Coupled with the ruthless running of the rings of the years, this face was destroyed beyond recognition. Now my father is an old, black, wrinkled and bearded father. As far as I can remember, life at home was poor. After three days of quarreling, it was full of cold after the war, cold stoves in the morning (when my mother was angry, she would go on strike for a day or two), and it was deserted (there was no sound at home). They came to the city alone and were introduced to get married. In order to take care of each other when they grow up, so many children have been born, but the economy is poor and the population is large. (My eldest brother gambles, and my second brother is terminally ill-leukemia), the family can't make ends meet, and the foreign debt has been paid for three or four years, which is the character of parents. Shouting, even breaking cups and lifting tables, are commonplace. Happy holidays to other people's beautiful women. My family is often full of dishes and bowls. I hate this birth environment, but I sympathize with them. After all, they are hardworking and kind. After all, they have suffered a lot for us.
. Father is diligent, and his meager salary can't meet the monthly household needs. Throughout the year, mom and dad carry water and dung, grow vegetables and brooms in some suburban wasteland to make up for their household needs; In the hot summer, the sun is like fire. My father used his mother's homemade wooden popsicle box and thick quilt, rode a 28-style bicycle and shouted "Popsicle, Popsicle" in the streets. The rest can't be sold is our drinks _ _ because in one afternoon, the popsicle almost melted; In autumn, my mother made cakes with flour, plus a big bamboo basket, and sat in the back seat of my father's big bike; The 40-square-meter house allocated by the factory is crowded with such a large family, and there are two big fat pigs in the corridor. Although it stinks, it is also a big income of my family. During the Chinese New Year, kill the fat pig and invite the butcher who killed the pig. There are really many people around who kill pigs! However, I don't think their efforts have brought us anything. Even a cold word or a warm word of "praise" is a kind of sarcasm in my opinion. Because there is always no money at home, we quarrel about money, worry about tuition when we start school, worry about new year's goods during the New Year, and worry about big brother.
The family is restless, noisy and noisy, and is often trapped in a gloomy cloud. Other people's parents are very laid-back, and their families are harmonious. They are more decent, cleaner and richer than us. Seeing other children carrying schoolbags, I want to have one. .. my father is weak. No matter whether he quarrels or others bully us, Carrie's injury when she comes back is another kind of injury: not asking indiscriminately, being scolded and being trained. Father's face is ugly, and his fear, anxiety and uneasiness can be seen. His teaching is, in our family, don't quarrel with others. Can't he hide if he can't afford to quarrel? _ _ So, I think I am lower than others in his cowardly character and handling affairs. I feel inferior in my heart, my ideal morning exercise is crazy or even gloomy, and I want to commit suicide. I don't know why I came into this world. I have stared helplessly at the lush pines and cypresses on the mountain several times, wanting to commit suicide, trying to be a straight pine tree like it, without worries, and there are many things I can't change. When it comes to my father, my mind is dull. I feel more heartache. I have been frugal all my life, but I have been poor and anxious all my life. I want to burn more paper money as a memorial to him. I hope there will be an afterlife, and he will have money in the afterlife. Stop worrying about money. I hope he can be happier and feel the happiness in the world.
About Dad Once, I said to Dad, "Dad, let's play a game. I don't watch TV for an hour, and you don't smoke for a day. "
"Okay" Dad readily agreed. According to the "information" I collected in recent years, my father's guarantee is difficult to realize, so I took a look at the ashtray when I went out. An hour later, I walked into the room and said, "Oh, my God!" " I gave a cry. I thought the ashtray would be too full to hold, but to my surprise, it was empty. I am very happy that my father finally gave up smoking for an hour.
"No, it's impossible, because dad has been smoking for more than 20 years and is a heavy smoker. He doesn't smoke for an hour, and his mouth has no taste. " I thought, so I picked up my father's magnifying glass and started searching like a computer virus.
Finally, God paid off. After half an hour's search, I found two major doubts: first, I found some soot beside the bed; Second, there are a few cigarettes missing from his new cigarette case. So I asked my father sternly, "Did you smoke today?" I asked seriously.
"No." Dad whispered back.
"Really?" "Really." Dad's voice is even smaller.
"Look me in the eye and say it again!" My eyes were wide open at that time. Dad was shocked, so he told me the truth ... I said to my father, "Dad, since you want to quit smoking, you must keep trying, and you can't give up halfway."
Dad nodded and gave me a thumbs-up compliment.
3. My father's composition fragments, all five words, not less than 400 words. My hometown is in the countryside, where my grandma and grandpa live, as well as my sister and brother. I used to beg my parents to take me to my hometown every weekend. At that time, I was still a naive child.
As soon as I get to grandma's door, I will keep shouting to make my uncles and aunts who live there fidget: "Grandpa, grandma, I'm coming!" " "The voice is full of innocence and innocence.
One autumn, as usual, I came to my grandmother's house at the weekend. My mother and I live in the same room. That time, it happened to be August, and it was also the season when osmanthus was in full bloom. I smelled the fragrance of osmanthus, and I was really intoxicated. One afternoon, my brother and sister and I went to enjoy the cool under a osmanthus tree. There, I was a famous active ghost. How can I sit still? So I shook the osmanthus tree with my hand, huh? Is it raining? No, I shook the osmanthus tree, and then I got up. I made the osmanthus trees rustle in the osmanthus forest. At that time, osmanthus trees were like raindrops falling from the sky, but they were more fragrant, colorful and fluttering than raindrops. Some osmanthus trees ran naughtily to the grass, some osmanthus trees fell to the ground quietly, and some osmanthus trees fell on my hair. I don't know. I thought. At that time, our innocence and happiness were unparalleled. I carefully put the laurel petals away one by one.
4. Write a 500-word composition (father) My father, who is not burly, can protect my weak seedlings; He, not gentle, gave me the most intimate care; He, without knowledge, taught me a truth, I am the most human; He is not careful, but he can reveal his love for his children in his brow.
He is just an ordinary man. But for me, it is the most special-dad.
I have little respect for my father since I was a child, and I have always ignored his importance. Perhaps because my father's education is not high, I have never discussed many things with my father, and I have never revealed my feelings to my father.
Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my father. At that time, I always hoped that my father could be on call, whether he was busy at work or not, but he always worked hard. But at that time, I didn't understand the caring look in my father's eyes, just took it for granted.
Now that I'm grown up, I finally know how busy my father is at work, and I won't let him pick me up any more. When I walk in the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioner in my father's car.
I didn't know how happy I was when I was a child, and I knew I couldn't be willful anymore. When I was a child, my father never reached out and picked me up, but stood in the distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand and loudly said to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk in front of my father, you can eat lollipops!" " I don't know whether it is the attraction of lollipops or the expectant eyes in my father's eyes that give me the courage to stand up and give me the motivation to move forward. When I finally came to my father's side, my father hugged me excitedly, and I saw a gratified smile on my father's face.
I finally know that what I want is not a lollipop, but a smile from my father. Whenever my father comes home late from work, in the twilight, I can feel my father stroking my hair and tucking me in.
A warm feeling arises spontaneously. It turns out that my father has been protecting me and my mother.
Dad is a man who sticks to his hobbies and never gives in. He insists on taking a cold bath every day, and he insists on going swimming every day.
No matter how cold the weather is all year round, it always persists and never changes. I have never heard my father shout "pain" or "tired". He always wears this strong face, and he smiles at everything that goes wrong.
He once told me: "People must stick to their ideals, no matter how hard or tired they are." From then on, I was no longer afraid of wind and rain, and I learned to stick to everything.
These days, my father is on a business trip again. In these days, I learned to miss.
I am a girl who loves to laugh. Whenever I laugh, I always laugh. What a hearty laugh, happy smile, inexplicable smile … all follow me closely. I will laugh at all ridiculous things, and this kind of laughter will often drag my classmates into the water, attract teachers' criticism, and then attract everyone to blame me for seducing them.
Once in an English class, the teacher taught two words: bus and must, and then let everyone read them. My deskmate couldn't pronounce correctly, so I couldn't help laughing because my tone was blunt and I heard "Dad is dead" and "Mom is dead".
The whole class also burst into laughter under my "leadership". The teacher repeatedly banned it, but he couldn't control it, so that he couldn't lecture. Finally, the whole class was scolded and punished.
The teacher took special care of me when I entered the office, but I was still immersed in what happened just now, and my thoughts suddenly fell to the ground. The teacher kept saying there, I was still thinking "Mom and Dad are dead". As a result, I snorted and laughed, and the English teacher almost didn't go crazy.
Back in class, everyone came to blame me for this culprit. Naturally, I did my duty and retorted confidently, "I love to laugh, and my mouth is on me. I laugh happily." .
Besides, did I make you laugh? I can't help myself. Why do you blame me? "Under this, the students were speechless, I laughed again, also calculate to celebrate what I just said. Come to think of it carefully, I like to laugh like death for two reasons: one is the inheritance of my parents.
Mom and dad are both people who love to laugh. As long as I can remember, I haven't seen them frown and unhappy. Their faces are always sunny, as if all the good things in the world happened to them, so I was born an authentic descendant. The second is the warmth and harmony of the family.
My parents never quarrel. They care about me. The smiles of three people build a happy and warm home, surrounded by laughter. I have no reason to be unhappy! Wherever I go, laughter follows me. I often don't see anyone. Smell me laugh first. Does everyone like to laugh, too? Then let's laugh until the end, because: smile, ten years old; In a good mood, troubles run.
My teacher is not tall, with a pair of kind eyes on his chubby face, and his short gray hair shows his loyalty. He has a strong right leg, but his left leg is completely cut off from below the knee and supported by a polished round stick.
We don't know when and why this leg was amputated. I only remember one time, when he was talking about the legend that The goddess patching the sky made man, he smiled and said to us, "Nuwa's clay figurine was so tired that he picked up the mud with branches and threw it on the ground, and the mud thrown on the ground became a man.
It's just that some people lost their legs and arms because Nu Wa threw too hard. When she dumped my leg. "
There was a burst of laughter in the classroom, but after laughing, every student felt a sour feeling in his heart, and at the same time he increased his respect for Mr. Liu. He stands for hours every day and gives us lectures, relying only on his strong right leg and a wooden stick.
Speaking of writing on the blackboard, he supported the ground with a wooden stick, left his right leg off the ground, turned his body quickly and turned to the blackboard. After writing thick chalk words, I turned to the podium with crutches as the center.
A teacher who is over half a hundred years old doesn't know how many times he has to jump and spin like this a day. And every time he turned around, it caused the students' excited heartbeat.
His lecture was wonderful. The history of the motherland made him proud.
Speaking of national heroes of past dynasties, we are often excited by his impassioned remarks.
My father is a handsome boy with black hair, thick eyebrows, bright eyes, a beard and a "general's belly", just like a calm general.
Dad is a truck driver. He has been away for a long time. Every time I come back, I bring many good things I like, such as pizza, beef floss and cantaloupe. Every time I go home, my father shouts loudly, "Ningning, my baby daughter, my father has brought you delicious food!" " "Hearing my father's voice, I flew to my father's arms with joy. My father picked me up, turned me around in a big circle and kissed me with his bearded face. His thick beard stuck to my little face, and I felt itchy and sweet. Before that, I was filled with joy. Therefore, I am very much looking forward to my father's coming home.
Dad has a good way of doing everything. Things at home were broken, and he soon repaired them. Once, my toy car stopped running, and I couldn't let it go. I was in tears. Dad said, "Don't cry, it will be all right soon." He went to the toolbox to get tools, tinkled, divided by three times five, and the toy car restarted. I smile through tears. Looking at the sweat on my father's face, I wiped his sweat with a towel, and his father smiled with relief.
Some people say that dad loves me like a mountain. I think my father loves me like water. My father is so kind in my mind. He cares about me very much. I said from the bottom of my heart, "Dad, I love you. When I grow up, I will definitely honor you. "
6. a 600-word composition about my father's "I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you." It's not easy to understand you when you grow up ... time is slow and you won't be old.
I want to exchange your age with me ... Oh, you sing so well. Although I had a quarrel with my father just now, I couldn't help crying when I heard this song.
It's not easy to understand you until you grow up. My father's work is inseparable from computers. When I was a child, I often saw my father sitting next to a notebook after dinner. I asked my mother, "Mom, why should I play less when my father can play computer at will?" Dad is playing computer every night these days! It's not fair! I want to play too! ""Kiki, dad works on the computer, which is like you? Have so much time to play. "
"Hum! I don't believe it! Mom is eccentric! " I cried. Now, five years later, when I think about it, I feel quite ashamed-my father really works on the computer and doesn't finish until ten o'clock every night.
Take insignificant care. When I was nine years old, I didn't know how hard my father worked, so I formed a habit-before, when I was going to sleep, I would say good night to my family who had not slept yet; Later, I changed "good night" to "Don't work too late, I'm going to bed, good night". Father, I wonder if you realize it? I always try my best to give my father the best. I don't know if you remember. I think this kind of thing is very small, but it has happened countless times. You should remember, right? Countless nights, countless dinners, three people at the same table.
Countless times "eat more". You know I like to eat scrambled eggs with tomatoes, fried shrimps with melon, steamed eggs with patties and chopped tofu ... so, as long as you have them, you can put them in my bag immediately and say to me, "Eat more if you like."
I often invite you to dinner, because I have to study and my mother has to do housework, so you have to go alone. However, no matter how late it is, you always come home and bring me something delicious or I haven't eaten, and you never forget it.
"I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you. It's not easy to understand you until you grow up. Every time I leave, I pretend to be very relaxed, smile and say go home, turn around, my eyes are wet.
I want to warm your palm as before. But you were not with me, and you were sent to Ankang by the breeze.
Time is slow, not to let you get old. I want to use my switch to make you stay forever.
Dad, what can I do for you? Little problem, take it.
Thank you for everything, supporting our home with your hands. Always try my best to give me the best.
Am I your pride? Still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up.
7. My father's biography junior high school composition 500 words my father.
Since I was born in this world, I saw my mother for the first time, and then I saw my father, so I kissed my mother naturally. When I was a child, my father seldom took care of me and always worked overtime. I also understand where they get the money if they don't work overtime, but no one like me wants to spend more time with my father, but my father is still too busy to take care of me. Gradually I grew up. In the later days, I learned to live alone and take care of myself. However, the days of meeting my father are getting less and less, and my father and I are getting farther and farther away. I usually only contact by phone. But I still know that my father still loves me. Although he is far away from me, he still cares about me and takes care of me! I stayed at home after the summer vacation. At ten o'clock in the evening, my father's cell phone suddenly rang. My father answered the phone and saw that he was frowning and anxious. I didn't know it was my father's unit that needed maintenance until I asked. So I said, "It's so late, I don't think I should go!" " ""No, this task is very important. I can't do it without going! " Dad said earnestly, I have given up! Don't say dad is really dedicated! Sometimes he is very busy. He gets up at six o'clock in the morning and gets off work at ten o'clock in the evening, without complaint! Recently, he has become more and more busy and his white hair has increased a lot. His health is not as good as before. Page 7 *** 15 Dad! You will always be the tallest in my heart, no matter what you are! You will always be my role model. I remember seeing a doctor when I was a child. The doctor accidentally hurt me. I cried for snacks. At that time, most shops were closed at night, but you bought me snacks everywhere for your own selfish desires. Later, after a lot of hardships, you finally bought snacks and went back to the hospital. You are happy to watch me smile and eat snacks. This is my father, a dedicated and competent father!
8. Father writes 500 words (expression description, language description, action description). My father is a middle-aged man just over 40, of medium build. His first impression is small eyes, but his eyebrows are thick.
At first glance, he is a clever man. My father is versatile and hardworking, and he cares about me very much.
Dad is not only proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, but also likes sports. He plays all kinds of balls very well, and he passed on these talents to me. I remember when I was three years old, my father hired an electronic piano teacher for me. Because of my "clumsiness", the teacher stopped teaching, but my father didn't give up and taught me by hand. He was surprised and embarrassed to say, "I actually reached the level of Level 4."
My father is also very hardworking. Once, my father wanted to open up a vegetable field in the yard, but the neighbors didn't like it. They said nothing could be planted here, but my father didn't give up. He kept watering, weeding, loosening the soil and fertilizing the vegetable fields, and finally it came to fruition. Dad asked me to give the food to my boss and my family. At this time, I respect my father very much.
When I was a child, I was weak and sick, and my father could hardly sleep at night. Especially when I was five years old, my father always stayed with me in the hospital and watched me feel uncomfortable. Father said sadly, "Son, when will you let me worry?" ! When I got home, I couldn't eat here and there, which made my father very anxious. At this time, I found that my father added some silver wires to his temples.
Although my father is a biology teacher, he is also good at physical chemistry. My two brothers often have problems. Although my father's Mandarin is not standard, he speaks English very well. Among the children who studied English with me, the teacher praised my pronunciation as the most standard, which was also attributed to my father.
Of course, people can't be perfect. Father clamored for some of my shortcomings and mistakes. I hope dad can get rid of this problem. I love this versatile and knowledgeable father. Although your "roar" annoys me a little, I still like him because he is the greatest person in my heart.
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.
My father is an educated and noble man. Although he is not as rich as other parents, everything he has done for me is absolutely as good as or even better than other children. Whenever I talk about my father, I can't help crying.
He is usually busy at work, but in any case, he insists on greeting my study and life every day. Whenever I have problems in my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to help me. Since school, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher meeting. He once said, "No matter how busy I am, children will always be my first consideration."
Every weekend, I go to my father's work. Sometimes when I arrive, I can't bear to disturb him when I see him at work. I just looked at my old father, with a little white hair on his temples, and I couldn't help crying.
It pains me to see that body getting thinner every day. I remember how my father got through it.
And my love for my father is more important than my mother's love. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible.
He is a good teacher in my study and a good friend in my life. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to hit me or scold me, but to teach me calmly.
No matter what I do wrong, he will explore the problem from himself and then educate me. He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me.
But I don't hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray. I am proud of my father.
He attaches great importance to the image in life. So his clothes are neat.
He once said: "A person's image represents a person's quality". More than ten years have passed, and my love for my father has deepened.
I also know very well that no one can take his place in my life. Father, don't worry, I won't live up to your expectations.
When I grow up, I still remember the way home clearly.