I woke up from my sleep, coughing one after another, and even the desk beside the bed shook and echoed. Dad heard this and immediately ran over: "Qiu Lu, what's wrong with you?" Drink some water! ""good ... ah! " I answered hesitantly, coughing so hard that I couldn't even speak. My father brought me a cup of hot water. She tasted it first, tried the water temperature, and then patted me on the back while feeding me. I feel much more comfortable after drinking hot water. Hearing my cough, my father ran from the living room to my bedside and said to him, "Take him to the hospital tomorrow." Father wanted to think and said. Hearing this, my tears came out and wetted my pillow. Dad quickly took a towel and put it on my pillow.
The next day, my father asked for leave to drive me to the clinic for examination and intravenous drip. In the clinic, my father put his arm around me, put her hand on mine and asked me what was wrong. Father came home from work to cook and then delivered delicious food to the clinic. ...
In difficult times, I can always feel the warmth of fatherly love and maternal love, surrounded by air behind my back. This article is not the author's improvisation, but a memory eight years later. Therefore, there is an aesthetic distance between "tears" and "back", each of which contains the emotional implication and the accumulation of many meanings brought about by the passage of time. This is a series of "awakening" from the article "coming back" wait a minute. It is this kind of love that makes me sensible and strong, and makes me understand why I should be grateful to my parents for their love.
2. How to write a composition that begins with my father's illness?
So I went to my father's side (I think he is not sick), looked into his eyes and read out his feelings and nostalgia for the world.
Then you can write the story of this father below. I don't know what direction you want to write, but you can write why this father is sick, why he can't be cured, and why he is nostalgic (with the beginning)
It is suggested to use more rhetorical devices, such as describing the father's appearance. "His haggard face, eyebrows, slightly open eyes, sleepy eyes and chapped lips all indicate that he is ill." "His hair is very long; The beard is green and gray, one inch long; The eye socket is deep and the skin color is grayish yellow ... "
The student's father feels sick. Usually our parents take care of us. This time it's different. Why? Please let me explain slowly.
On this day, I went to grandpa's house in high spirits. I wanted to have a good time at his house, but an accident changed my mind.
As soon as you enter the gate, you can hear the cough coming from the living room soon. I was shocked and immediately found my father lying on the sofa. I tried to run to see how my father was, but I was startled by the cough.
Finally, dad tried his best to stop coughing. I ran over and found that he was pale and showed signs of vomiting. I am very distressed, thinking: If I take care of my father, will he get better faster? So, I became a "little famous doctor".
I brought a pot of hot water and a towel first. I washed the towel with water and squeezed it dry. Then I put the towel on my father's forehead. Suddenly, dad felt warm! Like a rude awakening, he slowly opened his eyes and said, "Xu Qizhe, you are really a filial child!" " "I said," hey, what's this? Can you count what you have done for me before? " With that, I brought a basin of foot washing water to my father and told him to put his feet down. Dad said distressfully, "Let Dad come." I said, "No! You are too ill to let you come! " Dad asked again, "Don't you think my feet stink?" I said, "Of course not! Because you are my father! "
After that, dad put down his feet with confidence. When I touched my father's cold feet, my heart suddenly became gloomy. Knowing that he was tired, he tried his best to talk to me.
After washing my feet carefully, I wiped my feet carefully. I didn't rest assured until I was sure that my father's feet were hot and clean.
Then, I pressed my father's feet, took medicine, made snacks, and made him do some exercise and sweat. ...
Hey! Stop it! I am really a "little famous doctor"! Three days later, a tall and burly body appeared in front of me again!
Ah! It's dad! It's dad! Dad's illness is cured!
How happy I am!
In the dazzling sunshine, three small figures sparkled. Two of them are parents who love me to the bone. ...
4. How to write my father's composition: My father's grass is green and fragrant, and home is the best harbor.
Many times people will say that only mothers are good in the world, and I agree with this statement. However, my father will always be such a tall image in my heart. Dad always has no regrets. Sometimes when he is tired, he seldom complains. He just likes to relax himself with wine.
I often see such a scene: my father curled up on the sofa and fell asleep after drinking, and everything on the table was not cleaned up, so I had to work. I want to say that my father is different from others. I'm afraid to tell him every time I get sick, because unlike other children's fathers, children are naturally anxious and worried when they get sick, but my father will scold me and say that I don't take good care of myself all day, and I don't even listen to the call to put on more clothes … so that sometimes I have to go to class when I get sick, and sometimes I feel wronged. Why do you have to blame me for not caring about me when I am sick?
I still remember when I was a child, when I was still in primary school, my first task was to study hard. Whenever I have a holiday, I don't know what to do, so my father will accompany me to do my homework. So, I'm the top of my class. I still remember that time, the final exam was coming, and I was very concerned about my grades. Every night, my father will watch me fall asleep by my side, and sometimes chat: I: Dad, the final exam is coming, I don't know if it will be too late. Dad: Hehe, it's too late to work hard. You can take a closer look ... Me: Hmm ... I ask this question repeatedly every night, but my father won't feel impatient.
I don't know if there are many things that shouldn't happen in this family. I smiled happily and cried sadly. I remember I was sensible a long time ago and I was easily satisfied. Even if someone wants to give me something for free, I won't take it. Slowly, I became introverted. Some people laugh, but I feel nothing when I see you chatting with others. A: Hehe, I don't understand why I feel this way when chatting. I grew up under my father's "discipline". If you don't listen, I will fight (remember that slap … so red, so painful, so sour). As soon as I hear it, I will praise that I deserve it (I remember when my father's thumb stood up for me, I felt happy). This is my father, my dear father. No matter how many times I am punished, I won't blame him, because this is my father, a humorous father.
My father doesn't ask much for my grades, but only asks me to listen carefully in class and do my homework carefully. But my father is most worried about my safety. When I go out alone, my father always tells me to be careful when crossing the road. Don't read books or listen to songs when walking. Although I'm tired of listening to it, after all, my father is doing me good.
Do you want to know what my father is like? Don't worry, listen to me slowly! In an exam, I just wanted to hide my test paper from others. I have been guarding others everywhere like a mother hen, but I have done so-so. I didn't know the test paper was put away, but I thought I would get a hundred points in the exam. I am full of joy waiting for the test paper to come down. After the papers were handed out, I found that I only got 89 points. You know, my mother has always been very strict with my study. I have to get 99 points. I went home trembling. Sure enough, when I got home, my mother scolded me and I began to cry. When dad came back, I learned something. Tell me, failing in the exam doesn't mean you don't study well. Let's analyze why you make so many mistakes. The end result is carelessness. In the next exam, I remembered what my father said and checked it several times after I finished it carefully.
Finally, I got 98 points, and I ran home happily. A happy smile appeared on my father's face, which made me very happy. It was dangerous to run around on the road once. Father told me to go back, frowning. I wanted to find some answers from my father's face, but his appearance was so scary, and then he said in a critical tone, next time you dare to run around on the road, I won't let you go out to play again! I was so scared that I nodded again and again! If dad goes out, there seems to be less active air in our house. When my father is at home, my humorous father and I will always start a world war (garrulous). The war is often caused by my father, but I am fully armed.
I like my father because he is a humorous father, and he won't put on airs in front of others. This is my father-Duan Xiaohui! Article 3: My father has a oval face, big eyes, double eyelids and a high nose. He has dark skin and strong muscles.
My father is very concerned about me. I remember once, I covered the quilt and began to sleep, but after a while, I felt very hot and kicked the quilt off.
Because I didn't close the window, the cool wind outside blew on me. I feel cold, but I can't find the quilt. After a long time, I got sick.
At this time, my father came to see me. He pushed open the door, saw my uncomfortable appearance and touched my head. Dad knew I was ill and went to find cold medicine at once. He prepared all the medicines, then poured a cup of warm water, gently helped me up and coaxed me into drinking the medicine.
I drank the medicine obediently and then lay down to sleep. Dad didn't leave. He sat by my bed, looked at me quietly and thought, "You should take good care of yourself and get well soon!" " "I thought," I'm so happy that my father is so kind to me. "
I must repay my father's love for me in the future. That night, my father didn't sleep and always took care of me. My father is really difficult.
This is my father, a loving father-Kong Tao. Chapter four: My father, my father, with handsome hair, round face and high nose, looks like a cute "pig" and is very beautiful.
His eyes are shining and his big mouth seems to be eating everywhere. He comes from Yuan Shao Town.
My father is in charge of my sick composition. Spring and autumn slip away quietly in front of me. Who can understand my father's heart? Dad is tired, who do we know? Dad's love, we who accept who.
There is such a person in the world who doesn't forget to care about us when blaming us. Fly, dad's love, how much have we read in time?
You have seen your father scold you, but you have never seen the figure of covering the quilt every night; You have seen your father nagging you, but you have never seen the figure of working hard for you in the kitchen; You've seen your father spank you, but you haven't seen the light that hasn't been turned off after working for you late at night. Dad's love, can you understand it? Today, I understand, and I understand. Dad's love is selfless and silent, not what you see in anger.
On this day, I got up at nine o'clock, not Sunday or Saturday, but Friday, not for any reason but because we had a holiday. Getting up at this time makes me feel ashamed. I slept until this point, and I went downstairs to wash. I started my study plan and struggled. I sat in front of the computer and began to study. After a long time, I couldn't help it and started playing again. This game is not good, and it wasted an hour of my life. What's more, my father just found out. In this way, I was laid down from' heaven' to' earth', and the computer is no longer mine. I went downstairs to study and came for a long time. I stretched myself and went to the kitchen to see my father cooking. My stomach is growling. When my father saw me, he began to miss me and said I didn't eat. I cried, and I watched him cry silently. I thought to myself.
My study is much more important than my health. The speaker has no intention, but the listener has intention. Maybe it was just an unintentional sentence from my father, but it hurt my fragile heart inadvertently. A faint scent floated out of the pot and accidentally got into my nostrils, making my mouth water. Dad, when he filled a bowl, it was actually for me. As he gave it, he said, "it's ok to play, but dad doesn't like your sneaking around." Dad, I don't want you to lie to dad. " I ate that delicious dish, and I cried. I feel sorry for my father. Such people never forget to give me care when they blame me.
Fatherly love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.
My father is in charge of my sick mother's composition. Once, my mother and I felt sick. My mother touched my head and touched her own. She knows that we all have a fever.
Sure enough, I am 38.5 degrees, and my mother is 38.2 degrees. I was lying in bed, dizzy, but my mother took care of me as if I were not sick. I feel very uncomfortable in my heart, because my mother is sick, and she must be as uncomfortable as me, while I am resting in bed and my mother is doing housework.
It can be seen from her figure that she is struggling and uncomfortable. I thought to myself: no! I can't lie in bed and let my mother take care of me! Mom is also a patient now, and needs to rest! I got up and asked my mother to help her with her work. When she saw me get up, she said, "Why are you up? Don't want to sleep? " "No, Mom, I want to help you."
"Don't toss about this, go to sleep quickly, and go to school if you have nothing to do!" Mom said. "I ..." I slammed the door into the room in a fit of pique. I saw my mother dragging her tired body through the door, and I couldn't help it any longer. I threw myself on the bed and began to cry.
My fever is getting worse and my mother takes care of me more carefully. I said to my mother in bed, "Mom, why didn't you rest when I tried to help you yesterday?" "Silly boy, mom, this is for your own good. How can I be good without a good rest? You are too young to be an adult. If you are ill, your parents will be very worried. It doesn't matter whether I participate or not. The key is hello. " I am very touched, my mother's love for me is a great maternal love, and this love is brilliant at any time! There is no substitute for maternal love, which is the most sacred and pure love! Here, I want to say a heartfelt word to my mother: "Mom, I love you!" " "I think, what other sentence can express my mood better than this simple sentence? ——————————————————————————————————————————————————————————————
As soon as my mother saw it, she quickly sent me to the hospital and asked the doctor to see me for treatment. After examination, the doctor said that I had a cold and wanted to hang salt water on me.
My family is poor and has little money. My mother is afraid that the doctors here are inexperienced and expensive, so she wants to take me to Tongxiang and let the doctors in Tongxiang treat me. It was already dark and it was getting late.
My mother sent me to Tongxiang for hospitalization and sat beside my bed for the night. It was not until the next morning that she closed her eyes and slept for a while.
But my mother only slept for a while, and then she hardly opened her eyes to tell me stories, so as not to worry me. Later, grandma came and wanted to take care of me for my mother.
However, my mother was not at ease and stayed to take care of me. I saw a circle of black things around my mother's eyes.
I know it's because of lack of sleep. Mom has to go to work, and grandma has repeatedly asked her to go to work.
Mom just agreed to go to work. Shortly after my mother left, she came to see me in the hospital again.
It turned out that my mother was still worried and told the leader the reason and didn't come back until she asked for leave. My mother also told my grandmother: "I still don't feel at ease, so I asked the leader for leave to take care of my daughter."
Hearing this, I know how much my mother loves me! So, I think after my illness is cured, I must take good care of my mother and don't let her pay so much for me! —————————————————————————————————————————————————————— I had a stitch before I left, for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.
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Whenever I read this poem, I can't help thinking of my mother. My mother's love for me is everywhere-in life, as long as the climate changes, she never forgets to add or subtract clothes for me; When I am sick, she will take care of me without sleep; In study, she always guides me patiently; She often takes me out on holidays.
In my heart, one thing impressed me very deeply-it was a Sunday night, and I was going to Jiayi Musical Instrument Store to learn guzheng. When I went out, the sky was clear and rosy in Wan Li, but just after class was over, it began to thunder outside.
"rumbling."
The noise was terrible, and soon it began to rain cats and dogs. The class is finally over, and it's already dark.
When I went out, there was a cold wind blowing head on, and I couldn't help shrinking my neck. It's too cold! Watching my classmates being picked up by my parents one by one, I stood under the eaves and felt like a small sapling, shaken by the strong wind. After a while, the door of the music shop was closed, and I was still waiting.
Finally, I saw a familiar figure in the heavy rain-it was my mother! Mom came pedaling hard in the rain.
Angry and anxious, I asked my mother, "Why are you so late today?" "Today, the unit worked overtime and there were some things to do, so it was late." Mom said with some apologies.
"Are you cold?" Mother took off her coat and handed it to me. "I don't want it."
"no! Your hands are so cold, come on, put them on! " I put on a coat with my mother's temperature. Under the dim street lamp, I saw my mother's light coat tightly attached to my body and my trouser legs were wet. Rain is running down my trouser legs. I don't know whether it is rain or sweat.
My heart trembled and my anger subsided.
I held my mother's waist tightly. Yes, my mother works hard every day, and she has to take care of my daily life and study with me. She hardly has any rest time of her own. My mother has done too much for me ... I put my face tightly on my mother's back.
Suddenly, my body felt warm. The wind blew harder and it rained harder.
My mother's love and warm reminder will remain in my memory forever.
7. My father is ill and I love him. My father is a computer engineer. He can't live without the computer every day. The computer is in his hands like a duck to water. Dad is very dedicated, often working overtime, and sometimes discussing technical issues with colleagues at work late at night.
Last June, 1 1, he fell ill because of fatigue. He had a high fever for several days and took some medicine, but it didn't work. Mom urged dad to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. The doctor said to his father, "You have acute thyroiditis and you need to be hospitalized." Hearing this, Dad was anxious: "No, no, I still have a lot of things to deal with. I have to go to work. Just give me some medicine and take it to work. " Mother quickly advised: "health is the capital of the revolution, or listen to the doctor and have a good treatment." At the insistence of my mother and doctor, my father had to leave his job and live in the hospital.
Grandma was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks when she heard that her father was in hospital. She kept nagging: "He just wouldn't listen when he was told to pay attention. Something happened this time. " Grandma has been saying this in her mouth, but she has been thinking about her father. She calls her father every day and asks him, "Do you want to cook some noodles today? Do you want to eat some salty porridge? " When she gets a positive answer, she always rushes to the supermarket to buy some fresh meat and vegetables, and then rushes home to cook delicious meals for her mother to take away.
During Dad's hospitalization, relatives and friends came to visit him. Some brought nutrition, some fruit, some hot noodles and some warm greetings. With everyone's care and help, under the treatment of doctors, my father's condition was quickly effectively controlled and he was finally discharged after half a month. The whole family breathed a sigh of relief, and grandma's hanging heart was finally relieved.
Through this incident, I also understand that both work and study should learn to combine work and rest and relax moderately.
My father is a computer engineer. He can't live without the computer every day. The computer is in his hands like a duck to water.
Dad is very dedicated, often working overtime, and sometimes discussing technical issues with colleagues at work late at night. Last June, 1 1, he fell ill because of fatigue. He had a high fever for several days and took some medicine, but it didn't work.
Mom urged dad to go to the hospital for a comprehensive examination. The doctor said to his father, "You have acute thyroiditis and you need to be hospitalized."
Hearing this, Dad was anxious: "No, no, I still have a lot of things to deal with. I have to go to work. Just give me some medicine and take it to work. " Mother quickly advised: "health is the capital of the revolution, or listen to the doctor and have a good treatment."
At the insistence of my mother and doctor, my father had to leave his job and live in the hospital. Grandma was as anxious as a cat on hot bricks when she heard that her father was in hospital. She kept nagging: "He just wouldn't listen when he was told to pay attention. Something happened this time. "
Grandma has been saying this in her mouth, but she has been thinking about her father. She calls her father every day and asks him, "Do you want to cook some noodles today? Do you want to eat some salty porridge? " When she gets a positive answer, she always rushes to the supermarket to buy some fresh meat and vegetables, and then rushes home to cook delicious meals for her mother to take away. During Dad's hospitalization, relatives and friends came to visit him. Some brought nutrition, some fruit, some hot noodles and some warm greetings.
With everyone's care and help, under the treatment of doctors, my father's condition was quickly effectively controlled and he was finally discharged after half a month. The whole family breathed a sigh of relief, and grandma's hanging heart was finally relieved.
Through this incident, I also understand that both work and study should learn to combine work and rest and relax moderately.