『One』 Father Tells Me Stories Essay 450 Words
My copy father has a square face, small eyes, and his hair stands up one by one, like a hedgehog! Hee hee! Dad heard what I said, will definitely grin and stare and say, "Well ......"
Dad's favorite drink beer, that one mouth oh! When it comes time to eat, two cans of beer "gulp gulp" on the stomach. I can't help but take the chopsticks to the beer, taste what flavor, let dad so like! The first time in the mouth, the bitterness of my teeth grimace!
Dad loves to eat egg noodles, poured with garlic sauce, eat a big mouthful, a bowl of noodles "hulu hulu", a few times to eat all! Reminds me of the "piggy sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob, sob. From then on, everyone called the piggy "Sigh Sigh Sigh". I told my father the story of the little pig, and then said to him, "You also happen to belong to the pig, why don't you just call the big pig 'sobriety holler'!" Mom laughed when she heard it, and Dad blew his beard and eyes out and said, "Well ......"
Dad loves to study, and their unit takes exams every year. He also like an elementary school student, every day with a book to study! When the test is finished announcing the results, he passed, star rating and
『II』 Write old people and children together to tell the story of the composition
My great-grandmother belongs to the Rooster, this year is 90 years old. 1921 she was born in a small town near Ningbo, when she was young, along with the great-grandfather came to Shanghai to make a living. I especially like to play at my great-grandmother's house, because she would tell me many stories about her youth. When they first arrived in Shanghai, the family was very poor and had no extra money to spend on improving their lives; all their income was mainly used to satisfy their hunger. They had three boys and four girls and seven children, so you can imagine how hard it was to feed them. In my grandfather's generation, life began to stabilize, and my grandparents' children started their own families and moved out of the ancestral house to have their own world. At this time, life improved and my grandfather would visit my grandparents every week, which was the happiest time for the old man. When my father was a small child, my grandfather would also bring my father along to visit them and enjoy the family together. Nowadays, this tradition has been inherited and carried forward, although our life has become more affluent, my dad still often takes me to visit my grandma and grandpa. Grandma is still very talkative, and she likes to talk to us about what has happened in the past 90 years. What I feel most is that in the past 90 years, the life of our entire family has improved significantly, from nothing to food and clothing, which is not exactly a microcosm of the great changes that have taken place in our country.
『three』 Father's Day day I told my father a story 400 words essay how to write
Forever "big tree"
Just came to this colorful world saw my closest and dearest people - mom and dad! -I'm not going to be able to do that!
Mom and dad are like a big tree, deep-rooted, and I am in the shade of the tree cool and happy children, in the summer heat, there will be a cool breeze, cold there will be the warmth of the sun, everything is so beautiful.
Until one day, the sky leaked out a long time ago depression can not be sad, the sun sets, the faint sunset is like a bunch of cold light pouring all over every warm corner. The tone of the world is so dark, cold clouds instantly condensed a large swath of a large swath of the sky covered, darker .......
Just at this moment the branches and leaves of the large tree instantly withered, dark yellow leaves in the breath full of tears have been falling, like the withered leaf butterfly there is a trace of reluctance, in the low slow air flow is slow to land. Under the tree, I was incredibly quiet, my eyes released a demented gaze, looking at all this for a long time.
The separation of parents, is the heart of their own incomparable "pain", can not say that they will be in tears all day long, because at that time I was really small, for all of this hazy, just feel those invisible through the heart of their own line, more and more sparse, the feeling is very deep, just like the lack of water fish, struggling to The first thing you need to do is to get your hands on a new one, and you'll be able to do it.
Seeing the parents of children of the same age holding their tender and smooth hands, my tears drop one by one down, tick tock 。。。。。。
The sad scene is not long, my father's hot hand, holding my little hand, a warm current straight to the heart, the big tree in the spring slowly re-rooted and sprouted, their own little heart beating excitedly.
I remember when I was five years old, my father took me to see his long-awaited fountain.
To the crowded square, the joy of the heart like a clear spring. The fountain is colorful, jumping with the rhythm of the music. Like a group of dancers, dancing the most beautiful dance.
I said to my dad, "Dad I want to be like them in the fountain, running over and rushing over!"
I said to my dad, "I want to run through the fountain like them!"
My dad said, "No, I'll catch a cold!"
My little mouth pouted, thinking that my father is always like this, very "petty", play after the taxi home is not on the line, how can it catch a cold! The first thing I want to do is to get the money to pay for it.
My bare feet, running to the spring, really fun, round water splash to their bodies, I laughed happily, looking at the highest spray fountain really hope that they can sit up, so that after finding the brightest stars in the starry night sky the most shining stars, pick to send to Dad! A gust of cool wind blew, my little teeth can not help but chatter, faster and faster, I trembled and ran to the front of Dad, said: "I'm cold."
As soon as Dad picked me up, he turned and ran, I leaned tightly against Dad's chest, listening to the rapid heartbeat, Dad ran while taking off his pants and clothes to cover me.
The people around us all cast a strange look, see the face of this confused, hanging only a pair of pants on the man also holding a little girl, are talking, pointing.
I don't know how long it took to get home, the father's head is full of water drops, I don't know if it's spring water drops or what.
My father gasped for air and said to me, "Dad now has no extra money, I have to pay your tuition and insurance, there is no money, I'm sorry that Dad can not fight home, still cold?"
I forgot what I said afterward, and now that I think about it, my heart is full of complex emotions, very torn, and saying thank you to dad feels so fake.
The tree's contribution to their own, is countless, countless invisible line every moment is crossing their hearts, incomparable warmth, the tree is more and more rich and angry, their own more and more happy, are derived from the father's love of watering!
『肆』 关于讲故事的作文 关于教育
I am a girl who loves to listen to stories, mom, dad, grandparents and my classmates have told me a lot of stories. In my memory, my mom once told me a story that I still can't forget.
Mom told me this is a true story, the story is about a poor boy in order to save tuition to sell goods. He had a hard time selling, and finally, desperate, he knocked on a door and hoped the owner would give him a glass of water. The young hostess smiled and handed him a cup of thick, hot milk. The boy drank it with tears in his eyes, and from that moment on, he regained his courage in life. Years later, he became a famous surgeon. One day, the famous surgeon operated on a very sick woman and saved her life, but the woman couldn't afford to pay for the expensive operation. At that moment, the doctor realized that the woman was the same one who had given him the glass of hot milk years before! He decided to quietly pay for her surgery. So when she was discharged from the hospital, she saw these words on the bill: surgery: a glass of milk.
After telling the story, my mom smiled and asked me: "Is it good? What do you understand?" I pondered for a moment and said: "Gratitude!" I understand why mom told me this story. She wanted me to have a grateful heart like the doctor. I also realized from this story that gratitude is the best sentiment in the world. Nowadays, we're all only children, pampered and spoiled, and we're always fed and clothed. What our parents, elders and teachers have done for us has been taken for granted in some people's eyes. So how to have a "thankful" heart It is well known that a father's love and a mother's love is the most ordinary, but also the greatest love. Who will ask us for warmth, who will prepare a big meal to welcome our children home, and who will cheer us up when we are in trouble, I think it's impossible for us as children not to feel it, so let's start with the most basic things. Let's start with the basic gratitude to our parents, cook a meal for mom, give dad a back rub, write a thank you note to our parents. More importantly, now study hard, do not give parents trouble; the future to do a useful person in society, is the best return to parents.
Mom told this story although it has been a long time, but the doctor's figure often in my mind. Let us all have a grateful heart like that doctor, then we will be full of love between people; with love, then our life will be more harmonious and beautiful
『Wu』composition Tell your parents a story
Dear mom and dad:
Please forgive me for telling you my mental words in this way.
I grew up as a playful child, and a tomboy, following the boys together to climb trees, catching shrimp ...... you have not stopped me, gave me other children can not reach the love, I am very grateful to you!
Since I went to school, you for my academic performance also took a lot of effort, which I have seen in the eyes. I'm not a child who works hard, and I recognize that I've always relied on my own little smarts to learn, so my academic performance has been less than ideal. Now that I'm in my third year of junior high school, I've been doing more and more homework, and you've tried a lot of things to get me into a major high school, hiring tutors, buying tons of tutorials, and asking my teachers about me every week, but have you ever thought about how I feel? I was like a bird in a cage, living under your surveillance every day, my every move was restricted by you. I am really suffering, but I have never voiced my dissatisfaction because you are doing it for my own good, so that I can be successful in the future and live in the envy of others. But I'm really tired, my classmates called to ask me to go out on weekends, and you all put them off, just thinking about that damn math tutor! And there's one more thing I haven't said, last Saturday after I came home from my tutoring class, I saw that my diary had been touched, and a horrible thought appeared in my mind: you guys peeked at my diary! At that time, I was really angry, but I saw my father's hunched figure was busy repairing the bicycle, the car is your wedding dowry, when I was a child, my father often rode it to carry me to the park, it was really the happiest time of my childhood! It has long been to the age of "retirement", but you in order to buy me a few more tutorials Dad has been riding it to work. I turned around and saw my mom sewing school uniforms for me, the dim light so that your eyes in constant tears, while my desk is a high-level eye lamp, mom's temples of white hair pricked me straight to tears. I backed off, I finally held back, I quietly put my diary back in the drawer ......
Mom and Dad, let me tell you a story about it," in Nanjing, an agency working in Mr. Wang recently more and more troublesome, he found that the sophomore daughter and his own more and more distant! The first time I saw this was when I was a student at the University of California at Berkeley. In addition to asking for money when the daughter will take the initiative to find him, in general, the daughter is not and his nagging. Not long ago, his daughter's birthday, Mr. Wang quietly booked a table. Birthday day, his daughter looked extraordinarily happy, he was also much more enthusiastic, invited seven or eight students to participate in the birthday dinner, looking at his daughter's happy look, Mr. Wang secretly happy, this can open the window of the daughter's heart. Who knows the toast only a short time later, the daughter will pick up the wine glass politely said: "Dad, thank you for my preparation today, but I have a small request, can you give us a little space tonight." The daughter's eviction order Mr. Wang cried and laughed, so he had to leave with a hungry stomach and a sense of humor, his heart full of despondency."
My purpose in telling it is to let you understand: don't keep me bolted to your side, and please give me some space of my own, "the sky is high enough for birds to fly, and the sea is wide enough for fish to leap." I'm 16 years old and I know what I should and shouldn't do. I can feel your love for me from every little thing, but please use the right method.
Dad, mom, I really love you, I will try very hard to get my grades up in the future, no longer let you for the study of things for *** heart, that I will also be very heartbroken.
『Lu』Dad told me a story essay 350 words
I love to listen to stories, there are a lot of strange and weird things in the story, those beautiful and magical stories always bring me a lot of good imagination. When I was young, my mom always told me many mythological stories before going to bed, which made me eager for every night. Now I like to listen to idiom stories, which are interesting and philosophical and can make me understand a truth. Especially in the class every day of the wonderful 2 minutes to show themselves, students are telling fables, I listened to it can be fascinated.
I decided to tell my mom and dad a story at home on the weekend, and I was able to tell it to my classmates. On this day, after dinner, I went to my mom and dad and said, "Hey, hey, hey, hey, everyone sit down, I'll tell you a story." Dad didn't believe I could tell a story, "Go go go, hurry up and go study." Mom also said: "Asia, don't play, go do your homework, tell a story when you go to bed." I looked at them with dissatisfaction, "You guys don't respect me at all." Mom saw my anxious and serious look and hurriedly turned off the TV and Dad did side by side on the sofa looking at me in disbelief (地), "I want you guys to give me your opinion on listening, I'm doing a wonderful 2 minutes of preparation." Mom and Dad both nodded their heads and looked at me seriously (地), and began to listen to my story.
I stood in front of the sofa, loud (地)introduction: "今天我讲的故事叫《空中楼阁》，从前有一个地主叫傻财主，他一天...... "Watch the classmates in the podium to tell the story think quite simple, I speak up my own I realized that it is not so. I finally ah ah ah ah (ground) finished speaking "everyone laughs at the silly rich man ...... my story is finished, please mom and dad evaluation."
Mom gave me a 9.9, but Dad gave me a 9.7. "Dad, why is your score low, tell me." Dad said to me, "Think about it, you always look left and right when you tell a story, just don't look at mom and dad, is that telling us a story? It doesn't feel like you're talking to us at all. And storytelling is not memorizing texts, storytelling is to have suspense, you have to create suspense through your own confident expression, into the feelings will be colorful, fascinating, look at you a moment to gasp, a moment to ah ah other people do not have the spirit to listen." Dad said are I just feel the performance of the bad place, I humbly (ground) to accept the father's teachings, let the father gave me an analysis of the key points, and then muttered on the side for a while, well prepared I gave them to speak again, this time the fussy father also gave me a high score of 9.9 points, I'm very happy, I also want to be in a good thinking, and so on, to my classmates to listen to. I also said to my mom, "In the future, you don't just give me a good review, but also give your opinion." Mom smiled and agreed.
I was so happy that I could tell a story in a colorful (绘绘色的) way, and I realized that sometimes criticism makes me feel more valued and happy than praise. I love this wonderful day.
『Seven』 The father who loves to tell stories 400 words essay
The father who loves me
Everyone has someone familiar to them. I certainly do, and he is my dad back to dad.
Dad is in his thirties and his black answer color hair is always well combed. He is tall,
has a few gray hairs and a pair of dark glowing eyes under his light eyebrows.
He did a lot for me, and every day he got up early to take me to school.
One day I realized that he had dark circles under his eyes, and I said to my dad, "Just sleep a little more,
I can go to school by myself." But he said to me, "It's okay, I can still sleep
a little after you go to school. Don't worry about me, as long as you do well on your exams and do well in your studies, I won't be
afraid of any pain or tiredness." Then I went to school, I smiled and said to my father: "In the future, go to bed early at night, you do not
to be too tired." Dad also smiled and said: "I know."
This is my father, a thoughtful, kind person. When I grow up, I will
take good care of my dad. Take care of him like he does me because he's a good role model for me.
My father loves me very much. He takes care of me when I am sick, and he encourages me and helps me when I have difficulties in my studies.
I remember when I was five years old, still in kindergarten. One day at noon I suddenly felt very dizzy, and I could not eat. The teacher realized that I had a fever and called my father. My father was at work, and he was so anxious and worried that he couldn't eat and took time off to pick me up and take me to the doctor. The doctor took my temperature and it was over 40 degrees. My father's tears almost came to his eyes. The doctor gave me medicine and told me to keep an eye on me. When I got home, Dad was always by my side. He read me stories, fed me medicine, took my temperature and put a towel on me. After a few days, I got well, but my father fell ill.
Don't look at my father's life so careful to take care of me, but he is very strict with me in the study!
When I was in the second grade, I was distracted by a math class, and I didn't listen to the teacher's lecture. By the end of the school day, I regretted and was afraid. When I got home, I took out my math book and couldn't understand any of the problems. I sat there for more than an hour thinking about it. My dad asked me what was wrong, and I lowered my head in shame. After a moment's hesitation, I told him everything. I thought Dad would be very angry and might even hit me. But he didn't say anything and just sat down and patiently taught me one problem at a time. It was like a spring of fresh water coming out of my heart. I listened carefully to my dad's explanations and understood everything in no time. Dad patted me on the shoulder, and I understood what he was trying to say.
My father's love is like a mountain and an ocean. I want to love my father as much as he loves me, and take care of him as much as he takes care of me.
『Jiu』 Elementary School Composition Look at the picture and speak at night Dad telling stories
One day we finished dinner, Dad told me about his childhood anecdotes. I thought: "There must be a lot of fun or a lot of funny things in my father's childhood.
Particularly interesting is: in the summer they finished school every day, take off their clothes, bare *** run to the pond to swim, play water war, touch the shrimp to catch fish. They play water war when both hands together to splash water on each other's faces, sometimes someone splashed water on my father's face, my father's eyes a little hard to see, he went backward accidentally tripped over a stone to the water, choking a few mouths of water, like a cannonball fell into the water, there is an interesting thing, is that my father splashed water on a person's face, and then pressed the head of this person in the water, and finally Suddenly let go of this person is like a submarine rocket from the sea all of a sudden rushed up to the clouds.
There is also a fun thing is to touch the shrimp in the pond to catch fish, I heard that my dad there is a master of catching fish, he can catch fish every time. At that time my dad he was very rare to catch a fish at a time. Once my father went to catch fish, the fish did not catch but was a big crab to clip the hand, funny not? You see this touch shrimp catch fish "game" is not fun ah!
My father's childhood anecdotes are not very funny ah!