Buff's cold joke

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.

My father

Everyone says that "only mother is good in the world", and I think dad is no exception.

Dad is tall, short, fat and thin, with big eyes, besides; And two big ears. Dad's hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess and playing computer. Dad likes to wear a suit, and dad also likes to raise fish and shrimp.

My father is also a helpful citizen. One day, it was gray and dark, and it was going to rain. Dad is in a hurry to go home. Dad saw Liu Laobo harvesting rice. Dad saw it and went home. He went over and picked up a broom to harvest rice with Liu Laobo. The two men are busy collecting rice and putting it into a big bag. Mr. Liu was so busy that he couldn't breathe and sucked. Dad asked him to have a rest and tie up the remaining two bags and reprint them from the powder. Please keep this sign. It really rained at a bad time, and it rained heavily with a crash. Dad didn't let the rain stop what he wanted to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place without rain. After doing it, my father has become a "girl-picking chicken". Liu Laobo asked my dad to go to his house to rest, and then go home when the rain stopped. Dad refused and braved the wind and rain to go home.

When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched dad's forehead. "Oh, it's so hot." . When Dad wakes up, many people will see him: relatives and friends, and people that Dad helped before. So many, Liu Laobo is here. Everyone says that dad is the best person, and we should learn from him in the future.

My father is such a person. Think less about yourself and more about others.

Dad's smile

People who know my father say that he is a serious man. He looks nervous all day and it is always difficult to see the day when it will clear up. Even my grandmother said that he had an unpleasant "bitter gourd face". Unlike my mother and I who laugh and laugh all day, as long as we have a little happiness, our faces will definitely turn into blooming flowers.

But it wasn't until one day that I found out that my father once smiled, so charming.

It was a Sunday afternoon, sunny and the sky was blue. My father and I went for a walk in Shi Mei Square. The square on Sunday is really lively, with old people walking, children laughing and young people laughing.

We strolled in the square, enjoying the relaxing and warm sunshine. At this moment, a ball rolled past us until it rolled onto the road outside the square. A 6-or 7-year-old boy chased the ball and ran to the road. "Danger!" Only to hear his father exclaim, a step rushed to the little boy. He grabbed, lifted and hugged the little boy to the side of the road. At this time, the car brakes on the road behind him were already ringing. People around us were stunned by what happened in front of them, and they even exclaimed, "That was a close call! What a close call! " The little boy's parents came to hold my father's hand and thanked him again and again, but his father just smiled and said, "Don't mention it, be careful in the future, don't let the children run around on the road."

At this time, I suddenly found that my father would laugh, and his smile was so charming.

My father

Dad, a man who has made great contributions to his family, but I hate him. Usually others take me out to play, but every time they take me out to play, it's the old family figure-grandma. But this time, I changed my mind about my father.

Dad is always busy. He always keeps saying to me, "Dad has something to do this week. Shall I take you to play next week? " Next week! "But his promise is always blank. Whenever he promised to take me to play next week, I waited for an indefinite extension. The children in our hospital always call me "poor child without father's love" behind my back, and I hate him very much. This title has been called since I was 8 years old until I was in the sixth grade.

1 1 On the first morning of the month, my father's voice came over the phone. He said he was waiting for me at the west gate and wanted to take me to play. I immediately ran out of the house and got on the bus.

After coming to the carnival, my eyes were fixed on the "coin on the chessboard". This coin is not so easy to throw. Although easy to aim at, the coin bounced off as soon as it touched the board. One shot is not allowed. I voted 12 times in a row, but I didn't get it right. "Come again!" Dad gave me a new 12 coin. I tried again and finally got one right, but the man looked at it with a high-powered magnifying glass and said it was almost done. Dad came to buy me coins again. As long as my coins are gone, there will be a big hand, holding the newly changed 12 coins in front of me and putting them in my palm.

Looking at my father's figure of 100 yuan in front of the coin exchange booth, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.

My heart trembled slightly, and then tears flowed into my mouth along both sides of my lips, and a bitter and salty taste penetrated into my heart. "Dad, I don't want to play." I said to my father who came to me from the currency exchange booth. "Don't cry. Why are you crying? No play, no play! Why are you crying? " Dad gently wiped away my tears. "I spent so much money on you ..." Dad interrupted me and said, "What is this? Don't I earn money just to send you flowers? How does a father make money for his daughter? " I couldn't hear what my father said later. I just feel that tears will flow into my mouth when my nose is sour.

Dad, I don't hate you anymore! Really. This is my father, and he is willing to pay for me.

My savage father

I remember when I was in the first grade, my math scores were not very good and I was often criticized. In order to let me learn math well, my father took pains to explain the test questions to me, made me listen carefully, kept me in the top three in every exam, and often got full marks in the final exam.

I have a "savage father" who is very strict with me and wants me to be a "favored son of heaven". If I can't do something well, his kind face will suddenly change, revealing a pair of terrible little eyes staring at me, which makes me very scared. At this time, I stopped at once, even afraid of the atmosphere, as if I had been drugged by the Monkey King. I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, my father will get angry, and his original roaring fist will be around you and hit the ground. It can't be prevented, and it tastes bad.

However, with such a "savage father", I have developed many good habits, honest, kind, diligent and studious.

I remember when I was in the first grade, my math scores were not very good and I was often criticized. In order to let me learn math well, my father took pains to explain the test questions to me, made me listen carefully, kept me in the top three in every exam, and often got full marks in the final exam.

I am timid by nature, even afraid of beetles. Barbarian dad, in order to make me more courageous, clamped the centipede's head with a clip and let me touch the centipede's body. I said don't touch it, just throw it in my clothes. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and touch it. Just when I touched the centipede, the centipede suddenly moved, and I jumped up and threw it hard. Dad took one look and frowned, as if to eat me. My heart suddenly sank. Well, I have to go to Tiger Mountain again. I finally felt it this time. Everything is fine, OK.

Savage dad sometimes plays with me like a child. At that time, he seems to be my best friend.

Once, my father and I went swimming. Just after swimming, it suddenly rained cats and dogs. Dark clouds covered the earth, only the sound of rain was heard, and people crowded everywhere to hide from the rain. I only wore short sleeves at that time. As soon as my father saw it, he took off his coat and put it on for me, leaving only one undershirt. At this time, a warm current welled up in my heart. I know what a warm current is, it is a great father's love.

This is my father, a veritable "savage father".

Thank you, Dad!

Since I was born in this world, I saw my mother for the first time, and then I saw my father, so I kissed my mother naturally. When I was a child, my father seldom took care of me and always worked overtime. I also understand where they get the money if they don't work overtime, but a child like me doesn't want to play with his father more, but his father is still so busy that he has no time to take care of me. Gradually I grew up.

In the later days, I learned to live alone and take care of myself. However, the days of meeting my father are getting less and less, and my father and I are getting farther and farther away. I usually only contact by phone. But I still know that my father still loves me. Although he is far away from me, he still cares about me and takes care of me! I stayed at home after the summer vacation. At ten o'clock in the evening, my father's cell phone suddenly rang. My father answered the phone and saw that he was frowning and anxious. I didn't know it was my father's unit that needed maintenance until I asked. So I said, "It's so late, I don't think I should go!" " ""No, this task is very important. I can't do it without going! " Dad said earnestly, I have given up! Don't say dad is really dedicated! Sometimes he is very busy. He gets up at six o'clock in the morning and gets off work at ten o'clock in the evening, without complaint! Recently, he has become more and more busy and his white hair has increased a lot. His health is not as good as before.

Dad! You will always be the tallest in my heart, no matter what you are! You will always be my role model. I remember seeing a doctor when I was a child. The doctor accidentally hurt me. I cried for snacks. At that time, most shops were closed at night, but you bought me snacks everywhere for your own selfish desires. Later, after a lot of hardships, you finally bought snacks and went back to the hospital. You are happy to watch me smile and eat snacks.

This is my father, a dedicated and competent father!

Dad's nagging

Every time I am wronged outside, I always hope my father will ask. People are really strange. Sometimes you don't cherish things at all, and you don't know how to cherish them until you lose them. But dad has been looking at me silently, but there is a trace of love in his sad eyes. ...

"Have you finished your homework?" "Why are you still watching TV? Go to sleep. " Look, this is my father-a nagging lover. Dad is only over 40 years old this year, but I think dad is much older, and a very simple thing can be nagging for a long time.

I remember when I was in primary school, once we went for a spring outing. In the morning, I got up early, but my father was earlier than me, and a bowl of hot rice was placed in front of me. After dinner, my father is packing for me. "Oh, how only brought a piece of ink stone? How can this work? " "I can eat one at noon." "No,no." With that, he threw the other one into the bag. "Wind oil essence belt didn't bring? You are carsick, take care. " "Just a glass of water? How can this work? Forget it, you can buy soda on the way. Hey, is there enough money? " "Oh, Dad, I'm full." By this time, I had finished my meal and was ready to go. Dad helped me carry my backpack, but at the same time he nagged, "Don't eat outside, there are many people in the street, don't leave things lying around, don't ..." "Huan Wang, hurry up." There was a loud cry outside the window. That's my classmate Xue Mei. I approached the window. "Oh, come down at once!" "Dad, come on, I'm leaving!" "Be careful on the road." "I see." I ran out and Xue Mei asked me, "What took you so long to come down?" "Oh, my dad's words are much more special. Tired of it. " We ran and talked. Xue Mei inadvertently looking back, "look! Your father is watching you upstairs! " I looked back, really, as if dad still had a lot to say, and there was nothing I could do.

I still remember one time, I asked my father a question that I didn't understand. My father told me seriously that I nagged for half an hour but didn't get to the point. I was bored and said to my father, "that's enough, it's endless." I've been nagging for so long, and I haven't got to the point yet? " Seeing that I was in such a hurry, my father said in a rage, "Speak a little more so that you can understand better. What's wrong? " I said impatiently, "Go, go, I won't let you talk." This time, my father got angry and slapped me. My face is burning and I really hate him in my heart. Since then, my father's nagging has been much less. He always works silently, or looks at me silently, and sometimes the words come to his mouth and swallow back. I saw a trace of sadness in my father's eyes. Since then, I always feel that there seems to be something missing at home. Is it nagging? Is it a warmth? Is it love? What is it?

Every time I am wronged outside, I always hope my father will ask. People are really strange. Sometimes you don't cherish things at all, and you don't know how to cherish them until you lose them. But my father always looked at me silently, but there was a trace of love in his sad eyes.

Once I was hit by a car because I was riding a bike carelessly, and my hand bled a lot. I am not happy when I get home. Dad saw it and asked questions quickly. I said, "I was hit by a car." My father was anxious, so he quickly rubbed my medicine and said to me, "Why are you so careless?" Attention! Fortunately, it is a minor injury. If it is a big injury, it would be terrible! Dad's nagging gave me great comfort. I deeply felt the warmth of my father's nagging. It is like a spring breeze, and it flows into my heart like a trickle. "

Baba cuisine

The sound of cooking came from the kitchen, followed by the sound of chopping vegetables, the sound of water flowing into the pot and the collision of porcelain bowls and pots, interwoven into a symphony of "kitchen band" ...

My father is fine, but he can't go out of the hall into the kitchen. Besides, he is quick-tempered and really makes a joke. Hey! It happened again last Saturday.

There was the sound of "banging" food in the kitchen, followed by the sound of "banging" food, the sound of running water rushing into the pot and the collision of porcelain bowls and pots, which interwoven into a symphony of "kitchen band"

Dad is like a spinning tornado. He was busy shredding pork before the vegetables in the pond were fished out. I didn't pay attention to the smoking oil in the pot.

"Oh, it's on fire!" I saw Ran Ran's flame coming out of the pot at the door, and I cried in surprise. After hearing the 180 degree rotation, dad put the dishes in the pool into the pot one by one, and the flames were suppressed. Wave after wave of Gang Po water level rises, and the water in the pool overflows like a flood without dikes. Alas, "the fire just went out and the flood came again"-Dad just put out the fire and forgot to turn off the water. But dad was unambiguous, and he let the water go after three or two times.

It's a close call. It's finally time to serve. But everyone looked at several dishes on the table and couldn't help sighing. Green vegetables turned into a mass of black "plasticine"; The crystal clear soup turned into a river full of "black boats"; Even my favorite tomatoes and boiled eggs have become dried tomatoes, and there is no water at all. Where are the eggs? Most of them have become "paste eggs". All these signs are telling us: "Dad messed up the meal again." I barely took a sip of soup and didn't want to eat any more, just like drinking sugar water. Dad switched the sugar and salt again. Originally, the food with sugar has become an endless "sea", all salty and bitter.

Dad ate his own "dinner" to lose face. We are all sad to see his reluctance.

Dad? lamplight

There is a lamp at the door of my room. Whenever night falls, the light is always on after I go to bed.

I'm afraid of the dark, dad knows. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, the light always shines evenly on my whole bed. The light is very weak, but in the dark, it brings me great light and security.

Bathed in the sunshine, I thought of my father. Because of the fear of the dark, the position of the lamp is located there. Every time, my father used to pass by the door of my room after work in the middle of the night, press the button, the light went on with a bang, and my father left with fatigue and satisfaction. That feeling makes me feel extremely proud and honored, which reminds me of another honor-

One day at noon, I was stubborn, refused to listen to any advice and insisted on washing my hair. I can't help it, but my parents agree. I don't know why time passed so quickly, so I brushed my head in a hurry. At this time, my parents shouted, "Dry your head before you go." I looked at the round clock hanging on the wall alone and bit my teeth. Ok, five minutes is enough. I rushed into the room, picked up the hair dryer and kept shaking it. Time is almost up, suddenly the door opened and my father came in. Seeing that I was so clumsy, he came to touch my still wet hair and grabbed the hair dryer to get it up for me. From the mirror, I can see that the tall father behind me is so dedicated and serious, just as he treats his work. But I really don't have time. I'm already late. I broke free and left my father alone in the room. ...

Back at school, I told my classmates about it, and they gave me envious eyes. "You are so happy!" "I smiled. When I got home, my mother told me that this was my first time to blow my head, and I was the first person. Suddenly, the word "happiness" appeared in my mind again. I was silent, savoring the word carefully. ...

The light is still on, which gives me a bright and stable heart. And dad is like this lamp, he gave me life, also gave me happiness, and that unique love!

Dad, you are really hard.

My father is in his forties, of medium height, with heavy eyebrows and eyes. He looks amiable and respectable. He is a factory director and works hard day and night for the normal operation of the whole factory.

I remember once, when night fell and my father didn't come back, I went to the window and looked out, but I still didn't see my father. At this time, the clouds were gathering, and it rained with a bang, making our family even more anxious. I can't help running downstairs. Just as I walked to the door, it creaked open. "Ah, it's dad!" I looked up and saw that he was soaked to the skin and had a few white hairs on his head, which was particularly dazzling in the light. Mother shouted upstairs, "Come and eat, the food is cold." I saw my father dragging his stiff legs to the dining table and sitting down to gobble up food. After a few bites, the phone rang and my father hurried to answer it. I can't hear the first few words clearly, only the last one: "OK, I'll go right away." Dad picked up his coat and was about to leave I took my father's hand and said, "Dad, let's go after dinner!" " Dad said seriously, "No." Then he rode away on a motorcycle. At nine o'clock in the evening, I went to bed before my father came back.

The next morning, when I was having breakfast, my father came back. His eyes were bloodshot, as if he had not slept all night. I looked at my father's bloodshot eyes and his eyes were moist. I thought: Dad works too hard!

Ah, I made up my mind silently that I would redouble my efforts and repay my father's kindness with better results.

My father

In my eyes, my father is a silent person, a person who loves me and loves me, a person who loves reading and writing, and a person who guides more than discipline. In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see it. May my father live healthily and I will always be his child. ...

Father is a man of few words When he was with his mother, he heard her talking all the time. My father just keeps smoking and answers once in a while, and most of them are just a sentence or two. When the guests came home, their father accompanied them to dinner, neither letting wine nor persuading them to eat. It is impolite to eat only your own food. It's the same for us children. He seldom asks about our study. He thinks that learning is our own business. Ask him if you have any questions. He also said that you should ask the teacher.

My father is a farmer, but in my eyes, many places are not like real farmers. My father finished primary school and dropped out of school because of poverty in the second grade of junior high school. Then he and several companions ran to Baotou without telling their grandparents, where they went to a technical secondary school for two years. Later, due to natural disasters in the 1960s, the school was dissolved, and my father returned to his hometown to continue to be his farmer. My father wrote a very good hand of calligraphy. Whoever has a wedding or funeral in the village always respectfully asks his father to be a cashier and write something down. Spring Festival is a busy season for my father. The villagers sent red paper to my house early and asked my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often, before the Spring Festival, my family has long been filled with festive atmosphere. When I was a child, my father asked me to learn to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. What format, how to call it and how to sign it are all taught by my father. Although I like his handwriting, I haven't practiced it for a long time, and it hasn't been shapeless until now. When I go home and have a drink with my father until I am happy, my father always points at me and says, "As far as you are concerned, you are still a Chinese department or a teacher. The writing is not as good as that of a farmer like me. " I can only smile and nod.

Father is a man who loves books. Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. There is really nothing to read, so I have to bring some newspapers. I remember my father bought books by himself, including Water Margin, Stories of Eastern Zhou Countries, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Three Stories by Feng Menglong, which were published in 1975. During the slack season, other men play cards or gamble, and my father reads on the kang. On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day. In the past two years, my father was dazzled, so he bought a pair of reading glasses himself and didn't forget to study. I sometimes look carefully, and the old man really looks like a literati. When I went home this summer vacation, I rummaged through the bookcases and found a set of "Wonders of Ancient and Modern Times" by the old man in Ming Dynasty, which was engraved in Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one roll is missing. I said to him, give me this book. Father said yes, but I can't see at all. My father often said to me with emotion, "During the Cultural Revolution, all the books left by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were burned while I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. It's worth it if you don't stay until now. " So I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "burning books".

I am a person who is not good at expressing myself. Maybe I will never tell them these words, but I know in my heart that I love them. Yes, Mom and Dad, I love you! May you live a long and healthy life forever! This is my greatest wish. I hope you can give me this special gift. ...

When I was a child, my teacher's favorite composition topic was: the most unforgettable thing, which I haven't written for a long time. On this special day, I experienced an unforgettable thing. Today happens to be Father's Day. It seems that there has never been such a festival in my heart. Valentine's Day, Women's Day and Christmas Day are almost every day, but Father's Day is left behind, which is very vague in my dictionary and ignored because it is different from others. Funny and knowledgeable, with no culture, he seldom communicates with me and can't help me in my study. So I didn't respect him since I was a child, thought he was incompetent, and even made fun of him with my mother and called him Buff.

Who sent me to the after-school tutoring class rain or shine, who worked hard for me in the hot summer, who saved the money for selling secondhand goods to buy me delicious clothes, but I will always be that shabby T-shirt ..... I have never found the most common family around me, and I always feel that I am standing next to happiness. In fact, happiness has always surrounded me. A family can be happy together safely, and happiness is actually so simple and happy.

It never occurred to me that a person's life is so fragile. You never know what will happen in the next second. I always thought he was in good health. Even if the cat gets sick, he won't get sick. Although he is not tall, he can always be relied on in my heart. I didn't notice his gray sideburns until today. He is old and ill. I'm really scared. At that moment, I recalled my usual wayward actions and felt ashamed and guilty. ......

Not to mention my mother, dragging her heavy body with us in the hospital all day. I think this is the power of family. I know that no matter how old I am in the future, I will always be a child who will never grow up in the hearts of my parents; No matter where I am in the future, they will always be the people who care about me the most; No matter what difficulties I encounter, my parents and my relatives will always stand behind me.

The more they say I'm useful and thank me, the more guilty I feel. Actually, these are all things I should do. My parents gave me life, and I can't repay it in my life. I can't thank you enough and I can't repay you. I'm just doing my duty as a Father's Day gift for my father.

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