I believe that we are all more familiar with the composition, especially the composition can not be ignored in the narrative essay, narrative essay is a narrative, description as the main mode of expression, to remember people, narrative, writing scenery, objects as the main content of the article. What do you need to pay attention to when writing this kind of essay? The following is my collection of father-daughter love middle school narrative essay.
Father and daughter deep middle school narrative essay Part 1Dad, you hurry up, it's going to be late! I've been in middle school, every time I go to school my father uses a motorcycle to drive me to go. Sunday night after dinner suddenly started pouring rain, I was in a hurry, fearing that the teacher criticized me.
I know, you take good things and wait for me! Dad in the room while wearing clothes while I said in the living room. I'm not sure what I'm going to do about it. It's raining so hard and the weather is so cold, it's strange that I won't catch a cold. At that moment, Dad came out of the room. He pulled up his pants, put on his slippers, took an umbrella and a raincoat and rushed downstairs with me. The rain got heavier and harder, and Dad's feet were soaked through, so how cold it was! Dad led me to the garage, only to see him put a set of raincoat, then said to me who was following behind, "Quickly get into the car! It might get a little colder later, just bear with it for a little while and we'll be there! I nodded and got in the car with my dad, who pulled a large part of the raincoat towards me, while he himself covered only his upper body and head, and thus set off. I watched, in my raincoat, with tears streaming down my face. In my heart, I cursed God for how it could rain at this time of the year.
The raincoat was warm, but Dad's feet and hands were soaked, and the road seemed much longer than it was. I lowered my head, dad's feet straight shivering, my heart even harder. Almost there, I wiped my tears dry, Dad parked the car in a place where the rain couldn't shower, and finally urged me: the weather is getting cold, add a little more clothes at school, don't catch a cold, you will catch a cold. The plain words moved me once again, that deep fatherly love warmed my heart, my flesh, the whole of my body. I listened to my father's words while looking down at his straight shivering feet. After listening to my father's words, I said to my father who was ready to go: Dad, go back and take a bath, and don't catch a cold, it will affect your work, I'm going! Slow down, the road is very slippery! Dad was not worried and said to me again. Ah! Father's love, how great it is! Turned back and looked at the back of the father left, once again moved to the heart.
Dad loves me, I love my father, we love each other, warming each other's hearts!
Father-daughter love middle school narrative essay Part 2
My father and I rarely talk, the memory of my father has too many things and busy, how will there be spare time to accompany me, so I once complained and even hated. But I was wrong, I know that no matter what time, the most concerned about me is still him!
The phone call to mom came a all sound, no one answered! Well, what am I going to do, my shoes are broken again, I grumbled in my mind. How about calling dad, but ...... forget it or call, the phone on the busy signal, but soon, "Hello!" A rough voice from the phone that came over, I rushed to say: "Dad my shoes broken ......" There was silence for a moment and said: "That's good, I'll send you over in a while, and remember to give your homeroom teacher that I'll be a little while call her again." Father said this call, and so I look to the phone screen, that side has hung up the phone ...,
To the door, a body type of slightly fat man with bloodshot eyes reclined in the seat, the hand is still holding my shoes! I quickly ran toward my father, my father saw me come and quickly stood up and said: "Shoes for you to send. ""But these shoes are too small for the owner and they have inner heights in them."" I muttered, Dad seems to hear, also seems not to hear. Just silent, looking down at my shoes that were being worn but were too small. Dad said, "In that case, let's wait until Sunday, now is not the time." Said and then look at me will take the broken shoes away, just that the back looks a little ...... anyway, some indescribable feeling, my eyes moist.
I can't help but write here for the father's back and words touched, it turns out that love does not need a thousand words to express, it only needs a simple condolences or action can be expressed, because it is love!
It turns out that my father's love for me is not less than my mother's, just did not find, so I have to cherish more after this I did not find before, but in the silent emanation of the father's love.
I love my father and my father loves me.
I need my father's love, and he needs his daughter's love even more. Some people say: "Father is a book, young children often do not understand the connotation of the book." But I have to say, I understand, I y appreciate the book of the sour, the book of the azure relatable ......
Father great, father upright. The father as a pool of water, I like a flat boat, arbitrarily stirred up and disturbed the calm of the pool, but the pool water is still pure. The father's eyes with me out, the father's eyes to welcome me back, spring and autumn, time like smoke, a wink of a dozen years, I'm youthful and beautiful, the father has a little gray hair, the body is not as good as it was before, but the love and compassionate eyes are still accompanied by a child, accompanied by a child back. The green silk can not carry white hair love, this sheepish love of the father, how not to make the daughter of the heart sore attachment.
Life is unfair, the father morning and evening ushered in is not the joy of harvest, but the father is strong, in order to his daughter, in order to his life's hope. Have you ever seen, in the father plowed the land, there are points of wet, that is the father's tears ah! Father for me to suffer, for me to suffer, father's hard work, only the daughter can best understand.
I need my father's love, my father needs my love more. He loves me only because I am his daughter, I love him only because he is my father. I will love my father twice as much as I love my daughter in the years to come.
Father's love is like a mountain, daughter is the grass on the mountain; father's love is like the sea, daughter is the fish in the sea.
I love my father, my father loves me more. If there is an afterlife, I want to be your daughter.
Father and daughter love middle school narrative essay Part 4
Dad has been on a business trip for half a month, in this period of time, I think of my father every day, I want to know that my father is used to living in Chongqing? I want to know if my dad is used to living in Chongqing. Is he healthy? Every time dad calls back, I have to inquire about his situation, but dad says he is fine every time. I know that even though he is very tired from work, he won't tell me a word. Because he is afraid that I will worry so that I can't study at ease.
Today I got a call from my grandmother, who told me that my dad would be back soon. I was so happy that I jumped on the sofa. I looked back at the door with an expectant gaze, how I wanted to see my father earlier! At that moment, I suddenly thought of a good idea with a twinkle in my eye. So I hurried into the study, took out a notebook, and wrote in red colored pencil, "Welcome home, Daddy, I miss you so much!" Then I put the book on Daddy's slippers again, and then put the slippers neatly in front of the door. I also put two flowers on the book. After I did that, I went to the couch and waited patiently for my dad.
Knock knock knock! Someone was knocking on the door and I knew it had to be Dad. I ran quickly to open the door, as soon as I opened the door, I immediately jumped up and hugged my dad, and said to him, "Dad, you're finally back!" When Dad saw me, he asked me, "How are you?" I said, "Yes, yes!" I let go of my dad to take a closer look, he grew fat, and that's when I breathed a sigh of relief, I thought he had lost weight!
Dad was about to change shoes, saw my masterpiece, he tightly put me in his arms, said fondly: "My good DiDi, dad have you such a understanding of the daughter, I feel very proud!"
The mother often proudly "warned" the father, said I grew up and she must be more pro, because we are women. Whenever this happens, my father will always look as if nothing has happened, but also very eager to come to a sentence: "With our father-daughter relationship, will not?" He will at the same time with his eyes to glance at me. He would glance at me at the same time, as if he wanted to get a definite answer. I, just laugh, in fact, the father need not worry, since childhood, I love to snuggle in my father's arms, only to let my father's big hands holding, I'm willing to fall asleep. My attachment to my father is even much stronger than to my mother. We used to leave my mother alone to go for walks, stepping on the "rustling" melody of the leaves, tugging at the skirts of the wind, with the moonlight on our shoulders, illuminating the familiar paths, and sketching out the shadows of the two of us. There were no secrets between my father and me: I told him about my ideals and shared with him the joys of success and the pain of failure; he told me the lessons I had learned along the way in the past forty years and, along with every happy or sad story, showed me a shortcut to victory that was hidden by thorns. And once I went farther, I would not be able to find my way, and my father laughed at me for being a roadblind person while helping me step by step to distinguish between north, south, east, and west. It is safe to say that without my father's compass, I would not have been able to find my way home.
With the echo of each footstep, my shadow a little longer, from the initial less than one-third of my father's length to his waist, and finally grew to his shoulders, suddenly thought of 16 years old, and my father has been up and down fifty.
My father said that he was really old, if you do not wear glasses, reading the newspaper is always a blur, so I recall the day I learned to ride a bike behind him to follow the run that sweaty look, think that everything really came fast and furious, as if it was last night's moon into today's sun. When my father put on glasses, I do not know, but watching my father grow old day by day, watching himself in his care day by day, my heart is sour, always feel that I stole my father's life, but never do something for him. Like being blown into the sand by the wind, my eyes suddenly have a kind of astringent dampness ......
I y know that my father took great pains for my growth. I also y know that our father and daughter deep love is like a high mountain peaks, the vastness of the sea.
My father will always love me, just as I will always love him.
Father-daughter love middle school narrative essay Part 6
"The world is only good to my father ......", whenever I sing this song, I will tearfully think of my dear father.
I remember it was the day before Christmas last year, the street was decorated with lights everywhere, and many stores put out Christmas trees and Christmas grandpa, and I heard my mom say that tomorrow is Christmas. "
I remember it was the day before last Christmas, when the streets were decorated with lights and many shops had Christmas trees and grandpas. I muttered in my heart, "It would be so nice if my dad could spend it with me". (Dad due to work far away in Shaoyang) so hastily picked up the phone to call my dad, I said to my dad, "Tomorrow is Christmas, I so want you to spend it with me!"
Dad contemplated for a while, and said softly, "Listen to the weather forecast, there is a blizzard coming down later today."
I capriciously said on the phone, "No, I want Dad to spend it with me. Otherwise I will ignore you."
Dad laughed on the phone, "You bad guy, how dare you ignore Dad, then I will come back, then see how I fix you."
"Oye!" I jumped for joy.
Time passed little by little, outside the snow more and more big, the ground has been white, and now it is nine o'clock in the evening, "Dad how not yet arrived" I muttered in my heart. Mom walked back and forth in the house, I can see that mom is also very anxious, I'd better make a phone call. I dialed my father's phone, my father said on the phone: "due to driving fatigue in the parking area to rest for a while, in order to open the warning lights for safety reasons, who knew that a sleep will sleep over the head, woke up to find that all of the battery's electricity used up, the car can not be sent up, and then, only to play the rescue phone, it is estimated that it will be another two hours to get home.
The night is getting deeper and deeper, the snowflakes like goose feathers falling from the sky, at this time the ground is like a thick layer of white carpet, just at this time, downstairs, far from the father's shouts, "old ice, Dad is back." Hearing my father`s `shouting sound I flew downstairs, saw my father all rain and snow, wet, my tears could not help but flow down, I hugged my father kissed again and again, the side said: "Dad you worked hard, you are the best father in the world."
Dad accompanied me to spend one of the most memorable Christmas in this life!
Through this incident, let me know that I will never be so willful again.
Father and daughter love middle school narrative essay Part 7
Yesterday was the daughter married three days back to the door, the morning sent away relatives in the field, the daughter and son-in-law sent away after dinner. I stood there looking at the daughter sitting in the car gradually away from the thoughts, inevitably not a sense of loss. Daughter left her parents to become a home another, from now on daughter is the person of the family.
As the saying goes: "Daughter is the mother's little coat, daughter is the father's lover in the past life." Daughter in the childhood, I had hand-sewn for her to sew a small dress worn at the time of the monthly section. When my daughter was one or two years old, I heard her mother say that whenever I was away on a business trip, my daughter hugged my pillow and slept on it.
My daughter's favorite thing was for me to take her out. Once, I took her to the head of the building to see the rice-planting songs, I led her and the neighbors to chat, a moment of inattention, found that my daughter disappeared, very anxious, looking around and did not find. Then I went home and asked my daughter-in-law outside the door, "Is the child back?" My daughter-in-law said angrily, "You took the child out and asked me where the child was?" At that moment, my daughter ran out of the house and shouted, "Daddy! Dad!" I was quite angry and wanted to hit my daughter, complaining why she ran home by herself. My wife said, "How dare you blame the child? At that time, the child could not find you, so she ran home by herself and shouted to me from afar, "My father is gone, my father is gone. I see you looking for her, let her hide, who had thought, she heard you talking and ran out."
Daughter into the nursery, go to kindergarten, are my transportation, school every day at noon and I eat with me in my unit, on the university also did not leave Jinzhou, looking for work is also in Jinzhou. Now that you are married, you can settle down in Jinzhou. I'm not sure how much I'm going to be able to get out of this, but I'm sure I'll be able to get out of it.
My daughter's filial piety is born. An hour to go to her grandparents' home, always ** take things, take a little less, she is not allowed. Whenever her grandparents come to my house, she always put their usual can not afford to eat a variety of small food are served to grandparents to eat. Growing up, I just hand scratched a small mouth, she is in the unit are assured, but also called to ask, so that I do not get wet.
My daughter's simplicity is famous. 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. But she knows that it's not easy for her parents to make money, so she never asked for this or that. One night, I picked her up from school passed by the supermarket, a moment feel sorry for my daughter, took my daughter into the supermarket, took out 100 yuan money shot at the cash register, said to my daughter: "Daughter, you according to the 100 money to spend, buy what are casual." My daughter turned around a few times, and finally came to the register with a $1 bag of potato chips. The cashier was very surprised and said, "I've never seen such a smart kid. Other children want to buy things, parents do not give to buy, then rolling on the ground. Your child let buy do not buy ah, this is how the difference is so big."
My daughter's intelligence is extraordinary. Many children take at least a week to learn how to swim, but my daughter was not too old to get into the water on the first day and can float up to swim on her own. Later, every time I went to the field with me and the children of employees of the system to play together in Dalian, on the Customs, Beidaihe sea, she is a small coach, teaching the little ones to learn to swim. My daughter learns to ride a bicycle is also the same day on the road, although almost hit someone else, but also have the courage and knowledge, a learning curve.
My daughter's character is excellent. Relationships with classmates and coworkers are exceptionally friendly, depending on her sincerity, kindness, and lack of selfishness. She is willing to give and help. When we changed our house and didn't have enough money, she immediately took out all the year-end money she had saved up for more than twenty years and gave it to her mother without saying a word. She never took money seriously, and when her mom asked her to give her money for something she bought online, she always forgot to put it away.
As a father, I am proud and honored to have such a wonderful daughter. I want to let the father's love into a ray of sunshine, so that the daughter's heart even in the cold winter can feel warm like spring; I want to let the father's love into a clear spring, so that the daughter's emotions even if the dust of the years is still pure and clean.
Dear daughter, I believe you will be happy in life!
Father-daughter love middle school narrative essay Part 8
A large bookcase is placed in front of the desk, flooded with dark brown light, through the glass, which is lined with rows of flowery and green masterpieces. Open the bookcase, the strong smell of ink pours out of the nose, which is mixed with a silk ghost warmth.
In my impression, my father is a workaholic, regardless of things at home, especially for me. I vaguely remember when I was young, mischievous, I fell through the knee, bright red blood gurgling out. I was so shocked and dumbfounded that I forgot about the pain. My father hurriedly helped me to deal with the wound, without saying a word, he went to work, leaving me sitting at home alone, bawling. I'm not sure if you're going to be able to get a good look at this, but I'm sure you're going to be able to get a good look at this.
On weekends, everything seems boring at home. Today, my father is on vacation, and I want to buy a book on a whim. I ran to my father and said, "Dad, I want to go buy books. Will you go with me?" After saying this, I thought in my heart: in the past, when my father was on vacation, he either slept at home or watched movies on the Internet, and never went out of the house, so he shouldn't agree with me today. "Wait for me for a while, I'll clean up the room." Father said with some fatigue. "What's wrong with father today?" I thought darkly, "Never mind, it would be nice to go out with me." I happily put on my jacket, ready to go ......
I was satisfied to hold a stack of books out of the bookstore, the road holding tired, then unforgiving into the hands of my father, walked ahead of himself, but did not notice the fatigue on my father's face. Back home, picked up the newly purchased book and read it with great interest. In a short while, they were tired, so they went around looking for snacks to eat. With a casual glance, I saw my father taking medicine in his room. Curious, I stared. I realized that my father was frowning when he was taking the medicine, thinking that the taste of the medicine must be really hard to swallow. As I watched, my eyes couldn't help but moisten. It turns out that my father is not feeling well, but I am still so ignorant, hard to let my father accompany me to the bookstore ...... I walked into my father's room, when my father is ready to rest. My tears were very indisputable flowed down, choked and said, "I'm sorry ah dad, I'm really ignorant. You have a good rest." Said, I walked out of the room, gently closed the door, quiet reflection ...
A burst of ink fragrance came to my nose, it turned out that my father had bought me a new book. I carefully took the book, bent my head into the book, sniffing the thick warmth ......
Father-Daughter Love Middle School Narrative Essay Part 9Time time slower, can't let you get older ...... "Hearing this familiar Father", it reminds me of an incident deep in my memory.
It was when I was five and a half years old, and once I was playing with a few friends on the gym equipment in the yard. Playing is happy, a careless, from the fitness equipment fell down, arm also bruised a large piece of skin, red, pain I wow cry. My friends rushed to find my father. After my dad came, I still sat on the ground, I reached out my little hand, wanting my dad to hold me up. But my dad not only didn't pull me, but also let me get up by myself, he said: if you fall, you have to get up by yourself. I was beaming and crying, and I got up very reluctantly. At that time, I was very incomprehensible, "Why does Dad not care about me at all, do not hurt me ah!"
Back home, my father cleaned my wound and put iodine on it. After a while, my mom came back, I feel very aggrieved, jumped into my mom's arms, cried and told her what happened, and said, "Dad is really stinky dad, do not care about me at all." Mom laughed and said, "Silly daughter, which father does not love his daughter, he just expresses love in a different way, he actually wants to exercise you, so that you are a little stronger."
Now that I've grown up, I also understand that my father loves me, but he just expresses his love in a different way. Dad, I will always love you!
Father-daughter love middle school narrative essay Part 10It is said that the mother's love is great, and all the articles I've seen, almost all of them are written about the mother, as if the father does not exist. But in my opinion, the father seems to be the most beautiful and brightest star in the world, and there is nothing more beautiful in the world than a father and daughter love!
In the summer vacation, I followed my parents to travel to Shenyang. When we went to the Guanmen Mountain rafting, the boat that my father and I were traveling on overturned in a rapid area. My dad and I were engulfed in water, and luckily I was quickly washed to the shore by the water. Looking up sharply, I saw the lifeguard, who pulled me up, but my dad was swept away by the water. I cried sadly and shouted for my dad, but no one answered, and I felt like the sky was falling.
After a while, my dad finally emerged from the water and answered me, which relieved my heart a bit. Later, the lifeguard took me to the finish line. After a while, the people who drifted with us went ashore in twos and threes, and mom also came up, but there was no sign of dad. Once again, I couldn't help but cry with worry and insisted on going to look for my dad despite the pain in my legs. A couple of uncles who were traveling with me found my dad and said that my dad had gotten on board and everything was fine. But the kids said there was a lot of blood on my dad's boat, and my heart shrunk. Later, I got on the boat and saw that my dad's feet were injured in many places, and I was very heartbroken. It turned out that my dad insisted on standing up from the water in order to save me, and his feet were scratched by the sharp and sharp stones in the water.
At that time, I strongly felt that although the father's love is not as easy to show as the mother's love, but the father's love for himself is not worse than the mother. And I, as my father's good girl, also love my father from the bottom of my heart. It's really a father-daughter bond!