My father Dad shaved a small flat head, high nose, pointed mouth, medium, holding a general belly, like a long time to kill the field, the shoulders of the heavy responsibility of the general.
Dad is a wide range of hobbies, he is very fond of sports, whether it is playing soccer, or playing table tennis are first-class, he is also very fond of collecting ancient copper coins and foreign banknotes or coins. He is a typical table tennis fan, whether it is in the newspaper or on TV, about table tennis, he has to watch, and is never tired of watching, so he now what will kill the skills, a few times in the house I and he had a few moves, I was defeated by him three times two, he a moment to buckle the ball, a moment to kill the ball, a moment to rub the edge of the ball, and sometimes play a beautiful whirlwind ball, I do not say to play, and even look at it all looked
One day, he didn't come home from work, so I went to look for him, and I guessed that he was in the gym. I saw him from a long way away, he threw his coat to the side and pulled the lapels up high, his hair was covered with beads of sweat, and drop by drop it fell down quickly.
e68a847a6431333335336536 He was playing ping-pong with an older brother! When he won, his hand made a "V"; when he lost, he clenched his teeth. It took a long time to see me.
He told me to stand next to him. He told me to stand next to him for a while, and he stood there for half a day until the sun set.
This is not, this year, the Olympic Games began he also cared about a lot of Olympic programs as if he was a participant. Dad is also an excellent repairman, what is broken at home, he three or two to fix it, sometimes even repairmen are helpless appliances, Dad look at the manual to observe the observation of its internal structure, East demolition, suit suit, not long appliances will be safe and sound, the neighbors have something broken are looking for him.
This is not the case, one day, he was still napping, heard the sound of the car outside the start is not right, they immediately look at the window is really a neighbor in the car trouble! Dad took the vise, tweezers, and other important tools and hurried down. Neighbors saw him, they immediately grinned "ding ding ding ding" "squeak squeak squeak" Dad started, he fixed a part in a moment, a moment to take out the hammer against the excess debris experienced knocked twice, a moment to fall down, something is broken, use the nail driver to pull out the car. The first part of the car is the fuel tank, the second part of the car is the fuel tank.
Although his hands are very dirty, like a coal puller, but he is still happy to smile, because he did a good thing. This is my father, a wide range of hobbies, helpful and good father, how can I not love him? Look forward to adopting.
2. Description of the father's back scene white space and detail depiction of the compositionLooking at my father, he seems to always be so tall; looking at my father, his shoulders seem to always be so safe; looking at my father, his face seems to always be so kind; looking at my father ...... I do not know when, looking up to my father has become my I'm not sure when, looking up to my father has become one of my habits.
Such a prose sentence should not be used in the beginning of the essay on writing affection, you can write directly from the following.
This is the first time I've ever seen a woman in the world who has been in the same position as my father.
At that time, I was particularly active, and could not stay idle for a moment, only to follow my father to play around, and my small hands tightly pulled my father's wide and warm hands, feeling the warmth of my father's hand warmed me up, and did not want to let go. The two round eyes from time to time look at the back of the father.
Although my father is not very straight, even a little short, a little fat, but straight, full of confidence and strength. Looking up at my father's back, I felt a sense of security, and felt that even if the sky fell, my father was able to carry it for me.
The heart of a surge of confidence, even the head is unconsciously raised a little. The first time I saw this, I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling, and I was able to get the ball rolling.
Behind my father, full of confidence, after a few years of madness, I also gradually left the side of my father, made a group of friends belonging to their own, naturally, friends instead of my father, my time is also a little bit of time to spend in the body of the friends, but forget about my father. When I raised my eyes, I found my father.
I learned the appearance of the hour, but suddenly realized that his father is no longer as before, - father old! Father then in the memory of the body is always straight, has long been unable to withstand the burden of life and slightly curved hunchback, always confident back, but by the life of trivial fragments of small things wear away the sharpness, appear slightly hunchback. When he walked past me, it reminded me of the falling leaves in the autumn wind.
When I took my father's hand again, it was the same hand that I was familiar with and that I missed. It was a pair of hands that I was completely unfamiliar with. The hand is shockingly raised veins hit my heart, the thick callus on the palm of the hand trembled my soul.
Yes, I am growing up, my father is getting old. My eyes are moist and my nose is sore.
Father with his love, his health, his everything for me in exchange for today I have everything, but never complain. Adolescence, we have some rebellion, so that the two generations have more generation gap, very little time to talk with him.
But my father worked hard for us in silence, his back is slightly lonely, perhaps he does not expect anything, watching my growth, not good at talking to him comfort, which is his happiest thing. As a daughter, how much have I done for my father? Even if it is to accompany him to talk, but always say there is no time.
Once again, I look up to my father, I know, my father's dedication to me, my love, worth a lifetime to look up to, to return, in my heart, my father's figure has made anyone can not exceed the height. The father, the height of my heart forever.
3. Through some scenes to describe the qualities of the father's compositionMy father
Dad shaved a small flat head, high nose, pointed mouth, medium, holding a general belly, like a long time to kill, shoulder heavy responsibility of the general.
Dad is a wide range of hobbies, he is very fond of sports, whether it is playing soccer, or playing table tennis are first-class, he also likes to collect the old copper coins and foreign banknotes or coins.
He is a typical table tennis fan, whether it is in the newspaper or on TV, about table tennis, he has to watch, and is never tired of watching, so he is now what must be killed will be, a few times in the house I and he over a few strokes, I was defeated by him in three or two, he a moment to buckle, a moment to kill the ball, a moment to rub the edge of the ball, and sometimes play a beautiful whirlwind ball, I do not say fight, even to look at the dazzling Sometimes he even played a beautiful spin ball. I was so dazzled and surprised that I didn't even know how to play, so I naturally succumbed to him. One day, he didn't come home from work, so I went to look for him. I guessed that he was in the gymnasium, and as expected, he was really playing ping-pong in the stadium. I saw him from a distance, he had thrown his coat aside and pulled the lapel of his coat up high, his hair was covered with beads of sweat, and drop by drop it fell down quickly. He was playing ping-pong with an older brother! When he won, his hand made a "V"; when he lost, he gritted his teeth. It was a long time before he saw me. He asked me to stand next to him. Who knows that this station on the station for half a day, until the setting sun only reluctantly left. This is not, this year, the Olympic Games began he is still concerned about many Olympic programs as if he is a participant.
Dad is also an excellent repairman, what is broken at home, he three or two to fix it, and sometimes even repairmen are helpless appliances, Dad look at the manual to observe the internal structure of the observation, East demolition, suit suit, not long appliances on the safe and sound, the neighbors have something bad are looking for him. This is not, one day, he was still napping, heard the sound of the car outside the start is not right, they immediately look at the window is really a neighbor in the car trouble it! Dad took the vise, tweezers, and other important tools and hurried down. Neighbors saw him, they immediately grinned "ding ding ding ding" "squeak squeak squeak" Dad started, he fixed a part in a moment, a moment to take out the hammer against the excess debris experienced knocked twice, a moment to fall down, something is broken, use the nail driver to pull out the car. Some things are broken, with a nail driver to pull out, change a new one, a moment to climb to the car to see the gas tank, a moment to open the back cover, look at the safety lock, before resting assured that said "well". Although his hands are very dirty, like a coal puller, but he still happy smile, because he did a good thing.
This is my father, a wide range of hobbies, helpful father, how can I not love him?
Hope to adopt
4. father's love essay 600 words scene description, in the winterThis is a Tibetan story heard. It's been some years since the story was told.
This is a story that I have heard for some years now, but I can't help but think of the main character of the story, the Tibetan antelope that condensed its mother's love into a deep kneeling, every time I take a ride through the no-man's-land of northern Tibet.
At that time, the shooting and catching of wild animals was not punishable by law. Today, the sound of gunshots in Cocoa Slippery still carries a sinful aftertaste in the corners of the nature reserve where the footprints of the guards on patrol are hard to reach. When you can see the Tibetan antelope, wild horses, wild asses, snow chickens, yellow sheep, etc., now has become a rare horn.
At that time, often run the northern Tibetan people can always see a shoulder cape long hair, with a thick beard, foot pedals long boots of the old hunter in the vicinity of the Qinghai-Tibet Highway activities. That rubbed shiny pitchfork gun hanging on his body, behind the two Tibetan yaks carrying a heavy variety of prey. He has no name and no surname, traveling all over the world, the snow in the north of Tibet, the night sleeps in the river source, when he is hungry, yellow mutton boiled on the fire, when he is thirsty, a bowl of ice and snow water. Hunted those skins will naturally sell a sum of money, in addition to his own consumption of a part of the outside, more used in the end of the road to meet the pilgrims. Those kowtow to Lhasa hajj Tibetan people willingly walk a long road full of difficulties and dangers. Every time the old hunter in the relief of them always tearfully wish: God bless, safe and sound.
Killing and charity in the old hunter **** exist. Prompted him to put down the pitchfork gun in his hands is after such an incident date should be said that day was a very blessed day for him. Early in the morning, he came out of the tent, stretching, was about to drink a copper bowl of butter tea, suddenly saw two steps away from the opposite side of the grassy slopes stood a fat and strong Tibetan antelope. His eyes lit up, a beautiful thing came to his door! After a night's sleep, he immediately came up with a refreshing energy, without hesitation, he turned around and returned to the tent to bring the pitchfork gun. He raised the gun and took aim, the strange thing is, that is the fat Tibetan antelope did not escape, just with pleading eyes looking at him, and then rushed to him two steps forward, two front legs flopped a sound kneeling down. At the same time only saw two lines of long tears flowed out from its eyes. The old hunter's heart was softened, and his trigger hand could not help but loosen a little. The Tibetan area is popular with a common saying known to all young and old: "The birds flying in the sky and mountains, the rats running on the ground, are all humane." At this time, the Tibetan antelope kneeling to him naturally begged him to spare his life. He is a hunter, it is reasonable not to be moved by the mercy of the Tibetan antelope. His eyes closed, the trigger moved under his finger, the gun sounded, and the Tibetan antelope planted itself on the ground. The antelope fell to the ground. It was still in a kneeling position, and the two lines of tears in its eyes stayed clearly.
On that day, the old hunter did not immediately slaughter the hunted antelope as usual, skinning. The teacher in front of his eyes appeared to the Tibetan antelope kneeling to him. He was a little strange, why did the antelope kneel down? This is the only time in his decades of hunting career to see the scene. Night lying on the ground on the bunk he also long difficult to sleep, hands have been trembling ......
The next day, the old hunter with a feeling of apprehension on the Tibetan antelope open skin, his hands are still trembling. The abdominal cavity opened under the blade, he was surprised to scream out, the hands of the butcher knife bam fell to the ground ...... original Tibetan antelope's womb, quietly lying a small Tibetan antelope, it has been molded, naturally, is dead. At this time, the old hunter to understand why the body of the Tibetan antelope fat and strong, but also to understand why it wants to bend on the bulky body to kneel for themselves: it is begging the hunter to leave their children a life ah!
The kneeling of all loving mothers under heaven, including animals, is sacred.
The old hunter's harrowing stopped halfway.
That day, he did not hunt, dug a hole in the hillside and buried the antelope with its unborn child. At the same time buried his pitchfork gun ......
From then on, this old hunter disappeared in the northern Tibetan grasslands. No one knows his whereabouts.
Request "Since then, this old hunter disappeared in the northern Tibetan grassland. No one knows his whereabouts." of the expanded post-prologue! The last two days
The memories that are cherished in the bottom of the heart, make people reminisce. The memories of my life with my mom are also evocative. Every memory makes me sweeter than honey. I have a mother who loves me. She is a simple, kind and hardworking person. My mom cooks for me every day, but she didn't know how to cook, but because my dad was busy at work, she became the cook of our family. My father and I thought that my mom's cooking was not good, and I could see that she was very sad, but after countless hours of study and attempts, she was finally able to cook a delicious meal. My mom came home early every day to cook for me, and when I was late, I would lose my temper with my mom, and I thought. I should have been considerate of my mom and not done that. But my mom is always silent and doesn't complain to me. I know my mom loves me and I can't do anything for her. When my mom comes home from a hard day's work and cooks dinner, something funny always happens. Either cooking, did not get the switch, or burning is broken plates, bowls and so on, the best laughs to be counted, mom copying vegetables, to the faucet to catch the water, used to copy the vegetables left over the water, but instead of the mother to drink, that is the tap water ah! Mom was so busy that she forgot everything, and I felt a pang of sorrow in my nose, and tears almost fell down!" There were times when I was with my mom, and I didn't want the relationship between mom and daughter, but like a good friend, chatting with her about the family, going out to play together. Sometimes we even fight and have a good time with mom. My mom doesn't look like an elder at all, but she is very kind and caring in front of me. She always nagged me about this and that. But I know that although my mom nagging, but it is for my good, because she loves me! Mom, your hard work, I know, I'll let myself get good grades, grow up to repay you, let you live a happy life. I love you, mom. Your good to me, always echo in my mind, I also back to always remember ----- this wonderful memory .
6. Description of the father's back scene white space and detail depiction of the essayLooking at my father, he seems to be always so tall; looking at my father, his shoulders seem to be always so safe; looking at my father, his face seems to be always so kind; looking at my father ...... I do not know when, looking up to my father has become my I'm not sure when, looking up to my father has become one of my habits.
Such a prose sentence should not be used in the beginning of the composition of writing affection, you can write directly from the following.
As a child, I was a follower of my father. At that time, I was particularly active, a moment can not be idle, only know to follow the father to play around, small hand tightly pulled the father's pair of broad and warm hands, feel the warmth of the father's hand warmed me, do not want to let go. Two round eyes from time to time look at the father's back. Father is not very upright, even a little short, a little fat, but straight, full of confidence and strength. Looking up at the father's back, now feel change full of security, think even if the sky down, also have father can carry for me. The heart of a surge of confidence, and even unconsciously raised his head a little.
The calendar in the family tore a page after a page, changed a book after a book. Behind my father, full of confidence, after a few years of madness in the middle also gradually left the side of my father, made a group of friends belonging to their own, naturally, friends instead of my father, my time is also a little bit of time to spend in the body of the friends, but forget about my father.
Lifting my eyes, I found my father. I learned from the hour, but suddenly realized that my father is no longer as before, - father old! Father then in the memory of the body is always straight, has long been unable to withstand the burden of life and slightly curved hunchback, always confident back, but by the life of trivial fragments of small things to wear away the sharpness, appear slightly hunchback. When he walked past me, it reminded me of the falling leaves in the autumn wind. When I took my father's hand again, was it still the hand I knew and missed? It was a pair of hands that were completely unfamiliar to me. The hand is shockingly raised tendons hit my heart, the thick callus on the palm of the hand trembled my soul.
Yes, I am growing up, my father is getting old. My eyes are moist and my nose is sore. Father with his love, his health, his everything for me in exchange for today I have everything, but never complain. Adolescence, we have some rebellion, so that the two generations have more generation gap, very little time to talk with him. But my father in silence for us toiling, his back is slightly lonely, perhaps he does not expect anything, watching me grow up, not good at words he felt comfort, this is his happiest thing. As a daughter, how much have I done for my father? Even if it is to accompany him to talk, but always say there is no time.
Once again, I look up to my father, I know that my father's dedication to me, my love for me, it is worthwhile for me to spend my life to look up to, to return, in my heart, my father's figure has a height that no one can exceed.
Father, the height of my heart forever
7. Scene description related to parentsScene description related to parents:
When I was a child, my body was as thin as a vine, and my skin was as yellow as burnt wax. The neighbors used to joke about me, saying that I could be used to feed ants in a few days. Mother's heart all the time not hanging on to my body, she took me, time and again wandering in the door of the hospital, although the results of each check are all normal, never found anything wrong, but the mother is still not assured ......
The years of frost and let the mother that the tall figure of the increasingly thin, so that the mother of the Confidence in the face of the growing old ...... Unconsciously, I have been 13 years old, my body day by day stronger, my mother's face began to hang full of smiles - can be said that in the 13 spring and autumn I have gone through, no day and night is not accompanied by a mother I can say that in the 13 spring and autumn I have gone through, there is not a single day and night that is not accompanied by my mother's concern. I remember the school organized a summer camp, my mother began to not let me go, in my insistence, my mother had no choice but to agree. Because this is the first time I traveled alone, my mother naturally feel relieved. Before the trip, she urged, ten thousand instructions: "out to play to be careful, closely follow the teacher to go, eat do not pick food, sleep to cover the quilt ......" a string of nagging, a burst of nagging, began to make me impatient, I even feel a little nasty. Originally said a long time ago, she did not go to the station to see me off, but just in the car slowly started the moment, I saw clearly, a corner of the station, clearly there is a fuzzy and familiar figure, a pair of concerned eyes are gazing at me. At that moment, my tears unconsciously confused eyes, I looked at my mother, not moving until her figure disappeared in my gaze. Traveling days, the heart more than a trace of inexplicable emptiness, only to feel that the mother's attachment is so rare, she became my only support, but also into the son of the mother's thoughts and attachments ...... moonlight mother, are you okay?
I gradually understand, the mother wants to use her rough hands for her son to pick the stars, hold the moon, but she can not; the mother wants to use her hard-working hands to bring joy to her son, leaving the warmth, it is possible; my mother, is not exactly in her warm hands silently for her son to do what she can?
Rain, quietly falling; night, dark and long. I walked on the cold street, letting the cold raindrops hit my body. My classmates were laughing and sharing the joy after the exam, but my heart has long been the same as this cold rain, become cold and lose vitality. How can I explain to my parents when I go home after failing the exam? In a trance I arrived downstairs, the stairway stood a person, the dim light reflected is that familiar face, that kind of smile. "Look at you, your clothes are soaked, what if you catch a cold? Such a big kid, you still can't take care of yourself!" My mother painfully took the school bag in my hand. Holding me walked upstairs, "By the way, how are the results of this exam?" "I ...... I ...... I'm sorry ......" my voice choked, my mother froze for a moment, pulled me Sit down, and then picked up the paper, help me analyze the reasons for my mistakes, it turned out to be caused by carelessness. Mother sighed and said: "Children, you must change the carelessness of the problem, learn from this lesson ah!" I met my mother's eyes, and I could feel more expectation and encouragement in my mother's gaze. Looking at the ruthless years in the mother's forehead carved on a few quintuplets, I cried, looking at my mother's face through the vicissitudes of life, I really cried, but the tears became sweet because of the mother's attachment ......