Father accompanying composition on the road of growing up

In my memory, every growth is full of warmth and sweetness, because my parents' love accompanied me along the way. Turning over the growth record, I couldn't help laughing when I learned to ride a bike at the age of six.

When I was six years old, I saw my neighbor's big brother often riding a bicycle around the yard. I am envious and beg my father to buy one for me. Strike while the iron is hot and start practicing learning to ride a bike.

I jumped on the new car my father bought me happily. I didn't expect the handlebar to work at all, so I fell when I came up. I gritted my teeth and stood up and asked my father for help. Dad patiently told me the essentials of cycling: be bold, just hold your horses and have confidence. So, my father helped me hold the car, and I tried to ride it several times, and the effect was not bad. But my father's forehead was already sweating like rain, and then my heart was full of gratitude and reluctance, so I made up my mind to learn to ride a bike quickly. Just when I paused, my father encouraged me to say, "You can do it yourself!" " ! If you are afraid of falling, you will never learn. "I can't wait to live up to my father's painstaking efforts! I got on the bike trembling and the handlebars kept shaking. " Don't worry, hold on! "Dad said eagerly. After a pause, the car was finally under my control. Yeah! I shouted excitedly, "Dear Dad, I won!" "Son, let's take a picture. "Dad picked up the camera impromptu." Hey! "Dad burned my funny and happy expression with the camera; Burning the deep affection between father and son, witnessing the happiness that my father and I experienced together. Thanks to my father's help, I can ride a bike easily soon. I not only learned to ride a bike, but also understood a growing truth: no matter what I learn, there is always a process. If I make progress in spite of difficulties, I can succeed.

This is a true story of my growing up. These little things condense into a river of time, which makes me grow, makes me forge ahead and makes me full of gratitude.

Part II: My father accompanied me on the road of growth. For a long time, my father was the most important person to me. He is not only my family, but also my friend, teacher and stranger. He became the best supporting actor in my life, until now, maybe even in the future, longer than ever.

My mother always told me that when I was a child, my father kicked me around in military boots. I have always been dubious about this memory, because some of my childhood memories are blank.

I remember that after my father was laid off, he carried a bunch of strange things in their factory laboratory and did experiments almost every week, of course for me. Now think about the complicated formulas, principles and charts written on white paper. I have only a little knowledge of chemistry and physics, but my father always teaches me patiently like a tireless teacher.

My father's handwriting is beautiful, round and chubby. I love his handwriting very much, but my mother always says that his handwriting doesn't match the image and I can't bear to look directly at it.

In my family, I am partial to my father, and I even think that my mother's personality should be the opposite of my father's. In my impression, my father is very kind. On winter nights, he always warms me, whispers to me, lulls me to sleep and tucks me in. When I was about 1 year old, my father and I slept all day until my mother got off work. My mother saw the scene of father and daughter sleeping, and thought it was incredible that I didn't cooperate with her on weekdays. Why am I so cooperative with my father?

When I was in the first grade, my father went to work in Anhui. How much I miss him during his long-term work outside! When he came back, I cried and laughed and threw myself into his arms. The warmth of reunion after such a long separation was unforgettable in my life.

Once I woke up on a summer morning and suddenly saw my father in front of me. How happy that moment was! I gently let out a cry "Dad-"and then leaned down, but fell to the cold ground with a plop. At that moment, my tears were like a flood that opened the floodgate, and I couldn't restrain them any longer. Father, do you know how much you miss your children? !

It's late at night, I wonder if my father has fallen asleep peacefully, or is he still wandering in the laboratory, busy in the workshop, taking time out to miss his wife and daughter. I can clearly hear a train whizzing past my father's factory. The blue of night covers the mountains, and you walk alone.

The gears of time are slowly turning, and I no longer long for the hustle and bustle of reality. If I can hold the rough and powerful hand that accompanied me to grow up … I would like to immerse myself in memories from now on!

Some people say that fatherly love is silent. I have always felt that silence does not exist, and I have always felt that my father does not love me. My father has never been mentioned in my writing. On Father's Day, many people were writing about their father, but I still didn't say anything. I was a quiet bystander.

My relationship with my father became estranged, and I forgot when it started. I only remember that my relationship with my father reached the most rigid situation in my high school. In the rebellious period, I have a bad temper, and I lose my temper easily, and I want to get out of my father's sight more and more.

I think, many people should have experienced such a period on the road of growth. Gradually, my father and I became more and more estranged, and my father worked outside for a long time, so there were few opportunities to meet each other. I never understood my father's silence and thought he didn't love me at all.

I remember that on Father's Day, I didn't send him a blessing message, let alone call him. After many days, I called my mother, and my mother told me that my father accidentally hurt his hand, which was quite serious. I don't know why, at that moment, I had a strange pain in my heart, perhaps because blood is thicker than water. After all, I have his blood on me, and I think I actually care about him.

So I picked up my mobile phone and sent him a short message, just a few simple words "Happy Father's Day. Belated blessing. " . I didn't expect my father to call me back. On Father's Day, he asked me if I had forgotten. I was silent, and I could hear my father's joy in my tone. I simply told him that I should be careful and pay attention to my health.

Some time ago, my friend's father died unexpectedly. Seeing him talking about his father that day, he cried. That was the first time I saw him cry. He said that he regretted the cold war with his father for so long that it was too late to be filial to his father.

There is no denying that this affair with my friends has greatly changed my attitude towards my father. After experiencing some things, I gradually began to understand my father. Men generally don't express their feelings, but maybe we can feel each other with our hearts.

I've been looking for memories of my father recently. Although I don't get along well with my father, I found that he actually loves me. I remember seeing a doctor last year because of my throat discomfort. Because of the doctor's misdiagnosis, the doctor asked for a CT scan. There is a certain risk to my life, so I need my family to sign and accompany me. I called my mom, and my mom told my dad, and finally my dad came all the way to my city.

I still remember the day when I took the exam. My father looked at the agreement carefully before signing it. He carefully read the agreement word for word, and didn't write for a long time after reading it. I saw my father's hesitation at that time, and finally he signed it at my urging. I told him that medicine is very developed now, and the chance of an accident is very small. Besides, my life is at stake, so don't worry about signing it.

When I entered the CT examination room, my father always told the doctor to be careful when injecting drugs. I think he is more nervous than me. After thinking about it, I was actually quite scared at that time. That was the closest I got to death.

In case I am allergic to drugs and I am not rescued in time, I may never get out again. But with my father's company, I am not so afraid. When the medicine entered my blood, I found my father very anxious. When the machine slowly sent me into the tester, my father kept bowing his head. Later, I closed my eyes because I was too tired, and my father called my name nervously. At that moment, I deeply felt that my father actually loved me.

From then on, I slowly resolved my resentment against my father. I am used to silence, but I think I will care about him in my own way, such as sending him a text message and he will go home to buy him delicious food. In fact, he will be very satisfied then.

When I was a child, I dreamed that my father took my brother and me to his unit to play on a phoenix bike. After I woke up, I thought and thought. That should be the happiest time with my father in childhood.

My brother sits in front of the bike and I sit behind it. My foot was accidentally caught in the gear teeth. My father hurried out of the car to help me. Fortunately, there are shoes on my feet, and my feet are not injured. Along the way, father and son talked and laughed.

On the way of growing up, we need to feel the little things about our father with our hearts. Let's feel the silent fatherly love with our heart.

Chapter four: My father accompanied me all my life when I was growing up. Fifteen spring, summer, autumn and winter have slipped through my fingers like a happy fish. Suddenly looking back, I found my father holding my hand and growing up with me.

The memory of childhood has faded away, but my father's experience of teaching me to ride a bike is still deeply imprinted in my mind. I still remember my joy and curiosity when my father gave me a bike. I got on my bike clumsily, but it shook violently and I fell off at once. I looked at the sky and waited for my father to come back. When dad came back, I cried and said I didn't want a bike. Please touch my head and tell me to practice with me tomorrow. I got up early the next day. You taught me how to keep my balance. I can't understand it, but I don't know where I got the courage to ride it again. I don't know why I didn't shake too much this time. I laughed and cheered, thinking that I had learned, but looking back, my father pulled my back seat with great difficulty. I cried and shouted for him to let go, but it shook again. Fall down again. This time, I didn't cry, just patted the dust on my clothes and rode on it again. After many failures, I finally learned to ride a bike. Now that I think about it, it was my father who wiped my tears when I was crying, and it was my father who made me bite the bullet when I wanted to give up.

On the way of growing up, my father took my hand and taught me to persevere and succeed step by step.

Time flies, and I have entered the third grade in a blink of an eye. During the period of junior high school, I have failed several exams. However, my father is not as strict as the father in the book. He always communicates with me and helps me analyze the reasons. His kind words inspire me, and whenever I want to give up, my father's smiling face will always appear in my mind. It was my father who cheered me up, and it was my father who restored my confidence.

On the road of growing up, my father took my hand and taught me to face setbacks calmly and succeed step by step.

Birds have the wings of nature and roam the sky; Fish swim in the sea with mother's protection; The grass has the spring rain and dew, drilling out the land; I have you holding my hand, breaking through the customs and crossing the mountains!

On the long road of growth, he took my hand and walked step by step to the place where the sun rose.