My father is in his sixties, short and chubby, and his round face always has the brilliance of a man in his forties. Every time I go home to see my father, he can always reassure me that he is still healthy and strong.
My father works in a cloth factory not far from home. It is said that it is the most demanding job in the factory. There were originally three people in the factory who did this job. One of them was five years younger than his father and resigned because he couldn't stand being tired. So there are only two people left (in fact, in my memory, my father has mentioned that he is too tired to do the work, perhaps because our child can't help him find a better job, so his father has been doing it). Their task is to carry a ton of cloth to a car higher than their height and then transport it to the warehouse. I work like this for nearly ten hours every day, and I have to hurry to eat, otherwise I will push the goods and extend the shift time. If I leave work early, my father will definitely go to the fields to find a job. Every time my father talks about going to work, this year is much happier than last year. He told me that his boss gave him a monthly salary increase in 200 yuan this year. I know some arithmetic, but I can't figure out why my father is happy. Two people did three jobs, but only got an increase of 200 yuan?
In my memory, my father is always the one who eats the hardest at home, but works the hardest. Some people say that my father has been a coolie all his life, and he can't stop during the Chinese New Year and the holidays. My father said that the work in the field is endless. Even at the end of each year, I worked hard to finish the work in the factory for a year, and I rarely had a few days off. I also promised the steamed bread boss to help me with a few days of hard work. We always distressed to persuade him not to go, and he always smiled and comforted us. It's simple. Throughout the year, the steamed bread business is the busiest. It is common to work overtime at night, and my father has been with me until the thirtieth day of the lunar calendar.
In my ignorant years, I always quarreled with my father for some reason. I am a stubborn temper, and I always hate my father to arrange some farm work for me when I am busy with my studies. I always hate it when dad comes home from work and asks me to arrest him. I always hate that my father has to make me recite the whole book every semester, and I hate that my father always comes to my school in rags ... whenever I am dissatisfied with my father, I always find a series of extremely hurtful words to stimulate my father. Now that my father is old and I am mature, we have already erased these unpleasant past events from my mouth, but in my heart, with my own understanding, these experiences are like handfuls of steel knives piercing my bone marrow. I have a lifetime debt to my father.
Every time I see my father's nails, I always urge him to cut them. Under his fingernails, he deeply penetrated into the dark soil. My father said half jokingly, I can't live without dirt in my life. These dirt, really squeezed in my father's nails, penetrated into my father's nails, and that kind of pain has been stinging my heart. It hurts. My father's hand, in many ups and downs, touched the soil. It was his painful contact that kept me going from primary school to college. I am lucky to have a pair of hands as short and thick as my father, which makes me feel stronger and more practical than ever before.
Now, I have bought a house in the city through my own efforts. My father can always be proud of me in front of others. I think the most valuable achievement in my life is filial piety to my father.
My farmer father is a mountain.
On the mountain, there are rocks and thorny dirt roads everywhere. I stood at the foot of the mountain, looking up at the height of the mountain, like a respected giant, out of reach. What he showed me was a cold stone, a stern face; And weeds are beards that prick his face. I cringed and didn't dare to move forward.
Father is an introvert. He doesn't talk much, let alone amuse me.
I remember once I was admitted to the hospital because of encephalitis. At that time, my brother was still very young, and my mother couldn't leave, so my father accompanied me. Although I was very unhappy, I obeyed. I have always been a very good boy. The ward in the afternoon is very different from that in the morning. In the huge ward, it was just me and him. Summer is hot, and even though it is near dusk, the sun is still burning. Sunlight broke through the glass and turned the house into a huge stove. Under the stove was a bright red fire, dancing with the wood. Inadvertently, I caught a glimpse of his nose, and beads of sweat were jumping. No amount of gauze can beat flies and mosquitoes. One flies in, and the second and third follow. Buzzing around my bed, like a nagging aunt visiting the sick, so annoying. I pursed my lips with anger and closed my eyes. I imagined that if my mother came to accompany me, she would now politely hold a fan and drive away these annoying guys for me. We talked and laughed. How lively should it be? ! What about him? I just lean on the windowsill, hold a cigarette end, take a sip, and then spit out the misty fog. Spots of cigarette butts are like fireflies caught on weekdays ... The huge ward is slightly desolate because of silence.
Healthy days seem to pass quickly. Day after day, at school, after school, when eating, when sleeping, unconsciously, things are changing quietly. For example, my understanding of fatherly love.
Spring in the north is as rainy as ever. I don't know if it's bad or bad for my stomach. My stomach is churning and aching. The head teacher called my mother, and it was my father who came to meet me.
I sat behind my father, wearing a raincoat that really didn't fit me, but I don't know who angered the wind and roared as if to devour the whole world. Dad's raincoat was lifted, but fortunately, dad's tall and generous back stood in front. Wind and rain, for me, are all outside. I found my father's back so thick and warm for the first time. It suddenly occurred to me that there were so many times when my father stood in front of me and built me a comfortable nest.
Memories flooded into my heart like floodgates, and tears filled my eyes.
There is a kind of love, like air, invisible, colorless and tasteless, everywhere. When you clean the room and the corner, you will find it. It turned out that it was not the father's love that escaped, but that you forgot. Father loves squatting in the corner and sobbing gently.
Father's love is like a mountain, solid and deep. Please take a big step forward.
My father is very tall. He has bright eyes, a pointed nose and a big mouth.
Dad is a generous man. Once, he put his beloved pen on the table. Because someone called him, dad was in a hurry to leave, so he didn't take the pen with him. As soon as I saw it, I scribbled on the paper with my father's pen. Drawing and drawing, I don't know what happened, but I actually dropped the little round bead on my father's pen. I think I will be miserable this time. If my father comes back, he will scold me severely, and if he comes back, he will give me a good beating. What shall we do? What shall we do? There is nothing I can do, and there is no way out, so I have to leave my fate to my father. However, the result was beyond my expectation. After my father came back, he not only didn't scold me, but patiently educated me: "Son, you can't touch the things of adults. If you want to touch them, you must get the consent of adults. " Never break other people's things! "
Dad is also a helpful person. On one occasion, he did housework at home. Suddenly, he heard thunder rumbling. He went to the balcony to collect his family's clothes hanging on the balcony, but he saw clothes hanging outside in the neighbor's house opposite, and no one was at home. They all went to work. Without saying anything, he immediately ran across the street to help them put their clothes in the house first. Then, he went back to his home to collect clothes. At this time, the heavy rain has fallen. My own clothes are all wet. Later his mother criticized him. On the contrary, he criticized his mother for being selfish.
Then the rain stopped and the neighbors came back. Dad gave them clothes. They said, "Thank you so much!" Dad said: "nothing, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor!" You're welcome. "
What do you think of my father? He is really a generous person.
My father
A man picked me up with his strong arms. There is a man who built a warm home for me with his broad shoulders; There is a person whose body is not stalwart, but I can rely on it with peace of mind … that person is my father. Growing up, I never expressed my love for my father, and neither did my father. Because my father is a man of few words, he never talks about his love for me. But even so, through his eyes, his habits, his casual words and actions, I can feel that deep in his heart but never expressed.
One year in the final exam, I only got 80 points because I was addicted to the internet. When I got home, I was wondering how my father would punish me, but my father said to me strangely calmly, "Failure is not terrible, but falling down is terrible!" " Summarize the reasons for this failure, take this as a starting point, and strive for good results. "Then I analyzed the reasons with my father and helped me study and solve my problems. After my father's guidance and my unremitting efforts, my grades have soared. In the final exam, I tried my best and finally got the best result. When I got home, my father was ecstatic to see my score. The next day, someone mentioned this to his father, and his father stood up proudly. This is my father's proudest thing. At this moment, I saw my father's proud face.
My father, like a sail, is not afraid of wind and rain in the boundless sea. I remember that time, it was Children's Day. Although I am no longer a naive child, my father still wants to celebrate for me. Dad promised to give me KFC after work in the afternoon. I'm so happy. I looked forward to it, looked forward to it, and finally waited until my father got off work. I ran to the balcony in ecstasy and looked up. Oh, my God, the clouds are gathering, it's going to rain. It's really "the weather is unpredictable." Through the dark sky, I lowered my head in disappointment and thought: Dad will definitely not get wet when he comes back now, but he can't eat KFC. If my father buys me KFC, he will become a drowned rat. Well, my father must have panicked because of the rain. He must have forgotten KFC. The more I think about it, the angrier I get. It's really unlucky to be angry, and it will rain. Well, I sighed. The mother who is collecting clothes said, "Ah, it's going to rain soon. Your father won't go home, really." Ah, "Wow ..." When it started to rain, even my mother forgot, so my father forgot. "KFC"-"ruined". After a while, the doorbell rang. I opened the door in a hurry, only to find my father wet all over, dripping from time to time, with two bags in his hand. I clearly saw the words "KFC" and "Xinhua Bookstore" written on the packaging bag, but I couldn't believe it. It turned out that my father was caught in a heavy rain in order to buy me a holiday gift. I am both excited and sad. My father saw me in a daze and gently said to me, "Happy holidays, son." I was very moved. I took my bag, brought a towel and gave it to … I know that my father gave me some happiness for me, so I got caught in the rain. I also know that in order to take this opportunity to tell me, "You must be honest and trustworthy", yes, when I think of this, I think of sails. That's what fatherly love is. I'm sure you have one, too. As long as you want, your father will do whatever it takes to satisfy your wish. ...
My father's shoulders are our heavenly pillars, and my father's wrists are the safest harbor! I love you!
I have loved my father since I can remember, because he gave me too much love.
Although my father is not tall, he is simple and kind. Whatever he does, he always smiles. He is always meticulous in his study and work. He is so earnest and persistent. He loves me and is strict with me. What I admire most is his extraordinary memory, which really leaves me behind. At this point, my mother always says that I wish I were half as good as my father, and I always make faces at my mother.
Listen to my mother: "when I was two years old, my father put me in a stroller." At this time, my mother asked my father to go back to the house to answer the phone. Because the stroller didn't brake, even the car slipped down a small slope and turned over. My crying attracted my parents. When my father saw my head bleeding, he was so anxious that he shed tears and rushed me to the hospital for dressing. After I settled down, he took a long breath and kissed my head. For this reason, my father didn't eat for two days. " Now that I think about it, how much my father loves me!
In my study, my father always taught me: "No matter what you do, you must work hard, and the opportunities are equal, but the opportunities are only reserved for those who are prepared, and the pie will not fall at any time." My father often competes with me for endorsement. Although he has lost books for more than twenty years, I always lose in competitions. It seems that a lot of his knowledge is imprinted in my mind. Whether it is Chinese, mathematics, astronomy, geography or English, he is eloquent, which makes me admire him very much. He is also very strict with his work, and never puts off his work from one day to the next. Sometimes I look down and think, have I done what my father did? Under the inculcation of my father, I tried to do it. However, many things have happened, my grades have improved rapidly, and I feel a little sweet in my heart. Whenever my test scores are among the best, whenever I am praised by the teacher, I deeply understand my father's words, which are all warning me and full of love. It was my father who gave me the motivation and strength to study. It was my father who made me understand the importance of learning and the preciousness of knowledge.
In life, no matter how bitter and tired, he always thinks of me first. He told his mother, "Let the children have breakfast every day and form good habits." No matter whether it is windy or rainy, my father always comes to pick me up on time and never makes me late or leave early. My father controls pocket money very strictly, so he can't spend it carelessly. He leads by example and never eats snacks. But as long as it is for my study, my father is never stingy. I learned a lot from my father.
The person who helped me a lot in my study and life and gave me the motivation and direction to move forward-this is my father.