My father's back is excellent 1 In my life, caring may be very common. But there is a person's love, a person's back, always embedded in my little heart, that is-dad's back!
My father has always been a nag in my heart. As soon as I got up, his nagging began all day. He turned his back on me and began to make the bed. He kept saying, "Why did you get up so late? Go and wash! " At the school gate, he kept telling me this and that. Then he hurriedly turned to leave, and his back soon disappeared into the crowd. He came home from school and told me a long speech while cooking. I didn't show weakness either. When he turned his back on me, I made all kinds of faces at him to show my resistance to his nagging. He is lazy, too. Every day when my mother and I are still studying, he has already fallen asleep. Looking at his back lying asleep in bed, I thought to myself: It's too lazy to go to bed so early. In a word, I think he has many bad habits. ...
However, what happened one morning completely changed my view of my father. It was a cold morning and I got up early. It's snowing heavily outside, and I haven't seen my father for a long time. I learned from my mother that my father went out early to buy me breakfast. Hearing this, I didn't say anything, but my heart was particularly uncomfortable. Just as I was stupefied, my father strode in from the door, his face and hands were red with cold. He smiled and said to me, "Come on, son, eat while it's hot. Dad has to shovel snow at work. " Say and a step out of the house. I hurried to the window and saw my father wrapped his coat in his hand and curled up inside. His hat is blown off by the strong wind from time to time, put on and scraped off ... walking in the snow with one foot deep and one foot shallow. I don't know if it's the snow or if my father is really old. I vaguely saw that my father's hair was much whiter. My tears are like broken beads, and my heart is full of mixed feelings. At this moment, I understood his love for me.
In my life, my father is my indispensable friend and spiritual pillar. The harbor of father's love is tender and affectionate, and the breeze of father's love sails. In my heart, my father's back is always the most beautiful gesture.
I am a spoiled girl, my parents love me, my grandparents spoil me, and they try their best to satisfy me as long as I want. If it weren't for my lonely back, maybe I would become rebellious and a parasite attached to society. ...
It was a month before the primary school graduation exam, and my father and I had an argument. I said that I would go to Gaishan Middle School, and my father said that I would study well and let me go to a private school. So is the teacher. I won't, because I was born a girl who loves to play and love freedom. I don't like being confined to private schools, and I don't like too much homework and strict teachers. I stubbornly insist on my own ideas, and my father is at his wit's end, so I can only do so. I didn't notice my father's sad eyes at that time, just happy. ...
I got my wish and went to Gaishanzhong, a school called the worst. Silly, happy in the exam, completely ignoring the evaluation of former classmates. The exam results came out, and I was surprised to enter the key class with the first grade. Later, the teacher's concern for me and the envy of my classmates made me a little carried away, completely forgetting that this school was just built in the mountains and was called the worst school.
Later, I met little z and them. They fight every day, skip classes and don't pay attention to their studies. Gradually, I was influenced by them and my academic performance began to decline. I stopped doing my homework and didn't like studying until-
That afternoon, after school, I went to play with Xiao Z, ignoring that my father was still waiting for me and didn't even bother to make a phone call. I don't think he will go back by himself before that, just make up an excuse. We were crazy outside for hours, and I didn't come home until after eight o'clock. It's still very cold at night in spring, and only a few people are walking in the street. Inadvertently, I glanced at the place where my father usually waited for me and saw a lonely figure there. Yes, it's dad! I was thinking about how to explain it to my father when he suddenly rubbed his hands and walked home slowly. I didn't realize my father was old until he came to the corner. That slightly curved back must be because the burden of the whole family is too heavy, too heavy: the lonely back carries too much sadness and too much helplessness. ...
I don't know when I looked at the sky in the west. I was covered with a thin yellow gauze. The sun covered up its charming smiling face, slowly plunged into the mountains and the sea of clouds, and leaned sideways bit by bit, just like an invisible strong hand, dragging it down hard. "Dad, the sun is back. Let's go home too. " "Very good."
It's getting dark On this short two-kilometer road, people come and go, and there are footsteps of people rushing home after a busy day. Whenever this happens, my father always picks me up, puts me on his shoulder, and then runs forward quickly: "Superman flies."
At that time, in my opinion, every day in kindergarten was the happiest.
Gradually, my father's position was promoted and I ascended the throne of general manager. Gradually, I grew up and grew taller. At this time, I am not much shorter than my father, but I still like being with my father. Sometimes I can see the faint white hair on his head, hidden in black hair, as if growing. I don't understand why my father has white hair. Father casually said, "I am old, and you are so old."
I froze. Is my father really old?
In the fourth and fifth grades, my father and I gradually drifted apart. I always feel that my father knows nothing, doesn't want to talk to him, and has nothing in common with him. The alienation from my father will only increase.
However, in a heavy rain and cold wind, the gap between my father and me disappeared inexplicably. It was stormy that day. There are few people on the street, and no one will go out at this time. But when I was studying, I saw my father running in the rain and bringing me a warm coat and food, and he only wore a thin black coat. This photo blurred my eyes ... when I looked up again, I looked at my father's back. He faced the storm again, and my vision blurred.
The moon gradually disappeared on the horizon and the sun rose to the sky again. I grow up day by day, while my father is getting old. That short two kilometers is my best memory.
My father has a good back. I got a call from my father as soon as he arrived in Beijing. Excited, I immediately took a bus to his guest house-Beijing Agricultural University.
It is not easy for my father to come to Beijing this time, which can be described as breaking through many obstacles. When Henan Agricultural University organized an old cadre to travel to Beijing, he signed up despite the opposition of the whole family. At the time of registration, another kind organizer persuaded: "You have just recovered from old emphysema and have come to Beijing for meetings many times. Don't go on this trip. " With silver hair, my father, who was over eighty years old, ran around the office building twice unconvinced and patted his chest and said, "Look, can I go?" . "Yes, I can go." . This time, my mother and sisters panicked and were busy calling me. You know, I supported my father to come to Beijing. He is eager to see me in Beijing. I have been away from home for almost a year. My dissuasion was so powerless to my father on the other end of the phone that I had to accompany him around Beijing to repay him.
The schedule was tight, and my father went to Badaling, Dingling, Xiangshan, Biyun Temple and Daguan Garden, just like someone 20 years younger than him. The team doctor kept reminding me: "Professor Xiao has a crooked pronunciation at the bottom of his lungs. Don't let his temper dry." I am inseparable. I know that every breath he takes is a challenge to life and an old man's career. What is worthy of pride is that at the Great Wall, he took the lead and boarded the beacon tower at the forefront of the tourist team, which attracted Chinese and foreign tourists to praise him as an "old hero"!
The four-day trip is over. On the day of parting, I was so tired that I really didn't feel comfortable leaving my father. But he smiled brightly, accompanied me out of the hotel and passed by the building, urging me to study medicine and take care of myself.
Tears in my eyes that I can't hold back for a long time make me bow my head and walk slowly, so that I can't turn back. I just feel that my father stayed and came back. I can't turn around and look at him, knowing that he is more sad than me. But I can't help looking at him-my kind father! Tilting slightly, I summoned up the courage to turn around. In the misty eyes, my father's silver hair is flying, and his steps are faltering but so firm. In the twilight, his thin body was slightly rickety, but the clanking bones made me feel the strength of hard work. I ran a few steps to the corner and quietly watched him walk towards the stair-door, until his figure merged into the huge gray building. ...
In my memory, there is such a person who always likes to walk in front of me and let me see his thin back. And I can't keep up with him.
That day, it was the first time to report to Hongsan Middle School. On the day of admission, my father sent me away from school. I asked my father to drive me. My father said, "There must be a lot of cars on the road today, and it will be blocked. How can you be late for the first day of registration? " Let's take a taxi "Sitting on the bus, I keep sneezing, which is normal (because I have allergic rhinitis since I was a child, it is summer, there are too many people on the bus, and it is not normal not to sneeze. Father quickly let me take the medicine and stay in the car. He went downstairs and bought me some spare medicine. I did it. I sat in the last row of the car and watched my father get off the bus. I cried.
I was thirteen years old when I first observed my father carefully. I saw his thin figure, his hands behind his back, his back straight, except for a few white hairs on his head. These white hairs may be to prove that my father is old and that my father cares too much about this family! I really can't bear to look at my father positively. I'm afraid I will cry in front of my father.
When I looked out again, my father came to the bus with medicine in his hand. I quickly wiped the tears from my face, took the medicine from my father and put it in my schoolbag. My father kept telling me what to do and what not to do in the car. In the past, I was impatient, but now I wish my father had been telling me what he told me again and again.
Although he doesn't spend as much time with me as his mother does. However, in my memory, my father spent more time with me than my mother. Although I have nothing in common with my father, we always talk about my study. If you ask me: Who do you love more?
I will not hesitate to say: my father. Although I am only thirteen years old and don't know what love is, I think I love my father more than my mother.
Now thirteen years old, I finally catch up with my father. However, I always want to walk behind my father and look at his back.
Father's Back Excellent Composition 6 Affection is the drizzle that moistens everything and the intoxicating spring breeze; Affection is a heavy reminder and affectionate gaze; Family is a ray of sunshine, which can make the soul feel warm even in cold winter; Affection is a clear spring, even if the emotion is covered with the dust of the years, it is still crystal clear.
The dim street lamp set off my father's rickety back, and I walked behind him. From time to time, I heard my father's slight gasps and looked up at him. I was surprised to find that on a bitter night, sweat was oozing from my forehead, my thick eyebrows were a little gray, my face was brown, my mouth was slightly tilted, and I exhaled a mouthful of white heat from time to time.
Looking at my father's hunched back, I couldn't help shivering, and the past reappeared like smoke:
After doing well in the exam, my father patted me on the shoulder with a smile: "Yes, shine on you is better than Blue, keep working hard."
When writing Chinese calligraphy, my father stood by and watched quietly, giving out a voice of admiration from time to time.
When playing the erhu, my father listened carefully. Even if you don't play very well, don't forget to say "it's really good."
When discussing the topic with my father, my father listened to my point of view like a pupil and stubbornly refuted it again according to his point of view. Many nights passed happily like this.
The cold wind slapped my face and woke me up from my memory. I looked up again and looked at my father's back. My heart is a little sour, and my tears are like broken beads, breaking through the dam and flowing heartily under the cover of night. My father looked at me helplessly when I was sick. At school, he never forgot to tell me: "Be careful on the road and go inside." A warm word has made me tired. At present, I have discovered the greatness of fatherly love for the first time. Every look and every movement embodies the deep love of their father, but they are not as good at expressing it as their mother!
I wiped the tears from the corner of my eyes with my hand, walked quickly forward, took what was in my father's hand, and saw all kinds of expressions on his face in the dim light, but at that moment, there was only one expression on his face-happiness.
Walking beside my father, facing the cold wind, I suddenly realized that my father's happiness is actually very simple. ...