I have never carefully observed my father's back before, and every parting seems hasty and rough. There is no inseparable description in the book, only a short "I'm leaving". Then turn around and go to your destination.
When did you first notice your father? Did the years unconsciously carve a "scar" on his face, or did it begin to be noticed because of an accidental rise? In fact, I first began to notice my father after seeing Zhu Ziqing's back, in which the author's father touched the author with his generous back, and it was from then on that I began to notice his father's back. Every time I leave, my father turns around with a hunch and looks back from time to time. "Be careful on the road. Remember to call when you arrive." It's like this every time, looking back many times every time, and then stumbling home. How many times I leave, how many times I exhort. My father's advice, I subconsciously feel tired of listening. But every time, my father said, and then turned to towards the distant, and I turned to the station. I don't know how many times my father turned around and stared at my back, just as I didn't really notice my father's slightly bent waist and rickety back. These are ruthless masterpieces over the years.
Father's back, not high, even seems a bit out of place in the turbulent crowd. However, it is such a small back that propped up the sky where I grew up and made me live a stable and peaceful life.
My father's back is like a tree, which supports its dense shade in the hot summer and provides shelter for me. However, it is almost winter now, and the once dense shade begins to wither and wither, but in my heart, my father has always been that lush tree, and time has not eroded and years have not been carved. Tree or tree, forever.
Father's Back Composition 2 Zhu Ziqing has a "back" and I also have a "back"; He wrote about his father, so did I.
Looking at my father's back always reminds me of the past ...
My father is over forty a year, but he looks strong and boring. This is probably what I hope most.
Last time I went to sketch class, my father wanted to go to my grandmother's house, which happened to be on my way, so we went together. Downstairs, dad's bike has stopped there waiting for me. He smiled at me as usual: "Come on up." I won't. It is still early. I will walk to the station. My father insisted on seeing me off, but I could not beat him, so I sat up.
In our family, we have to climb a slope of 30-40 degrees. I wanted to come down, but my father insisted. I kept asking, "Dad, are you tired?" He always says that he is not tired and can still move. But I know in my heart that I am not very light, and my father is absolutely tired of carrying me to the station. I thought that as long as I was a little attractive to my father, my father would agree to send me at once. He knew that riding a horse was hard, but he never refused to see me off. Thought of here, my heart is sour and my nose is sour.
My father accompanied me on the bus, I got on the bus, and my father rode behind the bus. He kept looking at me for fear that I would lose control. When the car was about to turn the corner, my father and I parted ways. I looked at my father and suddenly found something. Father is old, really old, his back is not as straight and bent as before, and it is also very difficult to ride a bike. ...
Tears have filled my eyes, blurred my eyes and blurred my father's back. The back is fading away, but the image of my father will never disappear and will always be engraved in my mind. My father's back is always tall in my eyes and will never shrink with age.
Bean's tears fell down, containing endless love for his father.
Father's love is boundless. He loves nothing. Father is using his hands, with his love, to raise the bluest sky for my head, so that my sky will always be clear in Wan Li.
Father's back, very high, very high ...
Father's Back Composition 3 Time flies, the sun and the moon fly.
Everything is constantly changing.
My old father is old. I have some white hair on my head.
When I go home on holiday, my mother always looks forward to her daughter's return at the entrance of the village. When my figure appears in her sight, she will be ecstatic and rush to take my luggage and greet me as always.
When I got home, my mother prepared a big dinner for me. I can't find my father in the house. My mother told me that my father went to town to sell his livestock and gave you the money to go to school next week. At this moment, I couldn't help crying.
I don't know how long it took before my father came back. He still has a pile of money in his hand. Suddenly, tears blurred my eyes and my father's back.
I decided to use tomorrow's holiday to go up the mountain with my father to cut wood, so as to reduce his burden as much as possible. Even a little!
Before dawn the next day, I followed my father up the hill.
The stars in the sky are flashing, as if illuminating the way forward for us. There was silence all around.
We didn't make a sound all the way. He didn't ask me why I followed him up the hill.
After we cut the firewood, my father didn't immediately move the tree down the mountain. But to talk to me side by side. We communicate with each other.
It was near dusk when my father got up to carry the tree. I also want to help move the tree, but my father insists that he move it himself. "I am not old! I can still hold it, "he snapped. After that, he lifted the tree again.
He walked forward while humming a song.
Looking at my father's back in the sunset, I think his image in my heart is getting higher and higher.
I don't know when, when I looked at the western sky, 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, tilted to the side bit by bit, and dragged it down like an invisible and powerful hand. "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 left 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.
Father's Back Composition 5 My father is old and hobbles forward. But the back is in my heart, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of seeing my father again and again when I was a child.
I remember one night, I didn't know if my father had come back. I slept in a daze and closed my eyes. It seems that my father and mother have talked for a long time. I woke up late the next day, and sure enough I saw my father standing by the bed watching us and laughing: "Get up, look, they have grown taller again!" " When eating, mother said, "Hurry up, your father will be on a business trip soon!" " "We just happy heart immediately sank down, very sad, want to destroy the father. My father seems to see our worries, too My father took a few cents out of his pocket and gave fifty cents each. At that time, the value of money was very heavy, and fifty cents was not difficult. After dinner, my father touched each of us on the head, carried a travel bag on his shoulder, said hello to my mother and went out. Looking at my father's back when he went out, I felt the penny he gave me, and my nose was sour.
I followed my mother when she wasn't looking. Looking at my father's thick and curvy back, it is so clear that it shuttles through the crowd and firmly attracts my sight. My father would never have thought that a 4-year-old child was so attached to him and said goodbye so sadly. Developing a happy family requires both the kindness of the mother and the care of the father. Just like the sun and the moon in the sky, it will be happy. I saw my father's back disappear, so I quickly ran a few steps, so I don't know how many times I ran. Finally, I just sat in the middle of the road and looked at my father's approaching back, holding a dime my father gave me in my hand and crying all the time. At that time, I couldn't express it in any words. I just kept saying, "I gave fifty cents, I gave fifty cents ..."
However, when I see my father's back in the future, I will remember seeing his back when I was a child. That warm memory and sincere affection will last forever in my memory.
Father's Back Composition 6 My father is 35 years old this year. It seems that my father hasn't changed much since I was a child, and he is still so handsome. He still keeps his original character, but his forehead is wrinkled, but he is still the most handsome father in my heart. He will always have a very young heart.
It was a hot summer, and my father came to pick me up on an electric car. The fiery red sun shone from my father's always busy back. My father is a catering worker. He works very hard every morning. My father had gone to work when I got up in the morning. When I go to bed at night, my father hasn't come back yet, and I seldom meet him, but I know that my father has worked so hard for our family. Every day, I can only see him working in the shop. His sweaty figure made me feel the heavy responsibility on him.
Once, I was in a big kindergarten class, and my father came to pick me up after school. He looked for me everywhere in the kindergarten. I saw my father and asked him to come over. Dad came over and carried me to the car. The door was open and suddenly it began to rain. But there is only one person in the car with a raincoat. Dad was afraid that I would get wet, so he gave it to me and got wet in the rain. I sat behind my father and felt very cold. I said to my father, "Dad, I'm so cold." Dad asked me to put my hand in his pocket. I sat in the back seat of the car and looked at my father's clothes wet by the rain. I think dad's clothes are all wet by the rain, and it must be colder than me. I feel very moved when I think of this.
I want to say to my father, Dad, thank you. I love you. When I grow up, I will repay your love with all my love!
Father's Back Composition 7 Wrinkles are like pens, white hair is like paper, and my father loves me. I can read the great articles of my life.
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Reading the sky lets you know how noble it is, reading the ocean lets you know how deep it is, and reading the spring flowers lets you know how romantic it is. But after reading this unpretentious book, I understand that my father's back carries my most beautiful youth, and embracing my father's love means embracing the most beautiful flowers.
Qingxing is still young, and his family still lives in the old house. Living there, I am still in primary school and I am not busy with my studies. Every day after dinner, my father always takes me for a walk on the nearby path. In autumn, the road is always covered with a golden carpet, and the sunset caresses the carpet, reflecting the warm but not dazzling light. I always jump behind my father and enjoy the pleasant scenery. Father's steps were too big, and I soon fell behind and couldn't keep up. So, when my father saw me retreating, I snuggled up gently, which was always reassuring. The evening wind faded away the afternoon heat, with some unique cold at night, as if it were a prelude to the arrival of the night. My father and I are already on our way home, but I never feel the slightest cold in the evening breeze, because my father's body temperature is warming me, and my heart is full of warmth and happiness.
My father's back is strong and warm, guarding my growth.
When we were young, we moved to our present residence. Unfortunately, everything is already inhuman. As a teenager, I don't want to be close to my father anymore. Always after my father cheerfully suggested that I go for a walk, he refused on the pretext of homework. Time can really change everything, making my father's hair white and my body smooth, but his love for me has not decreased. Every morning before going out, I will see the note left by my father: "Son, it's cold today, put on more clothes and have breakfast while it's hot!" " "
I remember that night when I was studying hard, I suddenly heard a slight noise. There was a cup of hot milk on the table, steaming under the light. When I turned around, my father's figure was slowly coming out. I'm surprised. Is that thin figure really my father?
Tears are the most beautiful confession my father has never said. My father's back, thin and vicissitudes, cares about my bit by bit.
Father's Back Composition 8 Father is old, too. Now facing my father's back, what I see is no longer the young man full of strength in the past. My father also looks like a grandfather, standing there with his hands behind his back. I can't bear to make him angry anymore.
Maybe it's because the father's image was so powerful in the past that people wanted to discuss it with him. Discuss family affairs, discuss state affairs, and discuss everything worth discussing in the universe. At first I said I couldn't beat my dad. Later, when I grew up, my father began to say that he could not beat me. My dad used to brag and laugh at me when I said I couldn't beat him. Later, I also laughed at him and liked him. After he said that he couldn't win, all his strength turned into anger at me, muttering all day: "It's backwards, and if his wings are hard, it's backwards!" I'm still laughing. Who told him to keep laughing at me? I'm just fighting tooth for tooth.
Now facing my father's back, I don't want to provoke his thoughts at all. Father is old. Although my father is not too old to walk, his unique strength is gone. Standing there with his hands behind his back, he has begun to look like grandpa. I know that after he looks like his grandfather, his father will start to enter middle-aged and elderly people. I remember the last time I was angry with my father, it was to discuss technology with him. In the past, my father was sober, and no one could compare with him. Now that I talk a little about advanced ideas or technologies, my father puts on a look of don't give me these useless things, which makes people afraid to discuss anything advanced with him anymore. From that moment on, my father's actions told me that he was officially old.
Now facing my father's back, I don't know how to communicate with him again. When was he old? I don't know. I only know that I still like my father who has the strength to discuss the mysteries of the universe with me. I want to keep such a father. Unfortunately, I'm not a god. I'm just a person, a father's child, and I can't save him.
Father's Back Composition 9 Go to school early in the morning and go out alone. When I turned to pick up my schoolbag and looked up, my father's back hit my sight. Suddenly, I felt my heart was hurt.
I just remembered, I don't know, once upon a time, I began to hate my father's company on the road? How so natural, as if it should be a small matter. ...
This reminds me of my childhood.
When I was a child, I was naturally active. I always like to pester my father to take me to the park. My father is tall, striding and walking fast. I have been walking, and I can only see a vague figure. So, jump and chase until you walk side by side with the man with the back.
I went to primary school. The school is not too far from home, but I still go with my father, who will pick me up after school. My father's pace is still so fast, but I am not far away from him, just following closely. Looking at his back, my heart is inexplicably stable. His back is my lighthouse. As long as I see it, I can find the direction of my home.
I don't remember when it was a long time ago. In tandem, a large and a small figure became a lonely person and asked his father not to pick him up. The reason is simple. He walks slowly. It's so self-righteous to think about it now. If the lighthouses have disappeared, how can we expect to find the direction of "home"? The direction in my heart is lost, what else do I want to pursue? I'm about to become a person who abandons "home".
I was late for the first time today. Because I inexplicably stopped my father and asked him to accompany me to school. Along the way, I deliberately slowed down and followed my father, only to realize that my tall and straight back became a little wobbly, but I still sheltered me from the wind and rain like a tree. My eyes are a little moist. I decided that my father would still take me home.
Just like a child who has finally found a home after a lot of wind and rain, he found the feeling of home behind his father. School is over, go home, it's time to go home. ...
Father's Back Composition 10 When I was a child, I saw more of my father's solid back.
When I was a child, my family was not rich, and my father sent me to and from school on a phoenix bike. For me, my father replaced my feet (because the school is too far away, my father doesn't trust me to go to school alone). My father is a busy man, busy with the shop business every day, leaving early and returning late, dragging my tired body to send me to school, so my father's hair on his temples has turned gray. For me, this has become a common occurrence.
It was a rainy day. As usual, my father urged me to get up, and then he went to the bike room to get my bike. I followed him after brushing. I opened my eyes wide and vaguely saw a tall figure pushing an old bicycle, which has become unsightly with the passage of time. The wind was blowing rain obliquely, hitting my father and me in the face. My father opened his umbrella and skillfully carried me in the back seat of the car. Holding an umbrella handle in one hand and a bicycle handle in the other, he staggered to school (the road was wet by the rain, the road was slippery, and the front of the car was shaken by the wind). The rain brushed us slightly, and my father moved his umbrella back as far as possible. Although he knew that his hair and clothes were wet, he didn't care about it out of his father's love. Rain dripping from his chin, I can feel it-mixed with sweat.
"Dad, the umbrella is crooked," I cried.
"No, you are wrong."
"It's really crooked, can't you feel it?"
"Nothing unusual," my father replied.
Looking at his father's back and white hair on his temples, tears swirled in his eyes.
The school is ahead. The rain stopped and the sun shone all over the earth. My father sent me to the school gate, and he stood at the gate and watched me enter the school (parents are forbidden to enter the school by school rules). Looking back, I saw that my father's back had slowly left and gradually disappeared in front of me. I was filled with emotion and bowed deeply to the familiar back.