It is often said that father is the ladder of heaven, and father is the cow pulling the cart; It is also said that the father is the spiritual pillar of the family and the safe haven of the whole family. In my opinion, my father is a cold man. No matter how well I did, his answer was only silence.
I remember that time, I lived in my grandmother's house. It suddenly occurred to me that I had left my exercise book at home, which was badly needed at that time, but my home is two kilometers away from my grandmother's, so it is impossible to walk. Now I have to ask my father to drive me. But before I could speak, my father pulled me into the car and threw me a sentence: "Your mother told me, let's go." I just came to my senses and the car has already started.
Looking at my calm father sitting in the car seat, I can't help asking myself: "What kind of person is my father?" I'm always elusive. "All right, get off." At this moment, my father suddenly said a word. I glanced blankly out of the window. "No ... Dad, I'm not home yet ..." "I just came out for a walk and put you down. It is because of your carelessness that you left your book at home. It is natural that you should pay for it. No one will work hard for you. " Father doesn't care at all. My heart trembled. I didn't expect my father to refuse to take some time out of such a leisurely rest time to send me home to get my books! Glancing at my father, his eyes reflected an undeniable force, and I quickly got off the bus.
The car passed me. On the empty road, several cars passed by frequently, and I was completely thrown into another space. Suddenly, it began to rain. I trotted across the road and let the rain wet the back of my hand …
Seeing that I was about to get home, I said to myself in a rage, "I can go back without a car!" " "I brought the book back, and it rained endlessly. I didn't have an umbrella, so the rain covered me. I was about to find a place to rest when a familiar blue umbrella suddenly appeared in front of me and I suddenly turned around. It was my father! There is still a car parked behind me. It turns out that my father has been "following" me since I closed the door. Walking is just an excuse for love.
The car lights lit up the ground and my father's eyes. I clearly saw the tears in my father's eyes, full of love and care. At that moment, I suddenly realized that this is my father, and this is his love for me, but it is different from my mother's love. Tears rolled down my cheeks involuntarily, blending with the rain. I don't know if my father saw it-I'm afraid he'll laugh at me for being worthless; But I hope he can see and know that I know his love.
Chapter 2 of My Father My father has a shaved head, a high nose, a pointed mouth, and a medium build. He looks like a battle-hardened general with heavy responsibilities.
Dad is a man with a wide range of hobbies. He likes sports very much, whether playing football or table tennis is first-class. He also likes to collect ancient copper coins and foreign paper money or coins.
He is a typical table tennis fan. He wants to read all about table tennis, whether in newspapers or on TV, and he will never get tired of watching it. So now he knows everything. I tried several moves with him at home, and he beat me three times and twice. He spiked, killed, chopped and sometimes hit a beautiful whirlwind ball. I'm not kidding, just watching. One day, he didn't come home from work. I went to see him. I guess as I expected, he is in the gym. He really plays table tennis in the stadium. I saw his figure from a distance. He threw his coat aside, his skirt pulled high and his hair was dripping with sweat. He is playing table tennis with a big brother! Winning, his hand stretched out a "V"; When he failed, he gritted his teeth. It took a long time to see me. He asked me to stand next to him. Who knows that this station stood for a long time, and it was not until the sunset that I reluctantly left. No, the Olympic Games have started this year. He also cares about many Olympic programs like the contestants.
Dad is also an excellent repairman. Everything at home is broken, and he repairs it again and again. Sometimes, even the repairman can't do anything about household appliances. Dad looked at the instructions and observed its internal structure. He took it apart in the east and put it in a suit. It didn't take long for the household appliances to be safe and sound, and the neighbors looked for him if they broke something. Well, one day, while he was still taking a nap, he heard the car outside making a wrong sound. He immediately looked at the window and found that it was really his neighbor who was worried about the car! Dad hurried downstairs with pliers, tweezers and other important tools. When the neighbors saw him, they immediately laughed and called him "Ding Ding" and "Zhi Ya Zhi". Dad started to work. He repaired a part in a short time, took out a hammer and knocked it skillfully a few times, then fell down. When something was broken, he pulled it out with a nail puller and replaced it with a new one. He climbed into the car to see the fuel tank and opened the back cover to see the safety. Although his hands were dirty, like a coal puller, he still smiled happily because he did another good thing.
This is my father, a loving and helpful father. How can I not love him?
My father was like a lamp when I was growing up. When darkness comes, when I am helpless, when I fail, he always gives me warm light.
My father is a busy man. In order to support the family and make my mother and I live a better life, he works tirelessly every day, because in his eyes, we are all his hopes and warm harbors.
What impressed me most about my father was his wrinkled face and calloused hands.
When I was a child, I didn't understand why other people's fathers looked young, while mine looked old. I didn't know until I grew up, which made me very tired. So now whenever I recall my complaints and incomprehension about my father when I was a child, my heart is sour. Somehow I thought of it.
Pick up the photo with my father and recall everything when I was a child. Tears flowed out involuntarily.
"Dad, why don't you pick me up? Look, all the other children have left. It's annoying to keep me waiting for such a long time. " I asked my father rudely. "I'm sorry, son, dad came late, because just now ..." Father stopped his bike to explain. "Shit, I don't want you to answer in the future." Before I could finish what my father said, I interrupted him with tears in my eyes. My father looked at me and took back his explanation just now. He just crouched down slowly and said to me, "son, dad won't be late next time." After that, he put me on the bike with his calloused hands and pushed the bike for a long time. ...
This is a scene when I was in kindergarten. Every time I think of this scene, I want to cry, because I feel that I owe my father too much.
I still remember when I was in the second grade of primary school, my father was busy picking me up as soon as he got off work, so he didn't come to change his work clothes. When my classmates and I lined up to walk out of the school gate, they all shouted at me: "Look at your father, his clothes are really dirty, hahaha …" I was so angry that I cried. I ran to my father, who took my hand and frowned and said, "Son, let's go home." After that, my father changed his work clothes to pick me up. Every time I recall this incident, I feel that my father is so considerate to me, and his love even exceeds that of my mother.
Now, although I have grown up, my father's care for me has not diminished, and his eyes are still shining with kindness. I understand that's because I am his all hope and he is my all strength.
On the road of my growth, my father's love has given me countless help and many selfless dedication. My gratitude for my father's love can't be described in a word, a word or even an article.
If I were a boat, my father's love would be a deep ocean. If I were a clear spring, my father's love would be that clear spring. ...
There is a kind of love in the fourth chapter of My Father. As children, we often ignore its existence, but it never leaves. This kind of love is called fatherly love. Everyone knows that father loves mountains. This love is a lifelong unrequited love, and this man is also worth loving for a lifetime. Father, what a sacred word!
Father is a thick book, just like my father-Li Chunlin. Like water, he is more imposing when encountering obstacles, and he is a stronger person when encountering setbacks. My dear father is very strict with me. He taught me the truth of being a man, and asked me to be a good boy with moral, intellectual, physical, social, aesthetic and five educations. He has been busy for us all day, and his weather-beaten face has been run over by years of hard struggle and is full of wrinkles.
When I was a child, because my family was poor, every time I went to school to pay tuition, my parents kept a close eye on it, but they didn't stop our studies because they agreed with the slogan "No matter how hard it is". So he brought up our brother and sister through hardships, and also trained us into pillars of the country, asking us to go to the best school and live in the best environment, while himself ...
When I do something wrong, I have a stern look at me until I know my mistake; When I failed in the exam, the warmest hand touched my head and said kindly, "It doesn't matter, the so-called' failure is the mother of success', and a failure doesn't mean forever." When you did well in the exam, you said to me, "This exam has become a thing of the past, which can be said to be history. You can't be proud. You must work hard for the next test paper! " This mysterious figure is my father. In fact, I understand my father's waste of breath, because I also know the truth that "modesty makes people progress and pride makes people lag behind". I will always remember my father's good words. The so-called "victory is not arrogant, defeat is not with grace", so I will not be ashamed to ask questions, and often learn from others with an open mind. My father gave me self-confidence and self-motivation ... In my father's view, we will succeed.
My father asked me to learn all kinds of new things and participate in all kinds of activities ... all of which reflected his selfless love for me! He let me understand the truth of "no pains, no gains", let me understand the meaning of "no pains, no gains", and let me understand the meaning of "Jianfeng Bao comes from tempering, and plum blossoms are bitter and cold".
Dear father, you conquered me with your own labor, touched me with your own smile and inspired me with your greatest love. I love you-kind father.
My father is a person who scares me and likes me.
Once I accidentally finished my homework because I was in a hurry to watch TV. After dinner, dad began to check his homework. Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, he then check up. After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "Why do you always make mistakes?" How many times have I told you not to be careless, not to be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he gave me a hard press on the head. I stole a look at him, only to see my father's two big eyes stare into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand up, just like a big tiger, which is terrible!
Dad is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I think my father is too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be fierce at will, and the other is to be reasonable. I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "eyeing", "flying into a rage", "flying into a rage" and "flying into a rage" ... My father couldn't help laughing.
Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going. Once, when my father was happy, I said to him, "It's really unlucky to be a child. Can't be mean to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once." I think it's time for revenge. I first pressed my dad's head, then pinched his neck, and finally gave him a hard blow on the ass. I didn't think it was enough, so I jumped on him and messed up his hair, and then I said to him, "You are unkempt this time." At this time, dad is like a big sheep. No matter how much I toss him, he won't get angry.
Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father let my face relax, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, it's really like Donald Duck!" " "When I was in a hurry, I choked my dad's mouth, and my dad kept his mouth shut. As soon as I saw no, I grabbed it under his arm. Dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said, "You are like Donald Duck. You are a fierce Donald Duck. "
Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend. I am both afraid of him and like him.
My father is a thick book. I admired my father when I was a child, but I didn't understand the meaning. As time goes by and something happens. I gradually got to know my father. Like water, he is more imposing when encountering obstacles, and he is a stronger person when encountering setbacks. When I was a child, because my family only depended on agriculture for a living, except my father who could make furniture, all my family depended on agriculture. Plus, the younger brother and sister went to school again, and the family was embarrassed. Every time I go to school to pay tuition, my parents frown tightly, but they don't stop our studies because we are poor. This may be the slogan "No matter how bitter you are, you can't be poor, and you can't be poor."
I remember when I was in the fourth grade of primary school, school was about to start, and my father stayed at home to farm because of unemployment. But it happened that God made my family poor again. At this time, my father settled down, threw away cigarette butts and decided to sell his beloved tools for our school. Since that incident, I have come to know my father. The poor can get by in those years when they are not sick. If you are ill, anyone can imagine what it will mean. In the second day of junior high school, my mother unfortunately got hyperthyroidism and her health became worse and worse. But because there is no money at home, three meals are not enough, and it is not enough to see a doctor. I have to believe what those witches call magic pills. Three months passed day by day, and my mother was all skin and bones when she was seen. A breeze can blow my dear mother.
My father was impatient when he saw it. This is an urgent matter. My father is determined to take my mother everywhere for medical treatment. After trekking in Qian Shan, I finally found a doctor who could save my mother. The doctor said that if you slow down, your wife might be hopeless. Because my mother is seriously ill, according to the doctor's calculation, it takes more than 10 thousand to cure her illness. Oh, my God let my father go there and find so much money at once! This number is astronomical to us. Fortunately, Chi-jen has his own wealth. His father borrowed 65,438 yuan from 200 yuan in the east and 65,438 yuan from the west, and finally raised the cost of medicine. Mother's illness is getting better every day. But how can astronomical figures be clear? Seeing this, my sister said to my father, "I don't want to study. I want to go out to work and pay my debts." Father roared: "it's no use, you won't study for such a trivial matter!" As long as I am not dead, I will always pay it off. " Looking at my father, who is nearly half a century old, I was so sad that I cried.
Many things happen. Two years later, my father became the director of a factory. Through his father's efforts, he finally paid off his debts. Father, you are really, really great. Being your son is my only pride!
It may be a coincidence that my father came back on Father's Day, and I finally got a chance to see him carefully. Over the years, my father has been running around, always leaving early and returning late, and I have never had a chance to see him.
On this day, I made a special trip to meet my father at the station, feeling excited and anxious. I saw the car coming slowly and stopped. One by one, I got off the bus and finally met my long-awaited father. Due to the suffering of years, stripes appeared on my father's face unconsciously. I looked at my father's hand and it became as rough as bark. If it weren't for the smell on my father, I'm afraid I would hardly recognize him.
My family lives on the top floor, and I am out of breath every time I go upstairs. I still vaguely remember that when I was only 7 years old, I was still very headstrong. Once I went upstairs, I had to ask my father to carry me upstairs, but my father could do nothing. I have to do what I want. On my father's back, I always have an invisible sense of security. I saw him walk as fast as flying, and unconsciously climbed six floors. The breath is still peaceful and I can't breathe. I really admire my father. Now that I am 16 years old, I really want my father to carry me back and watch him climb the stairs step by step. I wonder if my father has become calm and not as light and flexible as before. Maybe maybe the burden on my father's shoulders is getting heavier and heavier. Seeing this, I don't expect my father to carry me behind my back. I just hope to keep going. I believe he can!
When I got home, my mother had already cooked the food, but I saw my father holding a cup to pour the wine that had been brewed for many years, sipping it silently, wondering what was going on? Father's words have also become much less, and he hasn't said a word all day.
In the evening, I go to bed to meditate. Maybe my father doesn't know that today is Father's Day. Somehow, I really want to say Happy Father's Day to my father, but it's hard to grind my teeth. This taste is really uncomfortable. Thinking about it, I heard someone talking. I don't know when the light in my parents' room is on, because I can't hear anything with the door closed. I fell asleep with guilt.
The next day, I was awakened by my father's rough hands. I saw my father touching my face, seeing that I woke up, my mouth turned slightly upward and said to me: Listen to my mother and study hard. Maybe father is leaving. A door opens and a door closes. Father is really gone. I can't do this anymore. I pulled out of bed and ran to the window without shoes. Seeing my father coming out of the stairs, I shouted: Dad, I wish you a happy holiday yesterday! I love you! My eyes may be in the sand, and tears can't help falling. I wonder if my father heard me? He left silently without turning his head.
My father is a great and powerful synonym. Every father is the pillar of the family. My father is no exception. It's not easy to come and go in the rain every day.
My father is an ordinary cadre, earning a meager salary for a month to support his family. My father is honest, kind, generous and compassionate. Whenever he sees an unfortunate person, he always feels sorry.
My father is kind. Whenever I make a mistake, my father always tells me earnestly: people are not afraid of making mistakes, but they are afraid of changing. He said he would forgive me as long as I didn't make the same mistake again. My father often teaches me the truth of being a man and tells me the truth, goodness, beauty, falsehood and ugliness in the world.
My father is very strict. Whenever I do my homework or read a book, my father will come up to me and say, "Write well and read well. I won't or write it wrong, I don't want to eat today! " "There is something dignified and frightening in the tone. Therefore, I do my homework very carefully, afraid of being criticized by my strict father.
My father is very humorous. Once, we were discussing whether bamboo shoots were delicious or not. Hearing this, my father jokingly said, "Spring bamboo shoots? That's what pandas eat. How can they give it to others? " Say that finish, then burst out laughing. I listened to it and laughed with it. To this day, I still find this sentence very funny.
My father is also a man of culture. Whenever I show my father a written article, he will revise my article after reading it. After revision, my article is much better than before! Father will sing a few poems from time to time. He said: this is the feeling of the soul and the feeling of the world.
My father is kind. One winter, it was snowing heavily. A beggar knocked at my door. My father opened the door and saw a beggar. The beggar seems to be unable to stand the cold! After reading it, my father asked my mother to go home and get a steamed bun. Father handed the steamed bread to the beggar, who nodded gratefully. Father often gives beggars one yuan or five yuan. He said: beggars are poor. We should give them some charity.
My father loves me very much. I often make small demands on my father. My father always tries his best to satisfy me. He buys me whatever I want. He is always afraid of any harm to me, and often tells me not to trust anyone easily, so as not to be cheated and hurt myself.
In my eyes, my father is fickle, sometimes kind, sometimes severe, sometimes humorous and sometimes kind. Father is the warm wind of spring, blowing away the flowers in my heart; Father is a clear spring in midsummer, always moistening my heart; Father is a huge fruit in late autumn, and sweet juice pours into my heart; Father is the warm sun in the cold winter, which illuminates my ignorant heart.
In my mind, my father is not a famous person, but he is the greatest person in my heart. I am willing to be your daughter all my life. I love my father.
People often say that my father loves me like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not as strict as a mountain, but sometimes it is as gentle as water.
Every winter with cold wind and heavy snow, I can't help thinking that my father would always pick me up from school when I was a child, especially in winter.
On the way to school, the cold wind roared through the cotton-padded clothes, and the snow fell on my face and hands, without the wonderful meaning of coolness, freezing every nerve of mine.
Dad gave me a look and said nothing, but walked in front of me step by step, silently shielding me from the cold wind and snowflakes flying all over the sky. A warm current spread all over my body and thawed my cold nerves.
Although my father is thin, he is like a tall giant in a snowstorm, which makes me feel particularly practical and satisfied ... When I go home, my father and I always smile.
Now that I'm grown up, I rarely hide behind my father in winter, but sometimes I beg my father to stand in front of me and give me shelter from the wind and rain. This feeling is really beautiful. ...
This mid-term exam was really bad, and the math paper 120, but I only got 87, which is not true! I hope it's not true, but it is. After the curly hair of mathematics came down, my heart was extremely sad, but I didn't cry, but my eyes were quietly moist.
I walked home in frustration until I got home without looking up. I am willing to tell my father everything about my study, because my father understands me better than my mother in my study and the education method is more suitable, so this time I will explain the exam to my father as always.
I stood in front of my father like a log and mumbled, "Dad ... this exam ..." I choked, not knowing what to say. Dad said to me with kind eyes, "My grades are not good ..." I really couldn't help crying. ...
"It's okay. You can do well in the exam next time as long as you work hard. I believe my daughter can do it. " Although my father's words were brief, they lightened the burden in my heart a lot. I should deeply reflect on myself. I put away my tears and smiled at my father. When I sleep at night, my father's words linger in my mind and accompany me to sleep. ...
My father's tangible and intangible love is deeply imprinted in my heart. My parents gave me everything, and we can't thank them in words. You can only prove it with actions and express it with your heart.
Dad's love is not the cowardly love of grandma, nor the sweet nagging of mom. His love is unknown, as intangible as air, but indispensable.
My father is plain, with a pair of very gentle intellectual glasses on his big nose and a pair of small and intense eyes under his heavy eyebrows. Dad is not tall, but he has a big belly. He often laughs at himself: "A big belly can accommodate all the difficulties in the world. What's wrong with the big belly! "
Dad is our clown and joke. I really don't understand where he got so many humorous cells. I remember once eating, my mother joked, "Dad worked hard and won a metapenaeus ensis." As he spoke, he gave his father a small shrimp skin, only to see his father solemnly give his mother a small shrimp skin, saying, "Don't eat without a shell, or eat without a shell!" " My mother and I both laughed. Do you think, a small shrimp skin can be shelled? Another time, it was even funnier. My father gave me and my mother a bodybuilding performance, saying it was for us only. I saw him shaking his fat and imitating the movements of bodybuilders. He laughed at me and my mother until my stomach ached! If you want to talk about dad's happiness, you can also talk about a few big baskets.
Dad has a humorous side, and of course he will be angry. There was a mid-term exam, because I was too careless, I made many simple mistakes and didn't do well in the exam. When my father knew this, he immediately raised his knife-shaped eyebrows and stared at me like a cat catching a mouse, which made me jumpy. I thought a storm was coming! I didn't keep thinking about it. My forehead was hit by my father, and my forehead suddenly felt very painful. "What did I tell you at ordinary times? When you do the problem, you must see it clearly and do it carefully, and check it carefully after you finish it. You promised it would be okay. Why did you force it on Laos as soon as the exam came? What do you take my words for? " Dad is training angrily, another finger and his forehead hurts again. "Do you still feel that you did well in the exam last semester, and do you still do well now? Do you know the truth that pride goes before a fall? " Dad is still training. My dad is definitely an angry bull at this time, and I am often yelled at by him.
My father is another man who dares to admit his mistake. Once, the mother of a classmate in our class called my home and told my father that I had beaten his son at school. Dad put the phone down and pointed at me indiscriminately, which was a storm of criticism. I didn't have a chance to explain. I am so wronged that my tears can't be controlled at once. Later, my father called several of my good friends to find out the specific situation. As a result, all my good friends proved that I didn't hit anyone. On the contrary, they are still persuading others not to fight. Later, the classmate's mother called again and said that this matter wronged me and had nothing to do with me. At this time, my father said to me in shame, "Son, my father wronged you, but it was my fault.". My father apologized to you. " A father who dares to admit his mistakes is also a lovely father.
My father is ordinary, but in my eyes, he is great. I love my father deeply, and I want to repay my father with excellent academic performance.