1. I have a good father
My father was a man of few words. When he and his mother were together, they all heard his mother talking incessantly, and his father just smoked vigorously, and only occasionally answered, and most of the words were just one or two words. Family guests, the father accompanied people to dinner, neither let the wine, nor persuade the meal. Only to eat their own, seem very rude look. The same for us children. He seldom asked us about our studies, he felt that learning was our own business. When he was asked a question, he also said you'd better go and ask the teacher.
Father is a farmer, but in my eyes a lot of places and not like a real farmer. My father finished elementary school and dropped out of junior high school in the second grade due to poverty. Then he and a few companions hid from their grandparents and ran to Baotou, where he went to secondary school for two years. Later, because of the three-year natural disaster in the 1960s, the school was disbanded, and my father returned home to continue his work as a farmer. Father writes a very good brushwork, the village who has a wedding, father always be respected by the people invited to go to be a bookkeeper, note-taking and so on. The Spring Festival is a busy time for my father, when folks send big red paper to my house early to ask my father to write Chinese New Year scrolls. Often the Spring Festival has not yet arrived, my house has long been filled with a festive atmosphere. When I was young, my father let me learn how to write to my uncle in Shandong. My father taught me the format, how to address him, and how to write, all by hand. Although I like his words, but I practiced the words did not grow, until now there is no shape or form. Go home and drink with my father, drink to the happy place, my father always pointed at me and said: "You still Chinese Department, also teacher, writing is not as good as me as a farmer which." I can only smile and nod my head.
Father is a person who loves books. Every time he goes out, he always stuffs a book in his bag. There is really nothing to read, but also to bring a few newspapers. I remember that my father personally bought the book published in 1975, three volumes of the Water Margin, the upper and lower volumes of the story of the Eastern Zhou Dynasty, Liaozhai Zhiyi, and Feng Menglong's "Three Words". In the spare time, when the men of other families played cards or gambled, my father read books on his bed. On rainy and snowy days, he would hold the book and read all day long. In the past two years, my father's eyesight has deteriorated, so he bought himself a pair of glasses, but he still does not forget to read. I sometimes look at the old man, he really looks like a man of letters. This summer vacation home, I pour the bookcase, find a set of Ming Dynasty hold Weng old man's "ancient wonders" to the Qing Dynasty Daoguang years engraved and printed, but unfortunately missing a volume. I told him to give me this book. My father said yes, anyway, my eyesight can not see. My father also often said to me with emotion: "At that time of the Cultural Revolution, when your grandfather was a private school teacher left behind the book let me cook as firewood to burn for fear of getting into trouble. Otherwise, they would have been worth a lot of money by now." So I am also very emotional. The good thing is that our generation will not catch up with the "book burning" era.
Of the three children in my family, my father loved me the most, and he said that I was able to sit still and be at peace. In the winter, I ran around all day on the street, sweating all day, and the cotton pants I wore were soaked with sweat. Wake up in the morning, my father always early to the stove lit, and then my cotton pants with my hands turned over, little by little close to the stove baked, baked while slowly shaking, not long after, I saw the cotton pants on the wisps of hot air. After the baking, my father also used his two pairs of big hands to rub the cotton pants, so that it is soft. When I put them on again, I felt very warm. My father is a man who can't be bothered, he often shines my shoes and cleans them carefully every time. I go to school to ride a bicycle, every day is my father for me to take out, come home at night, every time is also my father for me to store good. It was his job to polish and pump up the bike. In his eyes, I always seemed to be a child. When I went to school, my father wrapped the books himself and wrote my name with a brush. I've been a teacher for so many years now, and the textbooks I had when I was in high school are still intact. Sometimes I read him and said, "This book is useless, you sell it. My father always said, "Let it go, let it go, the book is used when it hates less ah." I went to college in Nanjing for four years, every time my father penned a letter to me, the end of the letter always said, don't worry about money, eat well, pay attention to health. He seldom urged me to study well, but I read my father's letters and naturally knew how to study.
Now, I have been a father for more than ten years. When the child was small, because he was sick and refused to take medication, there was no shortage of violent beatings of the child, older, because he did not like to go to kindergarten and received a lot of beatings from me. Until now, when he is not good at school, when he is not good at exams, I also scold my child either by hitting him or by scolding him. Think of my father to me, and then think of me to the child, really very ashamed ah. My father and I see each other a few times a year, see once, he will be a little bit older. I'm not sure if it's true, but I've been around for forty years, so I'm sure my father is not getting any younger.
In my eyes, my father is a silent man, a man who loves me and loves me, a man who loves to read and write, a man who guides more than he disciplines. In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, must look up to see. I wish my father could live in good health, and I would like to be his child forever.
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People say that "there is only one mother in the world who is good", but when I was a child, I always felt that my mother was not as good as people said.
Whenever I saw other children fall down, their mothers would always eagerly pick up the crying children, cradled in their arms, and caressed them, my heart was always sour. When I fell down, my mom always said firmly: "Get up by yourself". I endure the pain and tears, try to get up, see my mom's expression of relief and satisfaction, I'm even more aggrieved, but can not cry, for fear that my mom laughs at me for not being strong. For this reason, my mom's face is always full of pride and success smile. I always feel that my mother is the world's toughest mother, so that I grew up independent and strong character. Can better adapt to society and life.
When I was in second grade, I once caught a cold, and I thought my mother would be as anxious as other mothers to carry me to the health center when I was sick. But what never occurred to me was that my mom said to me, "Your dad left today, I can't drag myself to work, so go to the health center by yourself, tell the doctor about your condition, and they will help you." I was stunned by these unexpected words, and my mind drifted to other kids who were sick, and they could always have their dads carry them, and their moms coax them, and go to the health center with their front and back. And me? I had to go alone. I had no choice but to go. The uncles and aunts in the health center saw me come alone, so they took extra care of me. They praised me for being bold, brave and self-reliant. I didn't cry when I got the injection, so I won another round of praise from the uncles and aunts, and they also wrote me a letter praising me for my boldness and asked me to hand it in to the school, but I didn't want to do that, and I have treasured the letter until now. Through this time to go to the health center by myself, I feel in a haze that my mother is educating me and exercising me.
When I really understood the true meaning of love, it was in the first semester of the third grade. It was the twelfth day of the twelfth month of the lunar calendar, 2002, and my mother was busy working all day long, and she did not come back until I went to bed at night. When I woke up the next morning, I was surprised to find a stack of books and a few pencils on my bed. Tied up with red ribbon, there was a piece of fuchsia paper with the words "Happy Birthday" written on it. It dawned on me that today was my birthday! I excitedly took the paper and read it, it was a letter from my mom! The content of the letter is still fresh in my mind: "Yanqun, today is your birthday, after today you will be ten years old, already a big kid, you have to be a big kid's standard to ask yourself. You have grown up, mom can not follow you every day, you have to learn to take care of yourself, not only to study well, their own life should also be taken care of, the body should be well adjusted, I've been busy at work recently, I did not give you to prepare any special gifts, send a few books, a few pencils to you, are learning to use things, gifts are light and heavy, mom is hoping that you learn to be successful, learn to be useful. Learning is valuable in persistence, proficiency, hard work. A generation and a generation of competition, competition is cruel, in order to get a foothold in the competition, must work hard. Mom sincerely hope that you are solid and effective learning, honest and open to do, strict requirements for themselves, tolerance of others, all-round development. Mom does not ask you to be the best, only hope that you are the hardest working, as long as you work hard, is the best!" Seeing this, I have blurred with tears, in front of my eyes appeared the scene of my mom dragging her tired body, writing letters for me under the lamp! Those sleepy, tired eyes showed her true love for me. I ran into the kitchen, put my arms around my mom, who was cooking, and said excitedly, "Mom, you are off work so late and still write me a letter." Mom turned around, touched my head and said calmly, "Brush your teeth, wash your face, and get ready to eat, you're going to be late." At this moment, I really understand my mom, who wants to work me into a person who can weather the storm and adapt to the ever-changing environment. Mom is y in love with me, she turned love into action, and constantly give me the strength to give me the courage to face the reality, so that I realize the true meaning of love, experience the true meaning of love.
I really want to shout out, "Mom, you work hard, I love you, mom."
3. Father's eternal love
Students, have you ever thought about father's love? Although the mother's love is great, but think about it, the father's love is not better than the mother's love? The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do that.
The 1989 earthquake in Los Angeles, California, hurt 10,000 people in less than four minutes. After the earthquake, a father settled his wife and immediately rushed to the school where his son was studying. But the school building had collapsed. When he saw this scene, he cried, but he had one thought in his head: my son is waiting for me. He dug for 8 hours; 12 hours; 24 hours; 36 hours, and finally found his son and several other students.
Of these, only one sentence stays with me: no matter what happens, I will always be with you! This quote is so beautiful, this quote is so profound! This sentence gave me a lot of encouragement. At this point, suddenly remembered his father.
My father is a boss, but he did not disregard my studies because of business, every night he tutored me to write homework, memorize English, and do mathematical Olympiad. I remember one time, I got more than 80 points in the exam, and when I came home, I showed the test paper to my dad, and at that time, I was so scared that I was afraid that my dad would hit me. It was, dad frowned and asked me seriously, "Did you answer the paper seriously?" I said in a trembling voice, "I answered it seriously." "Then why did you get 3 defense questions wrong?" "I, I thought that this test of the dialectical questions and simple, so I did not seriously review" "My son still understand it, only every seriously review just, the future exam every place to review to, understand?" At that time, I actually know, dad those words contain my criticism and encouragement. I swore that I would not let my father sad again.
Father's love is an eternal topic; father's love is a poem that has been passed down through the ages; father's love is the most fascinating scenery; father's love is the brewing of a thousand years of fine wine! Father's love is so selfless and great!
My father loves me, and I also y love my father. Father's expectations I also feel! My father created me, I want to say to my father, "You worked hard."