As a child, I was my father's follower. At that time, I was particularly active, a moment can not be idle, only know to follow my father to play around, small hand tightly pulled the father's pair of broad and warm hands, feel the warmth of my father's palm warm me, unwilling 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, feel that even if the sky spoiled 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, in the crazy a few years 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, - my father is 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 that 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 worth my life to look up to, to return, in my heart, my father's figure has a height that no one can exceed.
2. About the father's action description 200 words
Father heard me call him, slowly turned his head, and then in the father's kind face slightly revealed a smile, is a response to me. He rubbed again and squatted down, staring into the distance, I only heard a crisp "bar, bar" sound.
It was a dark evening, the wind was gusting outside the window, I finished cleaning up the classroom and started packing my bag, ready to go home. "Click--", the sky suddenly sounded a thunder, followed by heavy rain poured . I secretly screamed in my heart is not good, the clothes to the head of a cloak and rushed out, just to the school gate, two familiar figures flash into the eyes - is the father, and mom, but both of them only have an umbrella in their hands. Mom smiled and said to me: "Your father and I are directly from the office over, did not bring more umbrellas, the two of us to play a hand." "No, the rain is too heavy, two people will get wet if we share an umbrella, I'll give this one to Shihao." Dad was busy saying and extended his umbrella over. "I'll share one with dad." Said I jumped to my father's umbrella, my father held the umbrella in one hand, one hand try to hold my shoulders, three people two umbrellas hidden in the water fog, at that moment I feel so happy so happy.
3. father action continuous description of the composition 300 wordsMy father people often say that the father's love is like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not entirely as severe as the mountain, sometimes as gentle as water.
My father is a man of culture and high moral character, although he is not as rich as other parents, but he has paid for me absolutely no worse than other children, even better than them. Whenever I talk about my father, I can not help but shed tears.
He is usually very busy at work, but no matter what, he insists on greeting me every day about my studies and life, and whenever I have a problem with my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to counsel me. From school to now, every parent-teacher conference he has never been absent, he once said: "no matter how busy, the child is always the first thing I consider".
Every weekend, I go to the place where my father works. Sometimes, when I went to see him at work, I couldn't bear to disturb him, so I watched from the sidelines, looking at the gradually aging father, more than a trace of gray hairs on the temples, I once again couldn't help but shed a tear.
Looking at that body day by day thin, my heart a lot of pain. I think of how my father suffered in those days.
And my love for my father is more important than my love for my mother. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was a child.
He was a good teacher in my studies and a good friend in my life. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to beat or scold me, but to teach me calmly.
No matter what I did wrong, he uncovered the problem from himself before educating me. He paid a lot of attention to everything about me, so he was extra 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 was very image conscious in his life. So he was very neatly dressed.
He once said, "A person's image represents a person's quality." More than ten springs and autumns have passed, and my love for my father has deepened.
I also know very well that no one in my life can replace his position in my life. Father, don't worry, I will live up to your high expectations.
After growing up, I still remember clearly how to go home. 1, Lingling less than two years old, chubby.
Red face, a pair of watery glasses. Pigtails cocked towards the sky, pink hair bands on the head upside down, like two fluttering colorful butterflies.
Particularly amusing is her eloquent little mouth. 2, looks, Mr. Du is also 30 years old, the serious rectangular face wearing a pair of black wide-rimmed glasses, two not very big eyes in the back of the lens shining bright; two corners of the mouth is always tightly closed, usually very do not love to talk.
In my memory, it seems that he only had a half-new, not old, blue clothes, and the sleeves were always pulled up a cut. Whenever the class is over, he will books to the armpit under a clip, with the rest of the half of the chalk to the pocket a load, head down, like looking for footprints, slowly, step by step toward their own office to go.
But in the classroom, he was like a different person. He spoke to the class to speak incessantly, read out the text to an unusually loud voice, and sometimes excited face put out a red light, a step across to the podium, waving his arms ...... classmates' attention was attracted by him, wide-eyed look at him.
3, this old man's eyebrows and beard are white. But the face was still purplish and looked radiant.
He was wearing a brand new green cloth cotton jacket and pants, and his head was wrapped in a snow-white towel. The old man squatted on the ground, joyfully smoking dry cigarettes.
4, the sun tanned ink-black thin face, there is a pair of slightly pitted into the large double eyelid children's eyes; eyebrows thin and oblique; black with yellow hair with flower cloth strips to tie two short braids; clothes are very old; the right trouser leg of a broken hole don't a pin; spring, summer, and autumn seasons are barefoot, only to the mountain to catch the firewood season, for fear of stabbing the feet, only to wear a pair of shoes, but once off the mountain on the take off. 5, this is a young man in his thirties.
Wearing a military cotton coat, wearing high boots. Tall, square face plate, very stout-looking.
There is a black mole on his chin, and those eyes shine brightly in the dark, making people feel rough and shrewd. 6, Li Yun is a witty, Tao qi child.
On his chubby face, he has a pair of big mischievous eyes with flickering curtains, and those two big eyeballs like black jewels just need to turn, and the ghost ideas come. In his dark face, whether it is the bulging cheeks, or the thin lips, or the tip of the small nose slightly up, all make you feel funny and amusing.
7, the old man, wearing a broken straw hat on his head, exposed in the brim of the outside of the hair has been white. On his shoulders is a gray, yellow coat.
The whole spine, black and bright, shiny, as if coated with a layer of oil. Below the trouser leg rolled over the knee, hairy calves, covered with large and small numerous tendon bumps, by a high bulging blood vessels connected.
Feet did not wear shoes, the old skin on the foot plate is afraid to have a finger thick,...... waist inserted a dry tobacco bag, the cigarette purse hitching on the ***, like a pendulum swinging on both sides. 8, New Year's Eve night, son, grandchildren came to her side, she was full of wrinkles are stretching open, like the blooming chrysanthemum petals, each wrinkle are overflowing with laughter.
One day, her partner fell ill, her face beads like a network of wrinkles deeper, the two eyebrows twisted into a pimple lock to a piece. She looked at the remains of her old partner, her lips slightly trembling, knife-carved wrinkles, flowing string of teardrops.
9, the daughter looks like her mother, eyes look especially like. The white eyes are clear, the black eyes are black, and the eyes are as clear as water when they are fixed, and like stars when they are flashing.
All over the body, the head is the head, the feet are the feet. The hair is slippery, and the clothes are grubby.
Attached to "how to write a good description of the character's appearance" The description of the character's appearance is an important part of the character description, the description of the character's appearance can often make the character live up to give the reader a deep impression. The appearance of the character, mainly including the person's appearance, physical appearance, clothing, expression, demeanor and so on.
The description of human appearance, also known as portrait depiction, is the character's appearance, features accurate, vivid, graphic depiction, and through the description of the appearance of God, to reveal to the reader the character's ideological qualities, mental style and personality traits. How can we write a good character appearance? We may wish to start from the following three aspects.
First, the appearance of the description to "quasi". The first is to accurately describe the appearance of the character, the character image will be real and believable.
The appearance of people is often affected by their identity, occupation, age, upbringing, habits, life experience.
4. A paragraph describing the father, to action description, reflecting the father's love, 200 wordsI am a little bird, and my father's love is the sky, I fly in the care of the father's love. I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean, I swim in the warmth of my father's love. My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes is the world's greatest father. I remember one winter, I went to school less than wearing a cotton jacket, freezing me straight shivering, I rubbed my hands in my heart and regret not listening to my mother. At that moment, I heard Wu Weiwei say, "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling, holding a jacket in his hand, saying "Come on, put it on". I put on the jacket, my body was warm, and my heart was even warmer. My father said, "Be careful in the future". I smiled and nodded vigorously. Back home, my mom heard that I went to school without a jacket, scolded me severely, and was about to hit me, my father came over with a smile and said, "Children don't know what to do, forget it." I looked at my father gratefully, my father educated me with tolerance .
5. On the description of the father's essay, two hundred words or soMemory of my father always loved to wear a wide plain shirt, let the wind blowing bulging, wearing a pair of large rubber-soled cloth shoes, "ta-da" sound and the dusk of the wind and the weak companion. Like other middle-aged men, he sometimes likes to drink a few sips of wine and play poker a few times. The first thing you need to do is to get a good deal of money to pay for the services you need, and you'll be able to get it back.
However, my father gave me the impression that he was more of a morning person than a night person,
Every day my father got up early, but he never woke me up early, only at 6:00 when he told me to get up, and he went to the factory quickly. Every day when I walk into the kitchen hungry, I always see a very hearty breakfast, but what about dad, he never has enough time to eat these delicious things. My dad was a boss, but I always saw him busy.
My father is a serious man with very few smiles on his face, but every time he hears that my sister and I are making progress in our studies, he smiles and joyfully encourages us to go to the next level. That smile, in the father's dark face bloom, brilliant as a lotus flower, and my heart at that time, but was severely pulled a bit. Father ah, daughter a little bit of achievement let you so proud, and the glory of which, where not soaked in your sweat ah!
Father is always busy, in fact, I know, my father would like to be like others, in the morning about three or five friends to go to a preferred teahouse to drink morning tea, at noon, happy and mother together to prepare a simple meal, the evening and we study, play; but survival, this cruel executioner, the father's youth, health, rest one by one, ruthlessly taken away. My present meager ability, simply not enough to bear some for my father, my father silently and alone, but let me enjoy the journey of life.
Father's pay, I can not return, I can only say "Dad, I love you, you are the best father in the world."
6. Describe your father in about 200 words. There should be 8 verbs.It is often said that the father's love is a mountain, tall and majestic; the father's love is a pool of water, deep and hidden; the father's love is a pair of hands, caressing us through the spring, summer, fall and winter; and the father's love is a drop of tears, a drop of tears full of temperature. Hourly, my father is a symbol of severity, my father like an axe to change all my vices, my father often said: "You are a tree, the tree will grow branches and trunks, and now we have to remove all your faults, to develop good habits. My father never paid attention to my studies, but he believed that with good habits you have everything. It is this belief that has accompanied me up to now. My father's strong beliefs and looks have always been in front of my eyes. Yes, my father is strong. Father's love does not extend the soft water, no thoughtful warm words, not at any time you can bring around a sliver of blessing, not the temperature of the day and night with you through, father's love sums up all the language .
7. essay my father with appearance language action description 150 wordsThis year thirty-eight years old, tall, dark skin, thick long eyebrows under a pair of stern eyes, round face like a "hamburger", lips and cheeks with a dense beard, something always like to tie me.
Dad has a bad habit, is like smoking. Smoking one after another, mouth sucking, nose spraying, two nostrils are like two pipes. However, as long as my mom saw, he hastened to throw away the cigarette, do not smoke.
Dad also has a good habit! Whenever he has time, he will be busy in the kitchen. Just see his right hand holding a spatula, left hand holding a large spoon, hands with just the right, a moment to add ingredients, a moment to turn the spoon, the pot in the dish in his maneuvering up and down. Soon, it is for us to do a table full of delicious meal, I can like to eat.
My father is really a good father!
8. Write 300 words of action description, write father's loveIt is said that mother's love is the greatest kind of love, but my father has also given me a strong father's love.
I remember a weekend afternoon, I played with a few classmates in the school playground. One of the students to hold a dog, see me on the "woof woof" barking, I was at a loss for words, I did not expect it to jump up and bite me, then I was stunned! When I saw the wound on my hand, I realized that when the pain came, I was so anxious that I cried out, and there was an indescribable sense of fear in my heart. At this time I suddenly remembered, I used to hear my father say that dog bites should be timely rabies vaccine, otherwise it is very dangerous. So I could not wipe my tears, I hurriedly ran home to tell my parents.
As soon as I entered the house, I told my father, who was sitting on the sofa, that I was crying. Dad saw this formation, first with a soft voice to comfort me, in his persuasion, I gradually stopped crying, and then my father quickly for me to do disinfection work, with water and soap constantly rinse the wound, and then carefully used gauze to wrap the wound, with me busy rushed to the hospital ......
Looked at the sweaty father, I was y hurt, and then I saw the wound, and I saw the wound. Sweaty dad, I y appreciate this strong father's love.
9. A passage describing my dad's actions 250 wordsI remember the time when goose feather snow was flying in the sky and all the other children were picked up by their parents. I was walking down the hallway so I could keep myself warm.10 minutes passed.20 minutes passed...... later, in the snow I saw a body vaguely, was it father? He came over, yes, yes, it was really father, he came to pick me up. I was happy straight jump, a jump to him, father said child sorry, I came late. I said it's okay.
My father pulled my little hand up and said, "How is the hand so cold, come and put mine on," he said, taking off his gloves. Scarf. Even the jacket also took off to give me a cloak, although I put on the gloves can I still feel the father's hand is so cold, so ice. When I got home, my father kept sneezing. In the evening, I heard my parents talking at the door of my room, and my mother said you have a cold, you must have caught it when you went to pick her up. You keep your voice down, don't let the child hear it. Later, I didn't hear what they said, I only remember that my tears were like broken beads that kept falling.
Father your good I will always remember.