① A 200-word essay on my father

My father is very strict with me, but also very friendly. He always taught me to study hard, but always left me time to watch TV and play.

My father works in a factory. He is very busy at work and travels frequently. But he would take me out to play whenever he had time. My father loves me very much and brings me some gifts every time he goes on a business trip. These gifts include books and clothes that I love

. I love reading books such as "Allusion Stories", "Learning Stories", and "Science Fiction Stories". I also have Yi costumes. When I put them on, my friends said they were very beautiful.

Dad also has many friends. They hang out together for a long time, like a group of big kids.

Dad is such a person. I love him and I am afraid of him. I want to play by myself, but I can't live without him.

He is such a good dad!

② Listen to dad tell stories about the past, 450 words essay

Listen to dad tell stories about the past

Name: Liu Jinhua Mailing address: An, Ju County, Rizhao City, Shandong Province Zhuangzhen Central Primary School No. 2 (2) Postcode: 276532

Telephone: 0633-6871035 E-mail: sunyongtai@126 Tutor: Gao Guilan

Black room, earth platform, courtyard A group of mud children, this is the portrayal of my father’s generation when they were young in school.

I heard from my father that the conditions for going to school were very difficult when I was a child. The classroom was a cowshed for the production team. There are cracks and holes all around, and the wind blowing in in winter is like a knife cutting into the face; it is so hot and uncomfortable in summer that classes have to be suspended when it rains and cloudy days.

It’s different now. Our current school is beautiful. The classrooms are spacious and bright. The park-like campus has rockeries, fountains, small bridges and flowing water... Strolling on the campus paths, you can see the lush sycamore trees. Covering the blue sky, the sunlight passes through the green leaves in strands, and the stars fall on the ground. When the wind blows gently, the stars of the sun jump around on the ground, much like the twinkling stars in the middle of the night. . The sycamore trees whose leaves had been washed by the rain looked more energetic. They all stretched out their slender waists, as if they were vying for me to appreciate their graceful appearance after the rain. Look, there is a drop of rainwater on that broad leaf, spinning back and forth in the endless sea of ??leaves.

Green grass, green trees, red flowers and green leaves, this is my school, a world full of green. We study, live, and spend every day happily in this gorgeous world.

③ Composition of "The Story of My Dad and Me".

In my memory, my father always smiled when I was a child. Even if his mother sometimes quarreled with him, he would always greet her with a smile. One time, my mother was so angry that she turned around to enter the house and was about to close the door. My father pushed the three-year-old me into the middle of the door. I saw my father smiling and didn't understand what he was doing. He stood blankly at the door and looked up at my mother, then looked back at my father. Mom couldn't help laughing either.

At that time, my father was a middle school physics teacher. When I got older, I became curious about school classes. Seeing his father talking loudly on the podium, admiration arose spontaneously, but his father had said not to disturb him in class. I wanted to go in but didn't dare, so I stuck my head in the doorway. My father happened to be writing something on the blackboard without looking at what was going on below. The students became active, and some of them gestured for me to come in.

I took two steps, shrank my feet and looked at my father again. He also wrote that he didn’t see me. I walked in and felt so nervous that I finally squeezed behind the door and hid, not daring to come out. After my father finished writing, he continued the class, but he saw all the students covering their mouths and laughing. Finally, he noticed the movement behind the door. He opened the door and saw me hiding. A gentle smile spread on his face and he reached out to touch my head. .

There was a gap in my memory later on. I don’t know if I was sent home on the spot or if I sat in and waited for my father to finish class.

Being frail and sick as a child also cost my parents a lot of effort. One day, I suddenly had a severe fever in the middle of the night. My mother protected me while my father carried me on his back and hurried to the hospital.

I lay on my father’s warm back, bouncing up and down in step with the rhythm of my father’s footsteps. When I saw the stars in the sky blinking tenderly, I started to have a conversation about the stars with my father.

Even though I was so sick and confused, I still remembered that I wanted the stars in the sky. My father also fooled me by building a very long ladder to reach the stars. Then he made me look at the faint shadow on the bright moon and followed me. He said it was a big tree inside the moon, and there was a fairy. I looked up at the crystal clear moon in the magical night sky, my heart was surrounded by magical warmth, and my body gradually cooled down.

I couldn’t find a doctor when I arrived at the hospital, but my fever went down. Dad carried me back again. Later, I said that if I get sick from now on, all I need to do is take me to look at the stars, and I won’t have to go to a doctor. I was so happy.

When I was a child, I always slept with my sister. At that time, my parents would come to see if our quilt was tucked in at midnight every day. That light yellow flashlight is what I look forward to every dark night. Sometimes time sweeps across my eyes and I wake up. However, it seems that I have always known that I cannot open my eyes to disturb this tender moment, so I just close my eyes and let the flashlight shine in my eyes. It's not like he pretends to be asleep, his eyelids keep twitching, and the more he tries to calm them down, the more they beat.

When I was in my third year of high school, the school teachers began to make up lessons like crazy. My father was already working in the Education Committee, and he disapproved of the teacher's make-up lessons, saying that in fact, the courses could be completed in the classroom. This kind of oppressive education squeezed all the students' spiritual energy. Of course, I cannot say this out loud, but it is of great benefit to me. As soon as the teacher wanted to make up a lesson, I would go home and ask my father to write a note. In the eyes of many people, this may be my father's excessive instigation of me. But no matter what, I am one of the very few people of my age who has no fear of the college entrance examination.

Later, when I went to college, I had much less contact with my family. As long as the monthly food supply was constant, I would often follow my temper and not call home for a long time. The early days after graduation should be a crazy time for every college graduate. At that time, it seems that you always feel so depressed that you want to vent, but you can't. We are not like those crazy boys who smash kettles and throw tapes, but we walk silently on the street with a few friends and think about our thoughts.

The most impressive time was with Ling He Gu. The three of them started crying while walking. No one tried to persuade anyone, and then they each called again. That day, my father was on a business trip in Shenzhen. I called my cell phone and burst into tears as soon as I heard my father’s voice. Dad didn't ask me anything. He just waited for me to calm down and asked me if it was cold and if I had enough clothes on. I cried again, and then said with sobs: Dad, I miss you.

It is quite difficult to find a good job after graduation, and there is no way to find a job with a certificate of outstanding graduates. I have been thinking about whether my dominant personality is active or quiet. If it is quiet, I will go home and spend time with my parents. If it is active, I will go out and wander alone.

In the end, I decided not to go home, not because I saw that I was too active, but because I just wanted to be more open.

In the blink of an eye, I have been working for more than two years, and I have been running around further and further to the south. Two months ago, my father took my mother to visit me. I am very happy that the years have not left a mark on my father’s spirit. There are too many traces on him, and he is as optimistic and cheerful as before. I took them to Shenzhen and Zhuhai, and we talked about everything along the way.

A week later, they were going back, but the night before they left, I didn't want to talk, and I couldn't eat. It seemed that every time I said another word or took a bite, I would reveal the choking in my heart. I was afraid that they would see something, but the smile became more and more forced. Dad noticed it and asked me why I was so happy and chattering on weekdays but didn’t say anything tonight. I didn’t even say no, and then laughed again.

I went back to the dormitory at night, but couldn't sleep. Thinking of the cracks left by time in the corners of my parents' eyes, and thinking of myself floating alone in the distance. How much time is left to repay them? But now, I have nothing but myself. The long sigh in my heart was submerged in that dark night, occasionally torn apart by two pieces of light from unknown sources.

Later one day I called home and my father was not there. My mother said: She stayed up all night before leaving because she was thinking about how little I had eaten. Dad tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, saying that he kept thinking about why I was unhappy that night...

He held the phone and listened quietly to his mother, and tears fell from his eyes.

This morning, as soon as I got online, I went to the paging station and sent a text message to my dad: Good morning, dad, the weather is cold today, I have enough clothes.

Don’t worry about me...

④ Dad’s story composition of 400-500 words

(1)

When it comes to the fun of childhood, Dad gets excited , his eyes widened, and his beaming expression made us excited. He tugged at his fingers and said one by one: "When we were children, we had a lot of fun. It's not like now, when we are all only children. At that time, , all the children in the yard are playing together, such as rolling hoops, playing hide-and-seek, climbing trees... everything. At the end of the day, they are no different from little tabby cats. Their bodies and faces are either mud or water. After returning home, , a scolding is inevitable, but the next day, the same mistake will still be made..." Dad said happily while scratching his head in embarrassment..."

Mom seemed to be inspired by Dad. , also came over and said with a longing look on his face: "That's right, my classmates used to jump rubber bands and play various games together after school..."

I was puzzled: "After school , don’t you do your homework? "

Mom touched my head and said, "Yes, there wasn't much homework at that time, and it could be solved in half an hour." The rest of the time is at your disposal. Weekends are even more relaxing. I made an appointment with some classmates, brought some melon seeds and peanuts, and walked to the park to play while chatting. I was so happy..."

I looked envious: "That's great," I couldn't help but think about it. On my weekends, I either do homework or rush to interest classes. My body is exhausted but helpless. I can only keep spinning and busy. I am the only child at home, and sometimes I really feel a little lonely. I have no choice but to do my homework to fill the hole in my heart. When I really have time, I can only sit in front of the TV and watch boring TV, or play computer games...

In comparison, today's children's childhood is less fun and more troublesome...

Parents' childhood is more fun...

(2)

My dad is like a big storybook. He has endless stories to tell, and every story is very interesting. You will definitely laugh after listening to it. If you don’t believe it, just listen carefully. Listen to it!

My dad has a classic and novel mantra: This is so domineering! That time I went for a walk with my dad and suddenly saw a brown puppy. The dog has a pair of small triangular ears, and its tail is very thick and fluffy. It looks like a little fox. This made my father excited: "This dog looks so domineering!" "So this great famous saying was born! And whenever I see something very special, I often say "It's so domineering".

Don't look at my dad who is about to enter his forties. , but he still has a childlike innocence! That day, my dad bought me a skateboard. I hadn’t tried it yet, but my dad wanted to be the first to jump on it. He moved quickly and staggered on it! For a long time, he felt a little complacent. Just when he was full of arrogance, he suddenly fell off the skateboard. Dad still didn't forget to smooth things over for himself, scratching his head in embarrassment, "Although it didn't end well, But I also invented a new way to play! "I couldn't help but laugh when I saw my dad being so naughty!

Dad is also very good at coaxing people. I remember one time, I fell down while racing with others. Seeing that there was no hope of winning, I sat on the ground. My father couldn't bear to see me crying like this, so he imitated me. When I cried, he cried too, and he cried harder than me. In the end, I cried happily. So far.

By the way, I forgot to tell you that my dad’s cooking skills are pretty good! Although he’s not as good as a chef, I think his cooking skills are excellent. . Because whenever dad comes to the kitchen, my mom and I will feel so full. Don’t laugh, it’s dad’s fault!

Well, my dad is cute! Of course, just go ahead and envy it!

(3)

My father is a very fond of reading, and he loves every book. It's unfounded, let me give you a few examples!

One night, I was fast asleep in my small room, and I wanted to go to the toilet. I quickly got up from the bed and ran to the bathroom. After using the bathroom, I was about to go back to my room to sleep, when I suddenly saw a faint light in the study.

So, I walked gently and slowly to the study, and when I came to the door of the study, I realized that it was my father who was reading attentively in the study with the small lamp on. I walked over quietly and called in a low voice: "Dad." He didn't seem to respond. I thought my dad must be too focused on reading, and I didn't want to disturb him, so I stood behind my dad and talked to him. We read that book together. We read page after page. Finally, when my father put down the book and picked up a teapot to drink tea, I walked up to him and said, "Dad! When will you be ready?" At this time, my father I said in surprise: "Why are you here?" I replied: "I have been here for a long time. Go to bed quickly!" Dad said unhappily, "Go to bed quickly, and I will read a book for a while." So. , I walked to my room and said to my dad: "Come and sleep after reading, oh!" My dad was reading even at 12 o'clock in the evening. He really regarded books as his good friends.

I still remember one time when my father and mother and I went to the supermarket to buy food. As soon as we entered the supermarket, my father walked to the second floor. My mother was buying groceries on the first floor. I followed my father to see what he wanted to do. Finally, my father went to a book corner and read a book. I walked up to him and saw that my father was reading a book called "Fang Yuan Lives Perfectly and Works Perfectly". He was reading quietly while reading the book. I was also reading the book. Wandering around the building. Half an hour later, my mother had finished shopping for groceries, so I came to the book corner again to find my father and asked him to go home. But my father said, "You guys go back first, I have to read for a while!" I heard my father say this. He said that he had to go home first. My mother and I waited at home for another hour. At this time, my father came belatedly. He was holding a bag in his hand. I saw a bag in my father's hand and ran over to see what was in the bag. I asked, "Did you bring me anything?" Dad happily said, "They are all my books." I was really disappointed because Dad didn't bring me anything good, but for Dad, it was already Returned with a full load.

There are gradually more books on Dad’s bookshelf, and now it is completely full. Dad now often takes down some good books from the bookshelf, reads them carefully, and sometimes picks up a pen. Let’s write it down and excerpt the good parts.

Dad is a person who really likes reading, and books have indeed become his good friends.

⑤ Composition of Dad’s Story: 500 words

In my life, my father and I don’t spend much time together, because my father has to work every day and has a lot of social activities, and he doesn’t go home on weekends. He only stays with me occasionally, but none of this can weaken our father-son relationship, because I know that my father loves and cares about me all the time, and I also care about him very much. I remember one winter night when I was in second grade, I fell ill. My father wrapped me in a quilt and took me to the hospital. He saw a doctor for me, bought me medicine, and gave me injections. My father didn’t sleep a wink until the next morning. , I have to go to school to ask for sick leave for me... .

Another time, I lost my math textbook due to my carelessness. I didn’t dare to tell my parents. As a result, my father found out when he checked my homework and criticized me severely. I will be careful and an honest child from now on. He asked his friend to borrow a math textbook for me and came home to make up lessons for me.

⑥ The story in the backpack about my father in high school, an essay of more than 1,000 words

Reminiscing about the backpack in those young days that cannot be recalled, a small backpack that will never be noticed by the world , but it is the whole world of a little girl. ——Inscription: When I was a child, the childlike innocence under the knees of old man Chenghuan was mostly indifferent. The thing that came to my heart at the first moment was actually a small bamboo basket. A basket condensed with simplicity, wedged with perseverance, and filled with responsibility. In this basket, I completed the best education of love in my life. When I was a child, my parents left for a long time, so I spent most of my time at my grandma's house. People in the country have no free time, so my grandparents always go to the fields before dawn and come back under the moonlight after the sun sets. Six or seven-year-old children can't stand loneliness the most, so I whispered that I wanted to follow them. Grandma disagreed and said the mountain road was too far for me to walk. I looked at my grandfather pitifully. He sighed softly, lifted me into his big backpack, carried me steadily, took the sickle, and set foot on the mountain road. I didn't think it was a long way back then, really. I just remember that except for the numbness in my feet, the ride was smooth and without any bumps. And grandpa is a lame.

I had no concept of time at that time. I only remember that when we arrived at the cornfield, the sun was already as big as a disk. Grandpa put me on the field ridge and went to work by himself. Grandpa is very dark and thin, and when he swings the hoe, there are always crystals rolling off his forehead. I suddenly remembered a poem that the teacher taught: It is noon on the day of hoeing, and the sweat is dripping from the soil. Who would have thought that every meal on the plate is hard work? So I said: "Grandpa, you are very simple." Yes, everyone in the village said so. But grandpa laughed and said, "I am stupid. I have been stupid all my life." It turns out that this is called "stupid". So I was happy, "Then I will be as stupid as you!" Later, I learned that simplicity is the noblest "stupid". Grandpa's backpack is the result of this "stupidity" gathered bit by bit. Grandpa said that he could no longer take me to the fields. He would use a basket to carry potatoes. I was frustrated at how boring it must be to be at home alone. Then I came up with an idea and said I could walk by myself, and I could also help carry the potatoes. Grandpa couldn't resist me, so he found a small backpack for me to carry. If I could still happily run and pick wild flowers when I went there, then it was a different scene on the way back. Grandpa only put a dozen potatoes in my basket, and he carried a whole basket full. At first I could bear it, but as I went uphill and downhill, my arms and arms were so sore that they fell apart. I walked and walked, but just didn't cry. I asked my grandpa for help, but he didn't hear anything and walked ahead without looking back. So I cried all the way and chased after him. I was sore and angry, but I made it all the way to the door of my house without stopping. Only then did my grandpa take my hand and squeeze it gently, "We're home, why are you crying?" I also know that perseverance means not stopping even if I cry. Grandpa’s backpack is built into a sturdy backpack. Countryside people love to go to the market. The so-called going to the market is to buy some things for the home. In order not to delay the work in the fields, people always meet to go to the market before the cock crows. Every market day, I would get up early for the first time and take advantage of my grandpa's backpack to squint for a while while I was on the road. There were a lot of people at the market, and my grandpa pulled me through the crowd, going to this stall and then to that stall. Finally, my grandma had her needlework, my cousin's schoolbag, and all the materials for ancestor worship at home were complete. Then I safely shouldered the heavy basket and walked back with my mouth full of ice cream. It was like this every time. He went back and forth by himself without even having a drink of water. When I was young, I asked stupidly: "Grandpa, grandpa, don't you want anything?" Grandpa always smiled and pointed to the backpack behind his back, "Everything I want is here." Many years later , when I saw my grandpa’s backpack again, it was no longer the original one. So it was a pity that the backpack must be so worn out and unusable that my grandpa was willing to throw it away. And what kind of wasted years did it take for the backpack that carried my entire childhood to finally become unaffordable? I know that it is not just the woven bamboo strips that grow old. That little backpack, I hope it was woven with time and can continue all the simplicity, perseverance and responsibility. Let the vicissitudes of the old man walking on the mountain road never grow old like you. This is my luck.

⑦ A 1,500-word high school essay on the growth stories or struggles of mom and dad

The parents of every classmate have had their own unforgettable experiences. They have struggled for us and for us. Fight for tomorrow, fight for victory! ——Inscription

When it comes to the struggle history of my parents, I really don’t know much about it.

When I asked my mother, she said she couldn't tell and asked her father to tell me, but she still said it. Very early on, my father wanted to start a business, but the economy really didn’t support it. Mom and Dad couldn't afford the money, but they didn't despair.

Grandma has a solution: borrow. What if I don’t borrow it? There is no other way. So, grandma borrowed here and there, bought everything, and finally got it all.

The problem comes again. We have enough money, but we need to rent a house. How can we operate without renting a house. So, just look for a house and rent a house. The problem was that my family was poor and they wouldn't give me a loan. I finally found a guarantor and borrowed tens of thousands of dollars from the bank.

The road to entrepreneurial catering was opened up. Things are not as simple as imagined. After my parents saw Oriental Fast Food in Pingdu, they did not just relax. Instead, they saved food and expenses, expanded their business, and their lives became easier. But

However, the good times did not last long. Within a few years, the house expired and they were taken back. So, they rented another place. Although the place and the corner of the city are very good, the business is not prosperous and the crowds are not large.

At this time, mom and dad were not discouraged. Instead, they kept thinking of ways, racking their brains to think of plans, and using attractive activities and plans to let more people know that come and eat, eat Be famous.

At that time, I was in kindergarten in Pingdu. I was very happy at school and the same at home. Because the eyes my parents looked at me were full of love, and their words were extremely gratifying.

Slowly, Dad’s fast food became bigger, so they tried to open a chain in other cities. The hard work paid off, Dad succeeded, he really succeeded, like a dream , and it is very realistic. This is achieved through their continuous struggle and hard work. Later, he opened stores in Laiyang, Changyi, and Weifang. He often went out for training and study, learned from other people's strengths, made up for their shortcomings, and developed his own unique characteristics. Create a brand! After my mother finished speaking, she only said one sentence: "Anyway, it is very difficult, very difficult!" I think the true portrayal of my parents at this time is also the sentence that best sums up their journey. Who can understand the sourness, pain, exhaustion and cruelty of reality hidden behind this sentence? There is a saying that goes well: Dreams are beautiful, but reality is cruel! This is not empty, it is real. Many years later, when parents talk about their experiences, are they very proud?

I think, no, this will only inspire them to continue to fight and fight for their dreams!

When I was a child, in my eyes, my parents were hard-working gardeners who poured sweat on me. Their hard work was just to gain our maturity. As long as we are good, no matter how hard and tired they are, it will all be worth it. Now

In my eyes, my parents are like two guardian angels. They just pay silently and never tell me about their sorrows. Every week, when I come back, my parents are happy. Asking about this and that, how is my food? Dormitory

Is it cold in the dormitory? Are you dressed warmly? Is there any pressure to study? I always answer in a positive direction. Even if I am freezing, I will report to my parents: It’s not cold, there is heating! In fact, my mother has told me many times. She

said that every time when I come back, my father wants to go out with me to play, go to the supermarket and so on, but he is too busy and has no time. . I know that my mother wants me to understand my father. In fact, I have never wanted my father to take the time to play with me and talk. He comes back every night and talks to me. Just one sentence: "My daughter, go to bed quickly, before it's too late!" I'm very satisfied. In my mind, my parents are the best parents in the world, and they understand me. They paid!

They have created a piece of sky in this world, a blue sky of their own. Even if it is an insignificant piece, it is beautiful and clear!

⑧ Dad’s Story Composition

When Dad talks about the fun of childhood, he gets excited, his eyes widen, and his beaming expression makes us excited. He pulls the Pointing his fingers one by one, he said: "When we were children, we played a lot. Unlike now, when we are all only children, at that time, the children in the same yard all played together, such as rolling hoops, catching and hiding, etc. Climbing trees... everything is available. At the end of the day, he plays like a little cat. His body and face are either mud or water. After returning home, he is inevitably scolded, but the next day, he still makes the same mistake... "Dad said happily while scratching his head in embarrassment..."

Mom seemed to be inspired by dad, and came over and said with a longing look on her face: "That's right, my classmates used to do it after school." We often jump rubber bands together and play various games..."

I was puzzled: "Don't you do your homework after school? "

Mom touched my head and said, "Yes, there was not much homework at that time, and it could be solved in half an hour." The rest of the time is at your disposal. Weekends are even more relaxing. I made an appointment with some classmates, brought some melon seeds and peanuts, and walked to the park to play while chatting. I was so happy..."

I looked envious: "That's great," I couldn't help but think about it. On my weekends, I either do homework or rush to interest classes. My body is tired but helpless. I can only keep spinning and busy.

I am the only child at home, and sometimes I really feel a little lonely and helpless, and I can only do my homework to fill the hole in my heart. When I really have time, I can only sit in front of the TV and watch boring TV, or play on the computer or play video games...

In comparison, today's children have less childhood. It’s more fun and a little more troublesome...

Parents’ childhood is more fun...

⑨ Dad’s Educational Story Composition

Once my dad and I met again Crossing the road, as soon as I saw that the car was far away from us, I was ready to run to the opposite side. My father suddenly took my hand and walked calmly to the opposite side. After I got home, my father said to me in a serious voice: "Son, don't run when you cross the road. The driver who increases the accelerator doesn't know if you can pass, so the front of the car swings around and it's easy to hit you." After listening to what my father said, I I'm sorry, yes, there are more cars now, but the quality of drivers has not improved and they don't pay attention to avoid pedestrians. If I were really hit, the consequences would be terrible! Since then, I haven't had this problem again. Another time when my parents went out to do errands, my father specially told me: "Don't play with the computer all the time! It's best not to play! Study hard. Study!" After my parents left, I read for a while and found it boring, so I thought I played on the computer for a while, but then I remembered my father’s advice. Now I find that there are two people arguing in my heart. One of them said, let’s go, don’t you like to play the most? Let’s drive! Another one said to listen to your parents! Don’t drive! But I like playing games, so I finally turned on the computer and started playing. I played 4399 Happy Farm, and I was immediately promoted to a level as required. I played and played happily. My parents came back, and I turned pale with fright. I thought: I am going to be scolded again! Dad looked at me, smiled and said: "You can play, but playing is not the purpose, it should be reading. Write and learn knowledge, so that you can become the pillar of the motherland. If you play games all the time, you will be deeply attracted by the game and waste it." If you study, you will delay yourself! So you can play, but you must understand that playing is for relaxation

⑩ A 500-word composition on Dad’s story

Dad! The most important member of the family! One. Dad, a hard-working person. Dad is the father of each of us. Do you want to hear it?

In the third grade! , I am just an ordinary Chinese class representative who can only carry homework, and my academic performance is not very good! I probably scored 89 points in the exam, which is very bad! When I took the test paper for the fifth unit, I looked at it. I got a score of 89! My dad would beat me to death! I was spinning like a hula hoop. When I looked at my deskmate, I was heartbroken! It’s like a big mountain has grown on me, and the pressure is so great!

When I got home, my dad asked me how my grades were. I hesitated and didn’t know how to answer. My dad asked me to speak quickly, and I said slowly: "Tested...tested...8...89! ""What? 89 points? "Dad's head seemed to be on fire and could never be extinguished. "Take it out and have a look! "I took out the test paper and said, "Come on! It needs... to be signed. When my father saw it, he got angry, threw the test paper away, and said, "Have you tried hard?" "I nodded and cried. Dad said again: "Oh! Are you serious? "I shook my head, and my father said, "Okay! Next time, be serious and stop crying. I won't hit you. "I saw his comments and signatures. Every stroke and every painting was very serious. He was setting an example for me. I was deeply moved.

Dad! You are my favorite One of the people, I want to thank you for teaching me so much!

This is the story between me and my dad, I want to cherish the time I have with him, don’t waste it!