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My father loves me very much. But he doesn't take care of every little thing in my life like my mother, so that I often think he hates me. Whenever I make a mistake and get beaten, I often have an impulse to chop him to death with a kitchen knife. When I was beaten, I always wondered if I had anything to do with him.
I remember when I traveled to Beijing with the summer camp, my father didn't come to see me off, only my mother came. Seeing that other students are seeing my parents off, I think my father must have nothing to do with me, otherwise he wouldn't be like this, and he wouldn't come to see me off even if he had to travel far away. On the way to Beijing, I think my father must be celebrating at home now, celebrating that my generation of plague has finally left him. On the day I came back from Beijing, my mother asked me if I wanted to know why my father didn't see me off the day I went to Beijing. I said disdainfully, "He hates me, and it's no big deal." "No," mom said firmly, "you know what? Your father can't bear to part with you and has been talking about you at home. He is afraid that sending you will make him even more sad ... "When I heard this, my nose was sour and my eyes were full of tears. This is the first time I know that my father cares so much about me. It turns out that my father is caring for me with a kind of strict love.
The lonely side of a man
One night after seven o'clock, my father called back and said that he would work overtime and would not come back for dinner. My father works very hard and often works overtime. When he works overtime, he stays up all night. My father is much older because of overtime. Often sitting in front of the computer to work overtime, my father's eyes were extremely tired and his vision plummeted. It was my father who propped up our family! Thinking of my father's busy work and the loneliness of sitting alone in the office, I shed tears of regret that I didn't understand my father.
A man's proud face
One year in the final exam, I only got 24 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 won the first place in the whole grade. This is my first time to get an honorary certificate! When I got home, my father was ecstatic to see my certificate of honor. 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.
Father is jealous of his own fate, always stingy with eternal peace in the world, and always drives you into a roller coaster. No matter how scared and struggling you are, you will not stop easily, and you must be smashed to pieces.
It was a really hard time. Pain, depression, boredom … all pile up in my heart. My dear grandfather passed away. Father shuttled through the crowd, too busy to stay for a moment. I can clearly feel that my father is fighting back his grief, just like a tight rubber band, which will collapse at any time.
There are many people in my family, including villagers, my father's leadership, colleagues, and relatives and friends from afar. They came to mourn my grandfather and suggested that my father feel sorry for his loss. Father responded politely one by one. I know. He's shrinking. Several times, I saw my father silently walk to the basin, burying his face in the water and his shoulders twitching slightly. I gently took a towel to hug him, pulled him aside and wiped his face with a towel. He is as still as a deflated ball.
"Dad, let's get something to eat. I am distressed by you like this. "
My father looked at me with unfocused eyes and said, "Nothing, I'm not hungry."
At that moment, I was very sad. In my memory, my father is tall, majestic, indomitable and fearless. But what about now? My glasses are dull, my eyes are dying, my temples are gray, my cheeks are unshaven, and I am very depressed.
On the day of the funeral, my father changed into a set of all-black clothes, put on white mourning clothes outside, washed his face and shaved, which was very solemn. Father walked gently to the coffin, looked at his grandfather who seemed to have fallen asleep for a while, and gently adjusted his clothes with his hand. "Dad, you have been tired for most of your life. Go to sleep, don't freeze. "
I looked at my father, put my hand over my mouth and tried not to cry. I packed my clothes for grandpa. My uncle pulled up the coffin lid, and the coffin lid was about to be closed. My dad pushed it away and said excitedly, "Don't cover it yet, and I'll go to see my dad."
Uncle, uncle pulled his father, but no one could pull him: "Si Er, how can you let your father go safely?"
"No, I'm just looking, looking-"my father pleaded.
Grandma came over, pushed her uncle away and slapped her father: "You unfilial son. Your father is always so kind to you. Now that he's leaving, you won't let him rest. "
I went over and hugged my father. "Dad, come on, and us."
My father suddenly turned around, hugged me hard and cried. I heard the sound of broken strings. "Dad is gone, and Dad doesn't want me."
I cried, too. I hugged him hard and let him vent without saying a word.
After crying, my father kept a cold face and handled everything in order. Father changed back and became thoughtful. My heart stings slightly.
One day, my father said: "Fate is deep and shallow, and fate is scattered. I cherish fate. " I think he's over it.
Father's composition 3 Looking back on the scenes of the past, I find that my father is an eternal tree in the scenery of the years. -inscription
The past is like a cloud, and my father's figure always appears in my dreams. Looking back on the past scenes, I found that my father is the eternal tree in the scenery of the years.
Carrying a schoolbag, I know that the burden on my father's shoulders has added another weight. In order to provide for my school, he ran around, collecting wine bottles in the mountains and buying and selling brooms in other places-often taking the stars and the moon in the morning and coming home at sunset. Mother always gives him some biscuits and fruits, but every time he comes home, those things are always "returned to Zhao intact." He just shouted and ran out, regardless of his stomach. He will come home for dinner sooner or later. I saw with my own eyes how my father sweated profusely, pushing the "Dajinlu" bicycle that he had followed for decades and moving those heavy things up the high slope step by step. Father's legs are heavy and slow because he has walked many bumpy roads. Dear father, you are running around because of me. How can I not love your weather-beaten face? You have tasted all the sufferings in the world for me. How can I not love your haggard heart?
Bathed in my father's rain and dew, I finally took part in the work and my life was better. My father also changed a tricycle. I have a home at school. Every time my father comes to the market, he always doesn't want to come to school for dinner. He is afraid of bothering the doorman to open the door, which will affect my class, and he is afraid that the car will blame people. Alas, he always cares so much. Even if I come, I want to find an opportunity to give me an ideological lesson and teach me how to be kind to the elderly. He has always been afraid that I am not a good wife. Sometimes he finds that I have a bad appetite and says, don't worry about whether it's delicious or not, just eat it if it's nutritious. Make a plan before eating, and plan how much to eat must be completed as a task. When he saw that my mouth was on fire, he knew that I was impatient again and immediately advised me to relax. Alas, nothing can be hidden from my father's eyes.
Now the elderly father has another concern, that is, granddaughter. Every time I go back to school from my mother's house, no matter how busy or tired, he personally sends us to the car. Only once, he fell asleep after drinking too much and didn't send us to the car. The next day, he was stupid and came to see us specially, saying that he didn't see us leave yesterday, and his heart was very uncomfortable. ...
Ah, father's heart, you are always worried, worried about everything, worried about everything. When will your heart rest for a while?
Every grass and tree returns the sunshine in March with green, and birds respond to the blue sky and white clouds with euphemistic songs. How can they return their father's love like mountains and seas? Don't let him be my heart all my life and bear his 1000 tears? No, not at all. We should live well and go home often to give our father a round and round old age. Old loess, long road, let this fathers and daughters go with me bravely. ...
Father's composition 4 Father's love is a breeze in spring, which awakens the hibernating grass.
Father's love is a cool breeze in summer, which brings coolness to working farmers.
Father, I haven't said thank you for many years. Every time I see your dark face and snow-white hair, I can't help crying.
I still remember last year, when I asked you for living expenses, you searched all your pockets. There's only one 50 yuan bill, and it's still wrinkled. You gave it to me without hesitation. You said it was time to grow up if you wanted to eat well at school. Don't treat yourself badly! At that moment, your eyes seemed to shine, projecting all the light of hope on me. I didn't say anything, just put the money in my pocket. I don't know how you will spend this week, and I haven't thought about it.
Father, now I think my behavior is really stupid. At that time, our family was very poor, so you had to get up early for work and take care of the livestock fed at home. Maybe I will never forget your hesitation that day and my guilt and anxiety now.
Without you, how can a weak grass like me grow? Where will my lonely boat go without you? Father, you are the "nutrition" for my healthy growth, and the smooth progress for me.
Father, I salute you!
Whenever I recall the past, I can't help shedding a few tears. You once said that people who cry are the most spineless! I haven't seen you cry in years,
The flag fluttering in the wind is particularly spirited and stands tall and straight in the air. However, no one would have thought that it would have such a day because of the wind. Despite all the hardships, the national flag still goes against its will.
When I was young, I was too ignorant. Make you sad. When I was ten years old, I cried because of your joke. At that time, I took everything too seriously. I looked at the delicious food on the table and chose to leave. My mother advised me, but I wouldn't listen. You are really angry. You yelled at me a few times, and I timidly came out of the room to eat. I didn't notice that your wrinkled face was wrinkled, and your eyebrows were full of heartache and love. Only later did I know your painstaking efforts. I began to regret my mistake, but nothing will come back. One thing I can face is your bright smile.
In the meantime, I declared war on you, but you still concealed your age and worked day and night to pave the way for my future.
Father, I salute you!
Comments: Through the things between my father and me, the article depicts my father's most own love and my gratitude and respect for him. The details of life are slowly revealed by the little author, which is delicate and vivid, and the description of language and action in the text is also appropriate and full.
The article focuses on the word "respect" to write about his father, and through his own eyes, to write about his father. It is suggested that young authors make further revisions to make the center more compact and clear. I believe your emotional brush strokes will impress readers.
My father's composition 5 A man picked me up with his strong arms. There is a man who built a warm home for me with his broad arms, but his small body can make me feel at ease … that man is my father.
Growing up, I never expressed my love for my father, and neither did my father. Because my father is not good at talking, he doesn't talk about my love. But even so, through his eyes, his habits, his casual words and deeds, I can feel the love buried in his heart and never expressed.
I remember that time, it was Children's Day. Although it is not my birthday, my father still wants to celebrate it for me. Dad promised to buy me KFC after work in the afternoon, and I was overjoyed. I have been happy since he promised me, and he smiled.
When he was about to get off work, I ran to the window in ecstasy, looked at the traffic on the road and looked forward to my father's return. The weather gradually turned from sunny to cloudy, and I looked up. Oh, my God, the clouds are gathering, it's going to rain. It's really a surprise. I bowed my head in disappointment. If my father comes back now, he won't have to get caught in the rain, but he can't eat KFC. If my father buys me KFC, he will become a drowned rat. Alas, dad will go home because of the rainy day, but he will definitely forget KFC. I sighed. After a while, it rained heavily and I was in a hurry. Why doesn't dad go home and buy me a present? Ding-dong rang the doorbell and I opened the door in a hurry. I saw the rain dripping on my wet and thin face, and the rain fell on my hair from time to time, holding two bags in my hand. It turned out that my father bought me a holiday gift in the heavy rain, and I was both happy and sad. He smiled, and a few more wrinkles appeared on his face. I suddenly feel that he is old. ...
Father is like a sail, not afraid of wind and rain in the boundless sea. Father is the pillar of this family, a sky at home, and an indestructible towering mountain! How many days, my father has worked hard, struggled, worked hard, suffered hardships for our family, and my father has endured it! Tired, dad, bear it! We're in trouble, father. Hold on! For home, for me, maybe my father was wronged, maybe his father was helpless, but his father was like a mountain, and he survived. It turns out that all kinds of hardships can't crush his indomitable spirit!
Today is Father's Day. I want to say to you: thank you! I love you!
Father's composition 6 likes the true hero throughout. Every time I listen to it for so many years, I feel different. In fact, a song contains the life truth and life sentiment that you should know. Yes, in your heart and mine, we all have great or ordinary dreams, regardless of rank, and no one can trample on them. I graduated from national cheng kung university under the education system of China, but I really lost myself more and more in the process of growing up. As the years passed, I became more and more confused. What is life for? Have all our dreams come true? Are you still chasing your dreams?
Over 20 years, step by step. From a good boy who didn't dare to talk, he dared to smoke and drink later. From being the first English major in the whole school, I almost failed in the college entrance examination. Perhaps the terrible thing is that I am not as indulgent as some people along the way. I feel that I can still see myself clearly, see myself clearly. How many times, looking back on the road, there are regrets, regrets and unwillingness, but this is not youth. Like the love or youth we missed in those years. After graduating from college for more than two months, I feel that I have finally embarked on an derailed society. This is true, or people who are proud of elegance like me are not suitable for living in such a working environment. But the unpleasant things in life are not that simple. I am still walking slowly on the road of life. I don't repeat the rigid life every day like wood. At least I believe that good things exist, and I will stick to my dream until that day.
I don't know if I should miss the past, but I really answered the teacher's words. When you really can't be a student anymore, you will feel how happy and happy you are to be a student. Children nowadays are really arrogant. They feel unhappy, unhappy. I have experienced more than 20 years myself. I feel unhappy, but I am actually the happiest. Review the past and look forward to the future. Dreams are as hard to realize as fantasies, but what can you do? Only walk slowly and complete your life journey. And the dream is still on the road.
My dream is so empty that I can't compare with my father. His dream is so practical. My father's dream is to train his son and succeed. Watching him look forward every day, I feel really happy. His dream is me and my dream is him. I want to say that today I realized that my dream is my father. When I gave up my job opportunity in a foreign company and my monthly salary of 7K and returned to this small town, I understood. My dream is him, this old and small man. I love you, father. You are my biggest dream in this life, and the crow feeds back. Now that your children have grown up, you should be happy. In my heart, there is a dream that is still going on, inheriting my father's dream and moving on.
Father, you have worked hard. You are my dream.
My home is in an ordinary mountain village in Qilu. My ancestors were farmers with their backs to the loess. I remember there was a drought in the summer when I was twelve years old, and it didn't rain for dozens of days. Seeing that the corn seedlings in the field were turning yellow, my father was anxious and his mouth was angry. This is family food! God just doesn't rain, you have to rely on yourself! Dad wants to carry water to protect the seedlings himself, and so do I. Seeing my tender shoulders, dad is very distressed and won't let me go. I really hope to share some for my father. Finally, at my insistence, my father prepared a pair of small buckets for me. After dinner, father and son set off.
On the way, I met many villagers who were fighting drought. As they walked, they said that the seedlings in the field were getting worse every day, gradually turning yellow, and some began to wither. I hope it rains soon! Come to the well in the south of the village. Oh! What a crowd! Everyone rushed to get water and shouted loudly, the scene of labor was in full swing! This is unprecedented. At this time of drought, in my opinion, people are helpless and miserable! My father and I were finally filled with water. Father began to drain water first, and looked at me. I learned it from him and picked it up. After so many years, I have never forgotten that feeling! I am a little inspirational, and my tender shoulders can finally share some with my father. My heart is full of strength!
On the way, I can't change my shoulders like an adult, or I am a clumsy and enthusiastic villager. Nobody laughed. Just eager to impart experience, saying that it is good to choose more times. When you get to your own land, the road is curved. In order to save energy, we went straight through a field and went back and forth more often, so we stepped out of the road. Because of the drought, several seedlings were severely trampled.
Stepped on it, thinking that the owner of this field would definitely scold it when he saw it! I'll follow from here. But my father went the same way. Although my father was in front of me, I got there faster than him because I cut corners. At this time, the village next to Zhang Zi said that his father's nickname was really small. Honest and frank father's classic quotations smiled and said nothing. This land is too dry to water many seedlings. Carrying water back and forth in the hot sun overhead, my shoulders are red and swollen, and I feel that the water on my shoulders is getting heavier and heavier. I gritted my teeth and insisted. It's a long time, I hope this is the last trip!
Father saw me tired and asked me to have a rest. He travels alone. I am sad to see my father leave, and I hope I can grow up soon. I don't remember my father cutting corners from other people's fields until the last trip. I asked dad why you didn't take those steps, and dad said it would be a pity if the crops in the field were trampled! Land is hard to take, and it is not easy for anyone. This is my father, an honest and frank father! Good dad! I don't talk about life, but I teach my brother and me with my own words and deeds. DJ dance music
Father gave us not only life, but also these are precious wealth! Don't do good instead of evil! My father is a good man! May all good dads in the world be happy and healthy!
My father wrote eight special festivals for my father …
It seems that no one is more important than my mother … and my father is my life!
When I was young, I was most afraid of my father. I vaguely remember my sister's favorite sentence. Look, wait for my dad to come back!
It is because when he came back, there was little communication and contact between us, and there was no chance to throw a charm in front of him or hug him like a father and son, or be like friends …
Life is passing by. Like a thief, you always take away your most precious treasure in an instant … and childhood is fleeting when I am afraid that he will go home …
When I was in high school, my father easily got me into No.1 Middle School through relationships, and I received a better education like a duck to water. At that time, I began to have time to get to know him, including his work, his life and his love for me and my sister. He will send me hot water at any time in the evening, and he will have a hot, clean and delicious meal after school.
Others will think these things are normal, and I think at that time, not afraid to see him is the biggest change between us!
Grandpa broke his father's heart and left the world, and then grandma was hospitalized twice, and neither uncle nor uncle went home, so he could only be taken care of by his father. Waiting day and night made his face twitch. When he went to the hospital to see his grandmother, his father fed her water by the bed, and it was difficult to feed it into her mouth, but he continued to insist. My grandmother had a cerebral hemorrhage and was half unconscious.
My father is really fierce, because after my grandmother was discharged from the hospital, he stopped going to work and stayed at home with his mother every day. At that time, I went to high school again and went home once a month. Almost every time I see my father go with milk, every day, every month. At that time, my father was very thin, and the whole person seemed to shrink. He looks like a shriveled old man! And the condition of milk is slowly recovering!
Later, my mother had to be hospitalized for surgery, and my father took care of her in the hospital ... Later, my mother told me that a blood test was needed on the day of the operation, and my father ran back and forth, and finally all his shoes ran away ... barefoot on the cold floor tiles ...
Grandpa and Milk are all dead, and my mother is well. We all went to college, but he still guarded and guarded this family, because he loved us! Love this family!
It is said that my father loves mountains, and his love is more important than mountains … wider than the sea … and his love makes me feel that men should learn to take responsibility! Makes me feel great as a man, how can I support my family!
Today, my father is still alive, but we are not with him. I am in Shenyang, and my sister and brother-in-law are in Jilin. My sister and I should be his pride, a medical care and an education. He is glad that we often go home to see him, but because of work ... we can't go back ... I don't think this should be the reason why we don't go home to see his parents, so I cherish every opportunity to go home. ...
Once again, I saw my father helping my grandmother to go forward …
I think life should be like this, pay and take responsibility! And try to move forward! !
Today, I sincerely wish my father good health!
My father's composition 9 You are my pride. Although you are not a great man, it doesn't diminish my admiration for you.
You grew up in the mountains, and the power of the mountains flows in your blood. Destiny has obviously abandoned you, leaving your young mind in an ocean of pain. Perhaps you will be depressed from now on, your character will become a lonely habitat in ridicule, and your soul will be distorted in inferiority. But you have not been knocked down by reality, but have stubbornly fought against fate, gone through the morning and evening, and experienced ups and downs. You always face life firmly, forge a strong character and become a strong person in life.
You grew up in the countryside, and your ancestors left you an acre of land. It seems that you should "behave yourself" and make a living by farming. But once again, you flatly rejected this invisible arrangement and resolutely went into business. In the wind, in the rain, the years' meat cutters fell into their hands, carving calluses, sliding over their foreheads and carving wrinkles. You don't give up, you face it calmly, and finally hold up your blue sky.
You have peace of mind and don't pursue property that you get for nothing. When someone pulls you to the gambling table, you resolutely withdraw your hand. The attractive money seems to give you a unique feeling. Just like the cigarettes in your hand, even if there are more, they will eventually drift away with the smoke and eventually disappear. You don't like excitement. A cigarette, a cup of tea, a touch of sunset and a cane chair after dinner will satisfy you.
You are so silent, I didn't know that your love for me is higher than the mountain and as deep as the sea. Your love, my ears can't catch it, and I can only feel it after my heart collides. It moistens my heart like spring. Your every move, every word and deed is like a cross-world classic, which contains endless significance. Let me read it, with a long aftertaste.
Although you have read books and never left this barren land, it does not insult your wisdom. It is wise of you to invest your wealth in the next generation. Yes, you don't have a car, but you let your child have the heart to learn, and the heart flies farther than the car; You don't have a foreign building, but you let your children live in the hall of knowledge. As time goes by, the wiper will shine forever.
Ah, father! You are the sculptor of my soul, and you are the light that guides my soul to nobleness. When I fell, it was frosty and snowy. You told me to be strong and laugh at setbacks. When I was successful in my career, you warned me to be modest and not proud. You planted kindness in my heart, telling me to be honest with others and to respect the old and love the young. You put upright weights at both ends of my heart, keeping me away from evil. ...
Your thirty years old slipped away. At the age of 40, you also have sporadic white hair. You look a little old, but you will always be my hero and I will be proud of you.
Father's composition 10 On the road of my growth, my father is like a bright lamp. Whenever darkness comes and I am lonely and helpless, my father always illuminates my way forward with his warm light.
In my impression, my father is a busy man. In order to support the family and make my mother and I live a good life, he works tirelessly every day, because in his eyes, we are all his hopes and warm harbors.
What impressed me most about my father was his wrinkled face and calloused hands.
When I was a child, I didn't understand why other people's fathers looked young, while mine looked old. I didn't know until I grew up, which made me very tired. So now whenever I recall my complaints and incomprehension about my father when I was a child, my heart is sour. Somehow I thought of it.
Pick up the photo with my father and recall everything when I was a child. Tears flowed out involuntarily.
"Dad, why don't you pick me up? Look, all the other children have left. It's annoying to keep me waiting for such a long time. " I asked my father rudely. "I'm sorry, son, dad came late, because just now ..." Father stopped his bike to explain. "Shit, I don't want you to answer in the future." Before I could finish what my father said, I interrupted him with tears in my eyes. My father looked at me and took back his explanation just now. He just crouched down slowly and said to me, "son, dad won't be late next time." After that, he put me on the bike with his calloused hands and pushed the bike for a long time. ...
This is a scene from my primary school. Every time I think of this scene, I want to cry, because I feel that I owe my father too much.
I still remember when I was in the second grade of primary school, my father was busy picking me up as soon as he got off work, so he didn't come to change his work clothes. When my classmates and I lined up to walk out of the school gate, they all shouted at me: "Look at your father, his clothes are really dirty, hahaha …" I was so angry that I cried. I ran to my father, who took my hand and frowned and said, "Son, let's go home." After that, my father changed his work clothes to pick me up. Every time I recall this incident, I feel that my father is so considerate to me, and his love even exceeds that of my mother.
Now, although I have grown up, my father's care for me has not diminished, and his eyes are still shining with kindness. I understand that's because I am his all hope and he is my all strength.
On the road of my growth, my father's love has given me countless help and many selfless dedication. My gratitude for my father's love can't be described in a word, a word or even an article.
If I were a boat, my father's love would be a deep ocean. If I were a clear spring, my father's love would be that clear spring.