fault.
do you like winter? My father likes winter very much. The sight of heavy snow flying is really fascinating, and the bigger the snow, the better. Do you know why?
in my father's day, there were no bicycles at home, let alone cars. But my father likes winter best, because he can only use his magical means of transportation in winter when it snows heavily. My father's home is far from school, which is more than ten miles away, but in winter when the road is covered with thick snow, my father and his friends will take out homemade snow ... < P > 2-My father and I have many similarities and many differences. Let's "appreciate" the similarities between my father and me first! My father and I both have a pair of tiny eyes, and what is more distinctive is that we both have a straight nose and a slightly tilted mouth. Once, when my father and I were walking together, a neighbor came across. He looked like Columbus had discovered the new world: "Your father and son really look alike. Your eyes, nose, mouth ... even walking are the same. It's like being carved from the same mold!" Dad listened and smiled and replied, "Really? I haven't noticed yet. " My father and I are not only similar in appearance and action, but also similar in personality. Once, while I was playing computer, the computer screen was suddenly turned off. I turned my head and looked, ah! Dad's serious face appeared in front of me, and I was too scared to come out. Dad said sternly, "turn off the computer and recite ancient poems at once!" " My personality is the same, I am usually easy-going, but if anyone annoys me, I will also get even with him impulsively. I remember one time, some of our classmates were playing badminton. When it was my turn to play, one of them disobeyed the rules and occupied the court. When I saw him being so unreasonable, I was very angry. I yelled at him and glared at him, posing as a "narrow road meets the brave." When he saw this, he had to obediently give me the racket and let me play at the venue. There are similarities and many differences, such as getting dressed. Dad likes to wear a black jacket in spring and a black shirt in summer ... He likes to wear black all year round. But I am different. I like to change color. I like to wear red, yellow, beige and black. Our hobbies are also different. Dad likes reading, reading newspapers and listening to music on the Internet. As for me, I like playing football and computer games. Of course, there are still many differences between our father and son, so let's not say more. Tell me, am I the same or different from my father?
3-father's gaze
Time has outlined a deep and shallow trace on his forehead, and the years have sharpened his palm. Between the sun and the moon, only his gaze is still so Ming Che, still so warm and full of deep affection for me.
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Those eyes I cherish with my heart are the memories I use to keep warm. When winter comes, I take them out and slowly reminisce about my father's love.
the first five years. The young father is young, with generous shoulders and solid big hands. I, on the other hand, like to hold his powerful shoulders and fantasize about flying to the sky and swimming in the sea of clouds. My father at that time, in my eyes, was always so great. When he looked at me, his eyes were full of smiles, just like ice cream was melting. Vaguely, I always think of that father's eyes. It was the first day that I was about to bid farewell to my carefree life and enter kindergarten. After seeing me off at the school gate, my father bent down slowly, touched my little head with a smile and said in a gentle tone, Today, instead of dad playing with you, there will be other children playing with you. Are you happy? I nodded stupidly. He carefully tidied my clothes again, and his eyes were a little sad. He looked at me for a while and said, Go in and remember to listen to the teacher. But my little hand still tugged at my father's sleeve and refused to let go. Father's eyes revealed some helplessness and said, go in. I still won't let it go. My father hesitated and pulled my hand away. I was immediately frightened and tears streamed down my face. My father did not wipe my tears, but pushed me into the school gate. I cried even harder. The teacher came and took my hand. I only saw my father's resolute back when I turned around, but after a few steps, he turned around, and his eyes flashed with worry and anxiety. When he saw me quietly following the teacher, he smiled with relief and stopped walking.
the second five years. Father is more mature, his shoulders are still so generous and his big hands are still so strong. However, a few casual wrinkles on his forehead still show his hard work and his efforts. He doesn't smile at me as much as before, and he has become strict and harsh. But at that time, I was very naughty, I liked to go my own way, and I thought playing was the truth. When I came home with unsatisfactory grades again, my father stared at me, and his eyes suddenly froze and became very cold and serious. My father didn't say anything, but walked into my room, took out my favorite comic books and tore them one by one in front of me. I didn't understand my father's behavior, so I cried and told him not to tear it up, but he just wouldn't listen. No matter what I do, he won't stop. I was so angry that I locked myself in my room, got angry with him and ignored him. I know my father is disappointed in me again.
the third five years. I inadvertently found that several unsociable whites emerged from my father's thick black hair. I am growing up slowly, and he is getting old slowly. He seldom smiles brightly at me again, but at most he smiles implicitly. I am no longer naughty, and time has made me sensible. "Dad, drinking less is bad for your health …" "Dad, don't smoke any more …" "Dad, the weather has cooled down …" I saw that whenever I finished these words, there was always something glittering in his eyes, and then, jokingly, "Why are you nagging …" However, the tone was so warm and there was no impatience.
In those few "five years" of life, my father will accompany you silently and guide you at any time. My father's love is round and sometimes square. Sometimes it's subtle, sometimes it's so strict.
Emotion often changes its original shape under the precipitation of time. However, those eyes touched by time will make me remember in my mind and engrave in my heart.
the story of my father and me
in a general family, it should be that the mother is kind to her father and strict. But my family just fell down, but my mother was strict with me.
and my father is very fond of me, but he also attaches great importance to education.
sometimes, I get upset because of my usual homework, and occasionally I quarrel with my mother. We're both stubborn, and we don't get into trouble after a few words. At the end of the quarrel, I began to have a cold war with my mother. Usually, my "poor" dad has to be persuaded from both sides. He used a gentle comfort method for my mother, but a blunt reason method for me. When both of us calm down, I usually ask for a "white flag" and take the initiative to "surrender", and then shout that my father is eccentric, without comforting me. My mother was immediately amused, and my father succeeded in acting as a fire extinguisher.
He is also a very reasonable person, giving me enough free space and giving me strong self-care ability. However, it's not that I'm completely ignored. Sometimes I want to go home by car alone at night, but it's usually after nine o'clock, and the door has already been locked. I'm still a little scared to walk through that long, dark path alone. That day, I was standing on the path, and I wanted to cross here for the first time, or I was alone. All kinds of horrible scenes came to my mind, and sweat came from my palms. I crustily skin of head and went in. "Chloe-"Suddenly, I heard someone calling my name! "Mom!" I gave a cry and ran back quickly. At the exit, I stopped, my heart was pounding and I almost dared not look up. Then I heard footsteps, getting closer and closer, and my heart almost jumped out. Put a hand on my shoulder. Oh, my God! I secretly complain, is there really a monster? My heart stopped beating at that moment. I turned around and said, "Dad!" I was so surprised that I immediately grabbed his arm. It turned out that he was worried about me and knew I was afraid of the dark, so he came to pick me up. Unexpectedly, I was scared to run as soon as I heard someone calling me. Now that I think about it, it's a bit embarrassing.
that year, I was ten years old.
somehow, I fell in love with Garfield. Dad searched all over Xi 'an and got me an oversized one. Although I don't know how many places he has traveled, I obviously realize his deep concern. This is twelve years old.
Maybe fatherly love is different from maternal love, which is so obvious that it can be engraved in my life.
My father and I
The spring breeze is silent, blowing the earth green; Father's love is silent, which moistens his heart.
My father is an ordinary and great employee in the financial sector. He has good facial features, but he is tone deaf. When he was a child, he didn't read many books and his cultural level was not high. But he is very amiable and seldom loses his temper. Therefore, he sometimes becomes a "punching bag" for my mother and me.
I remember once, I played chess with my father. I went to the toilet once, and I lost soon after I came out. Not convinced, I said suspiciously, "Dad, be honest, did you move my chess while I was in the toilet?" "No." The monk whose father is Zhang Er-all at sea. "There must be, otherwise you can't beat me!" I'm starting to argue irrationally Dad was wronged into silence. Once again, my mother, who is very strict with me, went to Guangzhou to attend classes, and I was liberated. I had a fight with my classmates at school because of a trivial matter. After returning home, my father did ideological work for me: "Jiahui, fighting is wrong, and a gentleman says it but doesn't do it!" If you go out to society in the future, you will die if you do this again ... "Before he finished, I interjected:" He started it. I just deal with a man as he deals with you, and my life will be lost sooner or later! " Dad was speechless by me and had to give a long sigh.
Although I usually look down on my elders, his care and concern for me have not changed at all.
The day after Tomb-Sweeping Day, I ate a lot of ice cream. This is a terrible stomach. It protested to its owner that it kept hurting, and it didn't work even after taking medicine. It was very cold at night, and my careful father gently tucked me in while I was asleep. But naughty feet don't know when to kick it away again. I used to have a stomachache, but now I have a cold, which really adds insult to injury and adds fuel to the fire! That night, I vomited and pulled, vomiting and diarrhea. This frightened my father. Although it was three o'clock in the morning, my son's illness was an order. He forgot the fatigue at midnight and put me on his broad back. The streets are frighteningly deserted. With a chill in the wind, I fell on my father's back. It turned out that my father's back was so strong and warm that my hands around my neck couldn't help hugging more tightly. I finally came to the hospital, and after some tossing, I didn't get home until morning. The next day, in order to take better care of me, my father took a day off specially. Under the bathing of my father's love, I soon recovered.
My father is an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain on the road of life; Father is the light, illuminating my life; My father is a boat, which carried me through all difficulties ... Now my father and I are good buddies.
Dad is my mentor and my good friend. My father works in a big company. He is usually very busy at work, but he "stares" at my study every day. When I was in the first grade, my father made a "summer vacation schedule" for me, asking me to get up on time, eat on time, do my homework on time and rest on time. Take me for a walk and chat with me after dinner in the evening. Take me to the bookstore on Sunday, and let me travel in the ocean of books since I was a child.
whenever I encounter difficulties in my study, he always says to me, "Don't be afraid of difficulties, read more books and overcome them with your own strength." I remember that I only got 9 points in an exam, and I was very sad. Dad carefully checked my test paper when he signed it, and then helped me analyze the reasons for not doing well in the exam. And earnestly said to me: "son, you can't be careless in doing things. Your biggest mistake in this exam is carelessness." I nodded silently.
Dad not only cares about my study, but also my life. I remember one night when I was sleeping, I kicked the quilt off because of the heat. In a daze, I felt my father's slender figure appear in front of my bed. He gently helped me cover the quilt and touched my forehead with his warm big hand. A warm current spread through my heart, and I felt warm all over.
Dad, I know that you have worked hard for me on my growing road. My little progress is devoted to your efforts. I secretly swear: I must study hard and never live up to your expectations of me.
Parents' message: As parents, bringing their children into this world takes on the responsibility of educating them. "A good beginning is half the battle." In order to let the child develop good study habits, I made a study plan for him. In order to stimulate his interest in learning, I often take him to the book city. In order to understand his thoughts, I often chat with him. Parents are role models for their children, hoping to think of "shine on you is better than blue".