An essay about pointing out that my father was too strict with me.

I used to be beaten by my father when I was not sensible. At that time, I even hated my father. One day, I asked my mother aggrieved, "Mom, my father always beats me. Doesn't he love me? " "Silly boy, how did that happen! Dad loves you very much, but he is not good at expressing. " Alas! But I can't feel it at all!

Until one day, I deeply felt the warm fatherly love, which still moved me.

This is a cold weather. People are wearing thick winter clothes and still feel chilly. After school at noon, I saw my father pick me up and rushed out of my grandfather's office. Who knows that the down jacket I just wore has a big hole in the rough corner. Dad saw it and didn't blame me. He just sighed and rode me to the darning booth outside the school gate.

Dad asked me to take off my coat and mend it. Suddenly I felt a cold wind blowing, and a cold air suddenly struck. At this time, my father, who is usually afraid of cold, quickly took off his cotton-padded coat and said to me with concern, "Yang Yang, put it on. What if I have a cold? " I am wearing a cotton-padded coat with my father's temperature. Although it doesn't fit, it still feels warm. Suddenly, I was moved to tears. However, at this time, my father stood in the sun wearing a sweater, rubbing his hands and stamping his feet. I felt warm when I saw my father. Dad, dad, you would rather catch a cold yourself in order not to let me catch a cold. At this point, I can't help looking through my wide cotton-padded clothes, ah! That is my father's cotton-padded clothes, but it is a warm father's love. It's like a warm current flowing all over your body.

How can you say that dad doesn't love me? Through this incident, I finally feel that my father loves me more than himself!

My father is a person who scares me and likes me.

Once I accidentally finished my homework because I was in a hurry to watch TV. After dinner, dad began to check his homework. Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, he then check up. After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "Why do you always make mistakes?" How many times have I told you not to be careless, not to be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he gave me a hard press on the head. I stole a look at him, only to see my father's two big eyes stare into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand up, just like a big tiger, which is terrible!

Dad is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I think my father is too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be fierce at will, and the other is to be reasonable. I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "eyeing", "flying into a rage", "flying into a rage" and "flying into a rage" ... My father couldn't help laughing.

Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going. Once, when my father was happy, I said to him, "It's really unlucky to be a child. Can't be mean to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once." I think it's time for revenge. I first pressed my dad's head, then pinched his neck, and finally gave him a hard blow on the ass. I didn't think it was enough, so I jumped on him and messed up his hair, and then I said to him, "You are unkempt this time." At this time, dad is like a big sheep. No matter how much I toss him, he won't get angry.

Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father let my face relax, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, it's really like Donald Duck!" " "When I was in a hurry, I choked my dad's mouth, and my dad kept his mouth shut. As soon as I saw no, I grabbed it under his arm. Dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said, "You are like Donald Duck. You are a fierce Donald Duck. "

Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend. I am both afraid of him and like him.

The footsteps of the senior high school entrance examination are getting closer and closer, and the students are desperately reviewing for the exam, which makes me in a high degree of tension.

But I dare not slack off, although I am exhausted; I really want to close my eyes for a while, but I dare not, although my eyes are already bloodshot.

I can't hold it any longer, try to lift my eyelids and look out. Within sight, only street lamps stood there alone, giving off a faint light. The air was silent, and it must have been late at night-the confusion of my brain made me unable to tell the difference between innocent day and night, so I studied day and night.

Tired eyes, slow reaction. I decided to take a nap for five minutes. But as soon as my head touched my arm on the table, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but in a trance, a pair of calloused big hands gently touched a few locks of hair that covered my eyes, and then gave me a push: "Son, how can you sleep here?" You'll catch cold. "Oh, it turns out that my father comes home from work at this time every day.

"I didn't fall asleep ... I just felt itchy in my eyes ... I closed my eyes a little." In order not to let my father see my bloodshot face, I still kept my head down.

"You are too tired, go to bed early! How can your body stand this? "

"Oh, I went to bed after I finished this topic. Dad, you've been busy all day. Go to bed first! "

Father left helplessly and closed the door gently.

But before long, my door was pushed open again. Father brought a steaming cup of tea: "Have some hot tea and go to bed!" " "

"hmm!" I took the hot tea, looked at the figure of my father turning away and nodded deeply.

At this time, my ears suddenly echoed with the words that my father often hangs on his lips: "Don't worry, son, my father works hard to earn money, and he will provide you with education anyway."

Holding hot tea, feeling the temperature of hot air and the fragrance of green tea, chewing the words of father's concern and comfort, tears could not help but flow down.

The hot tea in the cup is faint and fragrant, but it feels particularly fragrant when it melts in the father's love.

How can I let my father down by drinking this kind of strong tea with father's love?

Everyone's life is always accompanied by bright spring and warm sunshine. If you want to ask which ray of sunshine is the most dazzling? Some people say it's excellent academic performance, others say it's rich in materials … but I think the brightest sunshine is love.

Two years ago, I got a serious illness. My parents ran around behind my back, seeking medical treatment everywhere. From their anxious expressions and careful care, I deeply realized my parents' heartfelt love for me. One day, my father took me to the hospital by bike. I found my father riding slowly after taking the bus. For several months, my father was so tired that my illness exhausted him physically and mentally. I accidentally found some white hairs on my father's head. Ah, dad has changed. He is getting old. I saw the vicissitudes of years, the hardships of life and the traces of my father's efforts for me in him. Ah, dad hasn't changed, and the mountain-like fatherly love hasn't changed. I can still feel his warmth and love.

It was the night I was in the hospital. It's very cold and it's snowing heavily outside. Dad came to bring me dinner after work, but I want to eat jiaozi. Without saying anything, he put down his home cooking and braved the cold wind and snow to go out and buy me jiaozi. It's getting dark, the wind is getting stronger and the snow is getting heavier. At this time, the snowman-like father came over and said, "You are hungry!" " "Looking at my father's kind face and touching his hand, I was moved to tears." Dad, dad ... "I kept repeating in my mind," You are really my good father! "Winter is very cold, and everything my father does is like sunshine, warming my sick body; Like a warm current, it melts into my sad heart; My father's care supported my belief in overcoming the disease. After more than a month of treatment, I recovered and was discharged from the hospital.

I will never forget my parents' love, care and care for me. What can I do for them? I often ask myself this question. Even if I hang my shoulders for them, wash the dishes, sing them a song, go shopping and walk with them, I will feel comforted. Learning to be grateful and repay kindness, I seem to grow up at once: I study hard and don't let them worry about me; I struggled to wash dishes and pick vegetables so that they could have a rest; I often hum a ditty to make my family laugh ... I try my best to leave the most unforgettable time for my parents, make them happy and make them proud. I love my parents, and all the children in the world love their parents.

Love is a feeling, but also a feeling. My parents' love made me feel the surge of affection, the warmth of my family and the colorful life. Life is full of love. Teachers love students, friends love each other, our motherland loves us ... In this world, we enjoy being loved, and we should learn to love. It is love that makes my life better. Let's work together to create a beautiful space for love!

Dad, you are a good father in my eyes. You buy me delicious, beautiful clothes, my favorite books and so on. However, it's hard for me to accept that you hurt my self-esteem with bitter words. Maybe in your eyes, I have no self-esteem.

? Do you remember? Once, my exam results were very unsatisfactory. After you knew it, you severely criticized me and said, "If you don't study hard, you will definitely be worthless when you grow up." I feel very wronged when I hear this sentence. Dad! Can a quiz determine the fate of a person's life? I talk back, you hit me. At night, I lay in bed crying.

? Dad, don't you understand me at all? Dad, don't you want to know how I feel? These words have been hanging in my mind.

? Once, I won the second place in the fifth section of the national composition! I thought you would be very happy to go back with your certificate, but my father actually said, "Even if you don't do well in the exam, what's the point of getting second in your composition!" " "Say that finish, then throw the certificate on the ground. I looked at the certificate thrown on the ground and couldn't help crying again. Dad, everyone has their own self-esteem. I am also a child with strong self-esteem. How I wish I could get your encouragement! Help me overcome the difficulties in my study. But you are always sarcastic. I just want to say to you: "Dad, I have self-esteem, too!

? Dad, these words have been buried in my heart for a long time, and I finally said them today. Can you accept my suggestion?

In our family, my favorite is my mother, and my most admired and talkative is my father. I always support my father's opinion on what to discuss or buy at home. I am a die-hard royalist of my father.

? Dad is more than 1.7 meters tall, not too tall, and his figure is relatively fat, but in my heart, dad is tall and burly. Dad is wearing a pair of glasses, and his eyes are shining with wisdom and kindness behind his wide glasses. My father is happy. He often hums some songs that I know or don't know. In his spare time, he will accompany me to play chess and cards and tell me some jokes. At this time, I also took the opportunity to test my father's brain teasers, which often made us laugh.

? In my eyes, my father is very knowledgeable and knows many things. My father loves to buy books and read books. There are many books at home, several of them. In my impression, as long as I put it forward, my father can explain it clearly to me, as if I had never stumped him. Sometimes in order to make me understand a problem, I often quote classics until I understand it. It is of great help to my study. My habit of reading is influenced by my father.

? Dad's brain and hands-on ability are also very strong, and he does most of the work at home. The desk lamp, the power switch and so on are broken. He repaired it himself. Even small household appliances such as washing machines, electric fans, clocks and watches, if something goes wrong, dad can fix it. My father also has a good habit of observing things. On my way to school, there is a shop that makes sofas. Every day when my father sends me to and from school, I visit that shop. Unexpectedly, after a long time, my father secretly learned the technology of making sofas. He bought wood, nails, sponges, cloth and other materials to go home, but he didn't expect to make a sofa in ten days. The corner is still the "imperial couch". It's comfortable to lie on it and watch TV. I think it's better and more comfortable than buying it. An acquaintance calls home and asks how much it costs!

? Dad can also cook a good dish, which I think is the best dish in the world. Dad's best dishes are: fried pork with potatoes, braised eggplant, braised pork, braised pork, bitter gourd (cucumber) stuffed meat ... even ordinary vegetables are delicious. If you don't eat, just looking at the color and smelling the fragrance is enough to make people drool. Once I ate braised fish bibimbap, I said happily, "Where is this for people?" My mother stared at me when she heard this. I quickly went on to say: "This is obviously eaten by the gods!" "Dad's steamed bread and noodles are also delicious. I often stand by and take photos with my mobile phone while my father is cooking. Maybe this is very useful information when I learn to cook when I grow up!

? Dad is strict father, too. Training people is very scary. He is strict and meticulous in my study, never letting go of any mistakes in my study, and always stresses horizontal and vertical writing. In my life, I care, tolerate and protect. My mother often says that my father's words are "just spoil him!" "

? I love my mom and dad. I love his study, cleverness and hard work. I have never heard what he said, and I have never done anything earth-shattering. My father is an ordinary person, but in my heart, my father is the best father in the world.

Dad, you seldom work outside every time you come home. I just make a phone call when I miss you, but I seldom feel my father's love. Although you always give me a lot of pocket money when you come back, every time you go home, you just stay for one night and leave. You've never played with me all day. Your excuse is that my place of work is too busy to go back. You ask your mother to take you to grandma's house to play. On behalf of you, I hope you can come back and see me and your mother. You don't know. My mother worries about you every day, afraid that something will happen to you outside. My mother is much older. My mother didn't know she was tired. She doesn't know how to sleep much. It's just cold now. My mother wants you to have a better life. At least it won't be cold My mother doesn't feel bad for herself either. I feel sorry for her. After all, my mother and daughter are United. ? Come back, will you talk to me?

Because of you, I feel that the flower of happiness is blooming; Because of you, I have the will to make progress; Because of you, I can spend every day in happiness; Because of you, I am determined to surpass you ... My father loves Mount Tai and will not waver no matter the wind or rain; Father's love is like stars all over the sky, too many to count; Father's love is like an endless sea, so deep and quiet ... In life, most children ignore their father's love for us. Today is Father's Day, so let's talk about our father! In this special festival, I am actually not happy. Because my father is a workaholic, he wants to manage two factories by himself. Every time I watch my father go out with his luggage, I always hold back my tears and reluctantly say goodbye to him. The way my father looked at me, he was also very sad and left without looking back! At that time, I felt that my father was cruel and left me for work. Whenever a little friend says with envious words, "You are so happy to have a capable father!" At that time, I was proud of having an able father. I haven't seen my father for days. How much I want to smell his body, how much I want to hear his amiable language, how much I want to see his kind face, how much I want to ... Speaking of which, I can't help but think of the funny things when I was a child: I remember my father often put my little fist in my mouth, so I quickly took out my fist and smelled it, and I cried with tears. I smell bad breath. I kept rolling on the ground and my feet kept jumping on my father. My mother looked at me and made me laugh and cry. She picked me up and washed my hands. After washing my hands, I sniffed with my nose desperately, but it still smelled a little strange, so I cried loudly. My mother insisted on sprinkling some toilet water on my hand, so I was willing to give it up. Dad looked at me and smiled so sweetly! How beautiful! Whenever I recall this, I can't help laughing. I still have the habit of smelling my hands. Father's holiday is not accompanied by his father's figure, laughter, and even the sound of "tick, tick ……" on the clock can be clearly heard. I sat alone in the flower bed, admiring the beautiful flowers. Look! Those flowers are accompanied by relatives and happy together. Listen! In the blue sky, birds are chirping ... It turns out that three birds are singing happily. I looked at them with envious eyes! In the dead of night, I lean against the window and look at the dark night, but only the twinkling stars look at me. They seem to understand my heart. I can't help humming the song "Grateful Heart". Hum, hum ... I see, when I miss my father, my father must miss me, too. I know how important I am to my father, because I am the only one! "Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life ..." Happy holidays, Dad! Hope to adopt