Our family of four brothers and three sisters, plus mom and dad, is a large and populous family. I was the youngest in my family, so I don't remember what my father looked like when he was young. When I was in my teens, I saw a three- or four-inch black-and-white photo that was already yellowed ___ it was a thirty-something year old man with a handsome face, that is, my father. He had a long, well-defined face, neat, black hair falling back (a very old-fashioned hairstyle), a full, high forehead, black eyebrows, the end of which was a little downward, from which I could probably tell that my father had a weak character! Black and white eyes like foreigners, some sunken, gaze is very kind, not at all fierce, high bridge of the nose below is a somewhat thick but very shaped lips, the only big difference with the present is that this face is dry and clean, can not see a face full of stubble. Seeing this yellowed old photo, I looked for my father's youthful handsome imprint from his present appearance. I marveled at the fact that my father was really a handsome man when he was young; I lamented the weight of life, economic poverty, family quarrels, and spiritual unhappiness.
, coupled with the years of the wheel of the years mercilessly crushed, will be the face of the destruction of the face, and now my father is a show of old, black, wrinkled, bearded old father. In my memory, life in the family is poor, is a three-day quarrel, full of the cold after the war, cold morning stove (mom will be on strike for a day or two after the angry), cold quiet (no sound in the house) no one dares to talk nonsense, quiet terrible. Dad and mom, hard-working but poor all their lives; quarrelsome all their lives but never leave each other (at that time I wished they were separated). They were both born in poverty, came to the city alone, and were introduced to each other and got married. In order to take care of each other when we grow up, they gave birth to so many children, but the economic poverty, the population of many, (the eldest brother gambling, the second brother got a terminal disease - leukemia), the family can not make ends meet, the external debt has been paid for three or four years, the parents are very irritable, so often quarrel, shouting, and even slamming cups, lifting the table, often the case. Other people Jia Li joyful holiday, my home is often a dish bowl a place, wolf a piece, I hate some of such a birth environment, but I sympathize with them, after all, they are hard-working, kind, after all, they are in order for us to eat a lot of hard work, suffered a lot of fatigue.
. The father is hardworking, the meager salary can not meet the monthly family expenses. Throughout the year, my father and mother carried water, manure, reclaimed some of the suburbs of the wasteland planting vegetables, planting broom (can be made of broom plants), to make up for the household; hot summer. When the sun is hot, my father used my mother's homemade wooden popsicle box, coupled with a layer of thick quilts, riding a two-eight-type bicycle, the streets and alleys, "popsicles, popsicles". Yell, those who do not sell the remaining is our drink ___ because an afternoon, popsicle ah almost melted; in the fall, the mother made with flour cake, plus a large bamboo basket, also sat on the back of the father put a large bicycle; factory allocation of forty or fifty square feet of house, crowded with such a large family, the corridor, but also raised two big fat pigs, although the stench of heaven, but also a large sum of money in my family. The two big fat pigs in the corridor, though stinking, were a great source of income for my family. At New Year's time, the fat pigs were slaughtered, and the butcher was invited to come, and there were quite a lot of people around to watch the slaughtering of the pigs! But I don't think their hard work to bring us anything, and even others cold sentence, hot sentence "praise" in my opinion is also a kind of ridicule ___ because our family always have no money, for the money to fight, the beginning of the school year for the tuition fee worries, New Year's Eve for the New Year's Eve worries, for the big brother worries.
The family had no peace, quarrels, and was often trapped in a fog of sadness. Other people's parents are quite laid-back, family harmony, than our family decent, clean, economic generosity, see other children carrying shoulder bags, how much I would like to have one. ... Father has is weak, whether it is a fight, or others bully us, back to Jia Li hurt heart get is another injury: no questions asked, scolded and disciplined, the father's face is very difficult to see, I can see his fear . I could see his fear, anxiety and anxiety. His teaching was ___ our kind of family, don't quarrel with others, no wealth and no power, can't quarrel ha can't hide? So his cowardly character and deal with, I feel lower than others, low self-esteem in the psychological want to morning exercise crazy crazy, even gloomy to want to commit suicide, I do not know why to come to this world. A few times helplessly gazing at the mountains of the verdant pines, want to commit suicide, want to be like it, do a straight, evergreen pine tree, no worries, not a lot of powerless to change things. The mention of my father, the psychological pain is hidden. I love him for his hard work, kindness and simplicity. I love him for his hard work, kindness and simplicity, but more than anything else, I feel heartbroken, having lived a life of scrimping and saving, but still a life of poverty and anxiety. I want to burn more paper money to pay tribute to him. I hope that in the next life, he will be rich and will not worry about money anymore; I hope he will be happier. Feel the happiness in the world too.
2. Characterization 400 words About DadOnce, I said to my dad, "Dad, let's play a game, I won't watch TV for an hour, and you won't smoke for a day."
"OK" Dad agreed readily. According to the "information" I've gathered over the years, Dad's promise is hard to fulfill, so I made a point of glancing at the ashtray on my way out the door, and after an hour, I walked into the room, and "Oh my God!" I exclaimed, I thought the ashtray would be too full to fit, but to my surprise, the ashtray was empty, I can be happy, Dad finally quit smoking for an hour.
"No, that can't be right, because dad has been smoking for over 20 years and is addicted to cigarettes, so if he doesn't smoke for an hour, his mouth will have no flavor." I thought, so I grabbed my dad's magnifying glass and started searching for it like a computer virus.
Finally, heaven forbid, after half an hour of searching, I found two major suspicions: first, I found some ashes next to the bed; second, a few cigarettes were missing from his new cigarette case. So, I interrogated Dad rigorously: "Have you smoked today?" I asked seriously.
"No." Dad answered in a whisper.
"Really?" "Really." Dad's voice trailed off even more.
"Look me in the eye and say it again!" At that moment, my eyes went wide. Dad was startled, so he confessed truthfully ...... I said to my dad, "Dad, since you intend to quit smoking you should always try to do it, you can't give up halfway."
Dad nodded and gave me a thumbs-up compliment .......
3. my dad essay fragments, 5 kinds of characterization are used, no less than 400 words, urgentMy hometown is in the countryside, where my grandmother and grandfather live, as well as my sister and brother. I used to always beg my mom and dad to take me to my hometown every weekend, when I was too much of a child.
As soon as I arrived at my grandmother's door, I would shout incessantly, making the uncles and aunts living there restless: "Grandpa, Grandma, I'm coming!" That voice was full of naivety and innocence.
One fall, I came to my grandmother's house on the weekend as usual, and I lived in a room with my mother. That time, it happened to be August, and it was also the season when osmanthus flowers bloomed, and I was really intoxicated by the rich fragrance of osmanthus flowers. One afternoon, my brother and sister and I went to the bottom of a laurel tree to take a cool ride, where I was a famously active ghost, where would I sit down? So I shook the laurel tree with my hand, eh? Is it raining? No, I shook the laurel tree fell laurel, then I got excited, I made all the laurel trees in the laurel forest soughing, at that time, the laurel is like a raindrop falling from the sky, but more than raindrops more than a fragrance, more colorful than the rain, floating, some of the laurel mischievous ran to the grass, some laurel quietly fall on the ground, some laurel fell on my hair, do not know, will think that I have a million head clamped on my head, and will not know, will also think that I have a lot of laurel. I would have thought that I had countless small yellow flower clips on my head! At that time, the innocence and happiness we showed was unparalleled. I put the laurel petals one grain by one grain carefully wing
4. write a person's essay 500 words (father)My father he, not sturdy, but can protect me this weak seedling; he, not gentle, but give me the most intimate care; he, not knowledgeable, but taught me the most to do the reasoning of the people; he, not careful, but in the eyebrow of revealing the love for the children of the slightest.
He is just an ordinary person. However, for me it is the most special - dad.
Since I was a child, I did not respect my father too much, and always ignored the importance of my father. Perhaps because my dad's education is not high, so a lot of things have not been discussed with my dad, and never revealed to him the feelings in his heart.
Only when the light bulb is broken and things are too heavy to move, will I think of my dad. At that time, I always hoped that my father would be able to come with me, regardless of whether my father's work is busy or not, but my father is always so hardworking, but at that time I did not understand the caring look in my father's eyes, and I only felt that all this is a matter of course.
Now that I've grown up, I finally know how busy my father's work is, and I no longer call my father to transport me. When I walk under the hot sun, I miss the soft sofa and cool air conditioning in my dad's car.
I realized how happy I was when I was a child, and I realized that I could no longer be willful. When I was a child, when I fell, my father never reached out to help me up, but stood at a distance, holding my favorite lollipop in his hand, and said loudly to me, "Baby, as long as you stand up and walk to Daddy, you can eat the lollipop!" I don't know whether it was the attraction of the lollipop or the expectant gaze in my dad's eyes that gave me the courage to stand up and the motivation to walk forward. The moment I finally walked to my dad, he excitedly picked me up, and I saw the delighted smile on his face.
I finally realized that it wasn't the lollipop I wanted, but my dad's smile. Whenever my dad came home late from work, in the haze, I felt my dad touching my hair and helping me to cover the quilt.
A warm feeling rose up. It turns out that dad has been protecting me and mom.
Dad is a person who insists on his own hobby and does not give in. He insisted on taking a cold shower every day, and he insisted on going swimming every day.
All year round, no matter how cold the weather was, it was always this way and never changed. I never heard my father cry out "pain" or "tired", he always wore this strong face, all the bad, not good, with a smile.
He once told me: "People, must adhere to their own ideals, no matter how bitter, how tired." Since then, I am no longer afraid of the wind, no longer afraid of the rain, and learned to do everything to the end.
These days, Dad went on a business trip again. In these days, let me learn to miss.
Laughing to the end Hongyan foreign language sixth grade Song Huo I am a girl who loves to laugh, no matter when, I will laugh often open, what bright laugh, happy laugh, inexplicable laugh ...... are with me closely. I for all the ridiculous things, will openly laugh, and this laugh, often will be my side of the classmates together pull down, provoke the teacher's criticism, and then invited everyone to blame me for tempting them to blame.
One time in English class, the teacher taught two words: bus and must, and then let each student to read. My classmate couldn't pronounce them correctly, so I couldn't help but laugh because of the hard tone of voice, which I heard as "dad died" and "mom died".
The whole class, led by me, also laughed. The teacher was unable to stop him from doing so, so he was unable to teach the class, so the whole class was scolded and punished.
Teacher special "care" I went into the office, and I was still immersed in the things just now, God is not clear. Teachers have been there to say, but I still think of "dad died mom also died", the results of "giggling" a laugh, the English teacher almost did not go crazy.
Back in the classroom, everyone blamed me for being the culprit. I'm not the only one who has been in the same boat for a long time, and I'm not the only one who has been in the same boat for a long time.
Moreover, I let you laugh? I can't control myself, so why blame me?" This time, the students were dumbfounded, I laughed again, counting for my own words just now to celebrate it. Think carefully, the reason why I am addicted to laughing as life, there are two reasons: one is the genetic inheritance of parents.
Mom and Dad are people who love to laugh, from my memory to now, never seen them frown, unhappy, their faces are always sunny, as if the good things under the sky have let them meet, so will give birth to my authentic heirloom. The second is the warmth and harmony of the family.
My parents never quarreled, they cared for me a lot, and the smiles of the three people built a happy and warm home, surrounded by laughter at all times, I have no reason not to be happy ah! Where I go, the sound of laughter is like a shadow with where, often before I see my people, first heard me laugh. Do you also like to laugh? Then let us laugh in the end, because: smile, ten years less; mood, worry run.
My teacher He is not tall, slightly fat face has a pair of often squinted kind eyes, a head of short white hair more set off his loyalty. He had a strong right leg, but his left leg, which was cut off from the knee down, was supported by a round wooden stick that was well oiled.
When and why this leg was cut off, we do not know. I only remember that once, when he came to the legend of Nvwa, he said to us with a smile, "When Nvwa got tired of kneading clay figures with her hands, she dipped a branch in the clay and flung it to the ground, and the clay that she flung to the ground became a human being.
It is only some people who lost their legs and arms due to the force of Nvwa's flinging. That's when I lost a leg when she flung it."
The classroom naturally erupted in laughter, but after the laughter, a sour feeling rose up in every student's heart, along with an increased respect for Mr. Liu. He stood up for hours a day to teach us, relying only on his sturdy right leg and a wooden stick.
Whenever he had to write the board, he used a wooden stick to support the ground, his right leg off the ground, his body turned sharply, and then turned to the blackboard. After writing the chalk characters, he turned to the podium again with his cane as the center of the circle.
A teacher over 100 years old, I do not know how many times a day to jump and rotate like this. And every time he turns, he causes the students to have a heartbeat of excitement.
His lessons were excellent. The history of his country made him proud.
Speaking of national heroes through the ages, he spoke generously and often excited us.
5. Dad characterization essayMy father is a big handsome man, black hair, thick eyebrows, a pair of big eyes, beard, shy a "general belly", like a calm and calm general.
Dad is a truck driver, a departure on a long time, every time he came back, he brought me a lot of my most eaten good things, such as pizza, beef pine, cantaloupe and other delicious to me to eat. Every time he came home, Daddy shouted, "Nging, my baby girl, Daddy has brought you good food!" When I heard my dad's voice, I was so happy that I couldn't express my feelings, and I ran to my dad's arms as fast as I could. My dad picked me up and spun me around in a big circle, and kissed me with his bearded face, and I felt itchy and sweet when his dense beard was sticking on my little face. I cheered every time it happened. So I was very much looking forward to my dad coming home.
Dad do everything very well, what is broken at home, he quickly repaired. Once, my toy car does not go, I how to get it does not go, I was anxious to cry. Dad said, "Don't cry, it will be fine in a while." He went to the toolbox to bring tools, ding ding ding, three times, the toy car restarted. I broke into tears and smiled. Look at the beads of sweat on my father's face, I took a towel to wipe my father's sweat, my father smiled with relief.
Some people say that a father's love is like a mountain, I feel that a father's love is like water, my father in my mind is so kind, he is so caring for me, I said from the heart: "Dad, I love you, when I grow up, I must honor you."
6. Mainly characterization-based 600-word essay on father"Always ask for you but never say thank you, until after I grow up to understand that you are not easy ...... time time slower, do not let you get old again.
I would like to exchange my everything for your years to stay ...... hey, sang so well. Although I just fought with my father, I couldn't help but cry when I heard this song.
Until you grow up, you will not understand that you are not easy to Father's work is inseparable from the computer. When I was a child, I often saw my father after a good dinner, guarding a small laptop next to me, I asked my mother: "Mom, why can my father play with the computer as he pleases, and I have to play less? Dad has been playing on the computer every night for the past few days! It's not fair! I want to play too!" "Kiki, Daddy is working on the computer, unlike you? There's so much free time to play."
"Hmph! I don't believe it! Mommy is biased!" I screamed. Now, five years after the event, it's quite a shame to think about it now - my father did work on the computer and wouldn't be done until ten o'clock every night.
Trivial care to accept it At the age of nine, I realized that my father's work hard, I have developed a habit - in the past, when I was about to go to bed, I would say good night to the family who had not yet slept; later, I put my father "good night" to "don't work too hard" to "don't work too hard". Later, I changed my "good night" to "don't work too late, I'm going to bed, good night". Father, I don't know if you realize it. I don't know if you remember, Father, but I think you do, even if it's a small thing, but it's happened so many times that you should remember it, right? Countless evenings, countless dinners, three people at the same table.
Countless times I've been to the restaurant, and countless times I've been to the restaurant, and countless times I've been to the restaurant, and countless times I've been to the restaurant. You know I love to eat tomato scrambled eggs, fenugreek fried shrimp skin, meat cake steamed eggs, minced pork and tofu ...... Therefore, as long as there is, you immediately give me clip, said to me: "you like, eat more ah."
You were often invited to dinner, because I still have to study, my mother still have to do housework, so you had to go alone to correspond. But, no matter how late it was, you never failed to come home and bring me dishes that were delicious or that I had never eaten before, never forgetting.
"Always ask you for but never say thank you, until after I grow up I understand that you are not easy. Every time you leave is to pretend to be relaxed, smile and say go back, turn around tears wet eyes.
How much I want to be the same as before, holding your warm palm. But you are not in my body, to the wind to take the well-being.
Time time slower, don't let you get old again. I would like to use everything I have to exchange your years to stay long.
I'm not sure what I can do for you, but I'm sure I can do something for you. A trivial concern, take it.
Thank you for everything you have done to support our family. You have always done your best to give me the best.
Am I your pride? Still worried about me? O child you are attached to, grow up.
7. father biography junior high school essay 500 wordsMy father
Since I croaked from this world the first thing I saw was my mother before I saw my father, so naturally a little closer to my mother. My father in my childhood rarely take care of me, always working overtime, I also understand that they do not work overtime where the money, but children like me who do not want to play with their father more that, but my father is still so busy, and do not have time to take care of me. Gradually I grew up. I learned to live on my own and take care of myself in the days to come. But the days I met with my dad were fewer and fewer and my dad went farther and farther away, and I usually only had telephone contact. But I still know that my dad still loves me, although he is far away from me, but he still cares about me all the time, and he cares about me in every way! After the summer vacation I stayed at home, to the evening more than ten o'clock in the evening when suddenly dad's cell phone rang, dad took the call, only to see him frowning, full of anxious look, I inquired only to know is the father's unit to repair. So I said: "so late, I think it's better not to go!" "No, this mission is very important, do not go can not ah!" Dad said seriously, I had to give up! I can't tell you how dedicated my dad is! Sometimes very busy six o'clock in the morning to get up and go to work, ten o'clock in the evening until the end of work, he has no complaints! Recently, he has been getting busier and busier, and the gray hairs on his head have increased a lot. His body is not as good as it was. Page 7 *** 15 Dad! You will always be the tallest in my heart, no matter what you look like! You will always be my role model in my heart. I remember when I was a child I went to the doctor, the doctor accidentally hurt me, I cried to eat snacks, when it was at night, most of the stores are closed, but you for my own selfish desire to run around for me to buy snacks, and then finally bought snacks back to the hospital after a lot of hard work. You look at me smiling and eating snacks heart also happy. This is my father, a dedicated, competent good father!
8. My father essay 500 words (demeanor description, language description, action description)My father is a middle-aged man just turned 40 years old, medium-sized, the first impression is a small eyes, but thick eyebrows.
At first glance, he is a man of wisdom. Dad multi-talented, but also very hard-working, especially care about me.
Dad is not only the piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and like sports, a variety of ball playing is quite good, he also passed these talents to me. I remember when I was three years old, my father invited me to the electronic piano teacher, due to my "clumsiness", the teacher did not teach, but my father did not give up, hand in hand to teach, a vacation to the teacher to guide, he was surprised, embarrassed to say "I actually reached the level of the fourth grade. "
Dad is also very hardworking, once, Dad wanted to open a piece of vegetable field in the yard, but the neighbors do not look good, said that this must not be able to plant things, but Dad did not give up, has been to the vegetable field watering, weeding, loosening the soil, fertilizer, and finally actually results. Dad let me give the vegetables to the East and West, then I respect my father.
When I was weak and sick, my father hardly slept at night. Especially when I was five years old, Dad has been with me in the hospital, looking at my difficult look, Dad sadly said: "son ah when you let me worry about ah"! Back home, I can't eat this, that can't eat, let dad is very anxious, at this time, I found dad's temples and added a few silver threads.
Dad is a biology teacher, but his science and chemistry is also quite good, two brothers often come to the problem.
Of course, people can not be perfect, Dad for some of my shortcomings and mistakes on the "yelling", I hope that Dad can change this problem. I love this versatile and knowledgeable father, although your "yelling" makes me a little annoyed, but I still like him, because he is the greatest person in my heart.
9. full marks essay describing the character of my father 600 wordsPeople often say that a father's love is like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not exactly as severe as a mountain, but 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.
When I grew up, I still remembered clearly how to go home.