Essays or compositions about father

The cool breeze came and I shivered involuntarily. I stood up and closed the window, and a few drops of rain hit my face. I wiped it, but touched a scar on my face. The past gradually came to my mind... As long as I can remember, I have known that my father does not like to talk. In Xia Li, the neighbors were sitting and chatting together, and he just listened on the sidelines. When the wonderful things were said, all he could hear was his honest laughter. My mother was frail and sick, and my father was responsible for all the work inside and outside the house. His body and bones had long been deformed by the ruthless years. My father often went out to work and had no time to discipline me, which made me unrestrained since I was a child. I developed some bad habits. I often went to other people's orchards or vegetable gardens with friends from the neighborhood to steal things. Whenever I bring "trophies" home and my father asks about them, I always dismissively say they were "stolen." The veins on my father's face are clearly visible, and he apologizes to others without saying a word. , the naive me never understood the pain in my father's heart. Maybe there was a rift in our relationship from that time on. I admire people who are immersed in a world of wealth and indulgence. They exude a kind of decadent beauty. It is a kind of free and easy beauty that is neither sacred nor profane. I like to call it art, as wild as rock music and as unrestrained as graffiti. I think people who are between these two realms must have rebellion that is inconsistent with the world, and this kind of rebellion is those who dare not give up their "heroic dreams" but are overwhelmed by reality. Faced with " "Freedom" is elusive for those who hesitate and dare not move forward. Sad in the end, helpless in the end. Until one day, he went out to work as usual. Before leaving, he asked me to take good care of my mother. I ignored him and walked away. Not long after he left, Murakami’s friends came to see me at home to watch a movie. I walked into my mother's room. My mother was sleeping soundly. I closed the door gently and left. After the movie ended, it was getting dark. I hurried home, but I didn't find my mother in bed. I was so anxious that I looked around for my mother's familiar figure and breath. A neighbor came to me and said that my mother was ill and hospitalized. I ran to the hospital again with tears in my eyes and saw my mother lying quietly on the hospital bed. I seemed to be able to hear her even breathing, and the stone hanging in my heart fell. My father walked into the ward and pulled me out of the ward with an angry look on his face. He came to the end of the corridor and said, "I asked you to take care of your mother, but you ran out to play. Are you worthy of your mother? If Aunt Yang from the next door hadn't come to our house to borrow something and found your mother falling out of bed, you might have I will never see your mother again." I originally wanted to refute him. Maybe it was the rebelliousness I had developed since I was a child, or maybe it was the guilt I felt towards my mother. I didn't say anything. I just let out a "hum" from my nostrils, but my father heard me. He said angrily: "Why are you kid like this? You are not convinced even after I say a few words to you. You really don't live up to expectations." "Why do you only talk about me? How much care have you taken of your mother?" I yelled at him. My father was stunned immediately, tears welling up in his eyes. I could clearly see that his veins seemed to be motionless. Then he suddenly hit me in the face with his calloused and cracked palm. A burst of heartbreaking pain made me burst into tears. I covered my face and stared at him fiercely. My father took a few steps back, his eyes fixed on his hands that were stained by time. Suddenly, a bolt of lightning pierced the sky, and I ran out of the hospital. What greeted me was the strong wind and heavy rain. I ran home, squatted in the corner of the room and cried. I put down the hands covering my face, only to find that my father had staggered to me. He slowly squatted down, stretched out his injured hands, and gently He caressed my face carefully, and I stared at him blankly. His cold and handsome face became gentle. When I was flattered by his delicate care, I realized that my father was getting smaller and smaller. I felt sad and guilty for this sudden discovery. The distance from love to love is actually not that far away. It’s just that we grew up too slowly and discovered it too late. Thinking of his father leaving early and returning late every day, he had lost too much for his mother and for this family.

The tears of regret fell out again, and fell into the depths of my soul, washing my heart... Looking back suddenly, the memory was so clear, I could still feel the slight pain on my cheek, although it was just a small scar, But it added more colors to my life, some bitter, some sweet. He gave me more motivation when I was unable to do my best. When I was lonely, he gave me more warmth and comfort. I know that I have always been happy. , there is someone who will always accompany me.

Life in this world and growing up in this world all come from your parents. It is our parents who gave us life and nurtured us to grow. We should repay the kindness of our parents throughout our lives. , you can also contribute. There is an old saying that goes: "Filial piety comes first among all virtues." It means that honoring parents is the most important and first among all the beautiful qualities of us humans. It is a natural thing for children to do. Our Chinese nation has had this fine tradition of respecting the elderly for thousands of years. The ancient stories of burying children to serve their mothers and abandoning official positions to find their mothers are enough to make people sigh, but today's stories of donating kidneys to save mothers and dropping out of school to become mothers move us even more. Different eras interpret the same theme, that is, honor your parents and repay your parents. In fact, today, for us, honoring our parents and repaying our parents does not have to be something earth-shattering as mentioned above. As long as we pay more attention to starting from the small things around us and starting from bit by bit, we can fully fulfill our filial piety to our parents. I am very filial to my parents. When I am at home, I insist on helping my parents with a housework every day and saying a greeting to my parents. During holidays, I talk to my parents, beat their backs and wash their feet. Because my mother works, I don't have much time to spend with her. But when my parents celebrate their birthdays, I will carefully prepare a gift for them to make them happy. In order to fulfill our parents' expectations of us, we must study hard at school. When my parents are busy at work, I cook and do housework to reduce the burden on my parents. When my parents are sick, just like they care about me, I will pay attention to their health and bring them water and medicine. , ask for help. When I quarrel with my parents, I will make some necessary concessions. When I do something wrong or contradict my parents, I will take the initiative to admit my mistakes and apologize to them. I would often tell a joke with my parents and talk about my situation at school to reassure them about my studies. You can also contribute. Our parents have broken their hearts and sacrificed a lot for us. They are tired and need a chair to sit on; they are thirsty and need a cup of tea to quench their thirst; their hearts are tired and need a sincere heart of gratitude to comfort them. We should no longer feel that everything our parents have done for us is deserved; we should never turn a blind eye, be indifferent, or even resentful of our parents' hard work and infinite love. Because I understand the needs of my parents, I have to take action now, move my hands, move a chair for my parents to rest, pour a glass of water for my parents to drink; move my mouth, and say a sincere and warm word to my parents. , relieve their fatigue and dispel their worries. Honoring your parents turns out to be that simple. Something so easy to do will definitely make my parents happy, happy and happy. Why should I not do anything? Family affection is a comprehensive expression of a person's kindness, love and conscience; filial piety to parents and respect for elders are the duty of being a human being, a natural virtue, and the prerequisite for the formation of various moral qualities, so they have always been praised by people. Just imagine, if a person can't even honor his parents and repay the kindness of raising him, who will believe that he is a human being? And who is willing to deal with him? Therefore, we should use our excellent results and our healthy growth to Honor your parents and repay your parents. Gratitude is meaningful. Love keeps the world spinning. The dedication of parents is far higher than the mountains and deeper than the sea, but as us, we only know that when food comes, we open our mouths and when clothes come, we stretch out our hands. Let us become selfish and forget the contributions of our parents. Learning to appreciate others is one's own conscience and filial piety. Only in this way can there be harmony, happiness and mutual respect.

With a grateful heart, look at society, your parents, your relatives and friends, and you will find how happy you are. Open your mind and let the drizzle wash away the pollution in your soul. Learn to be grateful because it will make the world a better place and life more fulfilling.

The mountain in my heart. The father I see is a father who loves me in every possible way but is also very strict with me. Dad is a good helper for me to study. He mainly teaches me math and English. Every time he couldn't solve a math problem, he would explain it to me in a pleasant manner. Sometimes if I couldn't understand it, he would explain it to me over and over again until I understood it. When doing the questions, he would rack his brains to come up with more solutions for me. When I was learning English, he asked me to memorize every sentence in the book and write it silently for him. He also asked me to write down some sentences that the teacher didn't call me. Sometimes when I was lazy, my father would pull his face down and pretend to be angry to scare me. I remember that my father was angry because my writing posture was wrong, because I always leaned on the table to do my homework. When my father saw me, he would hit my head with his fingers. Every time my father finds something wrong with me, he will correct it for me in time. What he usually says is: "If you don't get rid of this problem, that problem appears again. It's really annoying." Dad is my mother and I's protective umbrella. One day in summer, the weather was very hot, and I was wearing a thin floral skirt. Suddenly, God changed his face, it was windy and rainy again, and the raindrops fell from the sky in strings like soybeans. I was shivering from the cold, my mother was shivering from the cold, and of course my father was no exception. But without thinking, he hurriedly picked me up and covered our heads with clothes. I was like a sapling in my father's arms, feeling very warm. Dad's body is tall and strong, protecting me and blocking me from the wind and rain. When I want to buy watercolor pens, automatic lead, erasers, and Barbie dolls, the first person I tell is my dad, because he loves me the most. He will buy me whatever I want, as long as it is for study. But sometimes my mother won’t agree. She says it’s too expensive and I don’t care about things. The first person I tell me what I want to eat is also my father. When I want to eat barbecue in the evening, my father will take me to eat. My mother sometimes refuses, saying that barbecue is unclean and bad for the body. My father and I also like to play games in the car. Sometimes we play ants climbing a tree, sometimes we play with sheep's hooves, and sometimes we play Malatang. Every time we play, my father screams in pain, but he doesn't complain at all. I see my father He looks so pitiful that his stomach is bursting with laughter. Dad really can’t laugh or cry! Dad is very busy at work, and sometimes he can’t see me for several days. He can’t do what he promised me. I lose my temper with him, and he says there’s nothing he can do about it, but I Now I understand, my father works hard and earns money so that I can go to school. Flowers are grateful to the earth, grasses are grateful to the earth, bees are grateful to flowers, and each of us should be grateful to our parents, for their good intentions towards us, and for their 100-fold care for us. This is father's love like a mountain and mother's love like water!