1. The father held an umbrella for his son, looked at pictures and wrote words

One day at noon, the father took his son out for an outing. But after playing for a while, it started to rain, and neither father nor son could With an umbrella, my father had spent all his money, so he ran and hid under a roof.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier. The ground was covered with water and there was no one there. The weather was getting colder and colder. My son was shivering from the cold, and his clothes were all wet. He was in a very embarrassed state.

The father felt distressed to see his son, but the rain was too heavy and there was no one nearby, so he had to wait for the rain to stop. It was dark, and there were many "small rivers" on the ground, which were almost submerged to the feet of the father and son.

The son kept panting and his head hurt. The father was almost going crazy with anxiety. This is, a man holding an umbrella appeared in the rain.

The father's eyes were shining, and he rushed over with his son. At this time, the father asked the umbrella-holder: "Can you hold an umbrella with us? Our clothes are all wet and my son has a cold. Please, please do it!" The umbrella-holder was a hard-hearted person. Pretend not to hear.

My father said it again, looking even more anxious. The man holding the umbrella still ignored me, so my father crawled down through the gap in the umbrella.

The umbrella holder actually pressed the umbrella down to prevent him from putting his head in. The umbrella man was still walking struttingly.

The father and son were soaked like two drowned rats. The father asked again: "Please, my son and I are really freezing to death!" The man didn't say a word.

After a while, the man finally said, "I'm tired." The father rolled his eyes and came up with a good idea.

He said to the umbrella holder: "Otherwise, I am a professional carrying person. I often carry people, and they give me a lot of money. If you hold an umbrella for us, father and son, I will I can carry you for free, so won’t everyone make a profit?” The man thought for a while and agreed. So the father carried the man on his back, and the man was holding an umbrella.

In this way, the three of them all held umbrellas and arrived home soon. After returning home, the father and son dried their clothes.

A few days later, the son's illness also recovered, and the father and son lived happily again. 2. The father held an umbrella for his son, looked at pictures and wrote words

One day at noon, the father took his son out for an outing. But after playing for a while, it started to rain. Neither father nor son brought an umbrella. The money on the father's body After spending all the money, he ran and hid under a roof. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, the ground was covered with water, and there was no one there. The weather was getting colder and colder. My son was shivering from the cold, and his clothes were all wet. He was in a very embarrassed state. The father felt distressed to see his son, but the rain was too heavy and there was no one nearby, so he had to wait for the rain to stop. It was dark, and there were many "small rivers" on the ground, which were almost submerged up to the feet of the father and son. The son kept gasping and his head hurt, and the father was almost going crazy with anxiety.

This is, a man holding an umbrella appeared in the rain. The father's eyes were shining, and he rushed over with his son. At this time, the father asked the umbrella-holder: "Can you hold an umbrella with us? Our clothes are all wet and my son has a cold. Please, please do it!" The umbrella-holder was a hard-hearted person. Pretend not to hear. My father said it again, looking even more anxious. The umbrella man still ignored me, so my father crawled down through the gap in the umbrella. The umbrella holder actually pushed the umbrella down to prevent him from putting his head in.

The umbrella-holder was still walking swaggeringly. The father and son were soaked to the skin, like two drowned rats. The father asked again: "Please, my son and I are really freezing to death!" The man didn't say a word. After a while, the man finally said, "I'm tired." The father rolled his eyes and came up with a good idea. He said to the umbrella holder: "Otherwise, I am a professional people-carrying expert and I often carry people. They give me a lot of money. If you hold an umbrella for us, father and son, I can carry you for free, so that everyone can Aren’t they all profitable?” The man thought for a while and agreed. So the father carried the man on his back, and the man was holding an umbrella. In this way, the three of them all held umbrellas and arrived home soon.

After returning home, the father and son dried their clothes.

After a few days, the son's illness also recovered, and the father and son lived happily again. 3. How does my father write about looking at pictures, writing compositions, and writing about people?

My father is taller. Tall, with a pair of bright eyes. Others say that my father is slim, but I feel that my father is too slim. Dad’s profession is a teacher, but he has many hobbies, including playing basketball, reading news online, watching TV, and playing table tennis...

Dad can’t help but watch China’s table tennis and volleyball matches. In the last few games, even in the middle of the night, my father would get up to cheer for the Chinese team. Sometimes he would be as excited as the head coach on the field. Under his influence, I almost became a little fan...

Dad not only knows how to repair various things, but also has extremely clever ideas for writing essays.

Once, I rushed down the slope on a bicycle. The car rushed forward like the wind, and the speed reached the limit of the bicycle. On the second slope, I wanted to go faster, so I stepped harder. Unexpectedly, the chain came out of the sprocket gear, causing me to almost fall. I had to stop the car and install the chain. But not long after riding, the unsatisfactory chain came off again. At this time, my father came to me, looked at my sad face, and asked me: "What's wrong?" I hesitated and said: "Dad, I... the chain of the car came off..." Dad smiled and said: " Isn't this easy?" I took out the pliers from the room, quickly removed a chain head, and then connected the chain again, and I could ride on my bicycle again...

Another time , I am writing the composition "My Puppy". I have written the beginning and the process vividly, but not the end. Dad saw me scratching my head and knew that I had encountered another problem, so he said to me kindly: "We have encountered another problem, right?" I nodded, pointed to the end and said, "I can't write the ending." Dad said patiently : "This is my puppy." He paused and said, "This is my cute puppy. Do you like it? Both endings are OK." Dad helped me solve the problem, and I happily completed the composition. ...

This is the person who impressed me deeply - dad.

Everyone says, "Only the best mother in the world is good." I think my father 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 rest and let him tie up the remaining two bags. The rain came at the wrong time, and it started raining 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. 4. Look at pictures and write words to make my composition

Look at pictures and write words I am sick Chen Jinyang On Saturday afternoon, my father saw that I was not feeling well and immediately called my mother to put down work and go home to take a look.

My mother came back, looked at it and said, "It's okay, it's just a little cold. Just drink some medicine and it will be fine." So, my father and mother gave me two packets of medicine every day.

I had been taking it for 8 days and still wasn’t feeling better, so my mother and father took me to the hospital and had an electroencephalogram done. Half an hour later, the result was unexpected: I had encephalitis.

The doctor said: "Should your child be hospitalized or given an injection?" Dad and mother chose injections. We went to the house of one of my aunts. She was a doctor and was responsible for getting medicines and injections for others.

After hearing the news that I wanted an injection, my aunt took out the syringe, mixed it with medicine and gave me the injection. I cried loudly at first, but my mother saw it and immediately comforted me so that I wouldn't cry.

After a while, I stopped crying, and my mother felt relieved. When I want to drink water, my mother goes to get me water. When I want to eat, my mother goes out to buy me food.

I see my mother working so hard. When I grow up, if my mother is sick, I have to buy food and water for her. A week after the injection, my mother took my temperature again. It changed from 39 degrees to 36.5 degrees. A stone in my heart finally fell to the ground.

My mother and I went home happily. 5. Write an essay on a picture of a father washing his feet and giving slippers to his son

It is getting late, there are fewer people on the street, and the neighbors have closed their doors and gone upstairs to sleep or watch TV.

My mother and I washed our feet and prepared to go upstairs. At this time, I saw that my father had not washed his feet, so I said to him: "Dad, wash your feet quickly! Mom and I have washed our feet and are waiting for you. After we have washed our feet, we will go upstairs."

Dad said: "I know, you go up first, I will come up later." Mom went upstairs.

I walked halfway and stood on the stairs. I wanted to see if I had washed my feet. I saw my father pouring some water into the footbath, sitting on the stool, taking off his socks, and putting his feet into the water. After a while, my father slowly bent down. It looked very laborious, and he kept talking. Breathing heavily.

Seeing my father struggling, I felt uncomfortable and a little sour in my heart. Why don't I go down and help dad wash his feet?

Thinking of this, I quickly walked down the stairs and said to my father: "Dad, let me wash it for you!" Dad straightened up and said with difficulty: "No, you go ahead, I will do it myself." Okay." I thought to myself: Look at you, you are obviously struggling, but you still say you can do it.

I said in a pleading tone: "Dad, can you just let me wash it for you once?" Dad saw that I was very determined and had no choice but to agree. So, I poured some hot water into the footbath, held Dad's feet in both hands, and scrubbed them gently.

Dad’s feet looked so old, and the skin was wrinkled. Seeing such a scene makes my heart hurt.

I know that my father is working for ***, running around on these old feet. After washing for a long time, I gently dried my father's feet with a dry towel, and the basin of water was still very clean.

Looking at my father again, I saw him looking at me with a smile on his face. That smile was so bright and sweet. "Wash Dad's Feet". 6. Read the pictures and write the essay "Father and Son"

Many people may have read this book "Father and Son". Maybe you will smile knowingly when you see the interesting comics in it, but the corners of your mouth will raise. At the same time, you may feel powerful and shocked in your heart, such as the 6 small paintings of "Exercising Hands to Become Famous". Look at these 6 paintings in order: Dad and son, one big and one small, lift two barbells. Dad and son, one grows and one grows. Short skipping rope, the father and his son practice arm strength on the same horizontal bar. The father and his son practice horse stance with one wide and one narrow. The father can lift his son with one hand, and the son can lift his father with one hand.

Obviously, the son has become a famous hand through training, which means that the father has given all his skills to his son. The son has grown up and has more powerful abilities than his father. In the process of his son's growth, it contains the father's infinite love for his son and the love he gives to his son through companionship.

In life, our parents also give us great love, which is reflected in. ..