Dad flew into a rage as soon as he entered the door.

In the past, I was often beaten by my father. 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.

It was a cold weather. People put on thick winter clothes and still feel cold. After school at noon, I saw my father coming to pick me up and ran out of my grandfather's office in a hurry. Unexpectedly, there is a big hole in the rough corner of the down jacket I just wore. My father 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 for others. Suddenly I felt a cold wind blowing, and a cold air came. 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. When I saw my father, my heart warmed up. Dad, dad, you would rather catch a cold yourself in order not to let me catch a cold. At this time, it was my father's cotton-padded clothes, but it was 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, my father began to check my homework. Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You made a mistake in this question." Then he continued to check. After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. My dad was angry and shouted at me: how many times have I told you, don't be careless, don't be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he pressed my head hard. I glanced at him secretly, only to see my father's big eyes staring into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seemed to stand up. Really like a big tiger. How terrible!

My father is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I thought my dad was too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be mean to me, and the other is to be reasonable. I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "covetous", "furious", "furious" and "furious".

Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going. Once, when he was happy, I said to him, "Children are really unlucky. Cannot be cruel to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once." I think this is an opportunity for revenge. I first pressed my father's head, then pinched his neck, and finally held my breath and took a look at his ass.

Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father told me to relax my face, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, what a Donald Duck!" " When I was in a hurry, I squeezed my dad's mouth and he kept his mouth shut. When I can't see, I grab him under my arm. My dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth and said, "You are like Donald, you are a fierce Donald."

Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend. I am 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 couldn't hold it any longer. I tried to lift my eyelids and look out. Within sight, only street lamps stood there alone, emitting a faint light. The air was quiet, and it must have been late at night-the chaos in my brain had made me unable to tell the difference between innocent day and night, so I studied day and night.

Eye fatigue, slow response. 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 a cold like this. "Oh, it's my father who comes home from work at this time every day.

"I didn't fall asleep ... I just felt itchy ... and closed my eyes for a while." I still keep my head down to prevent my father from seeing my bloodshot face.

"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 behind him.

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, watched my father turn away and nodded deeply.

At this time, my father's words, which he often talks about, suddenly echoed in my ear: "Don't worry, son, dad works hard to earn money. Anyway, he will provide you with education."

Holding hot tea in my hand, feeling the temperature of hot air and the fragrance of green tea, chewing the words of my 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 full of beautiful spring and warm sunshine. If you want to ask which 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. After I took the bus, I found my father riding slowly. For several months, my father was so tired that my illness exhausted him physically and mentally. I accidentally found something on his head. I am old. I have seen the vicissitudes of time, the hardships of life and the traces of my father's hard work for me. Ah, my father hasn't changed, and my father's love has not changed. I can still feel his warmth and love.

It was one night in the hospital. It's very cold and it's snowing heavily outside. Dad brought me dinner after work, but I wanted to eat jiaozi. Without saying anything, he put down his cooked food and went out to buy me jiaozi against the cold wind and the snow. It's getting dark, windy and snowy. At this time, the snowman-like father walked and said. Looking at my father's kind face and touching his hand, I was moved to tears. "Dad, dad ..." I kept saying 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 concern 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 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 me seems to have grown 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 us, the motherland loves us ... This world, we enjoy being loved, we should learn to love. It is love that makes my life better. Let's create it together.

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

Do you remember? On one occasion, 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 was very wronged when I heard 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, I threw my certificate on the ground. I looked at the papers 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. I hope I can get your encouragement! Help me overcome the difficulties in my study. But you're just being 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 what I admire and talk about most 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 fat, but in my heart he is tall and burly. Dad is wearing a pair of glasses, and the wide glasses are shining with wisdom and kindness. Dad is cheerful and often hums some songs that I know or don't know. In his spare time, he will play chess and cards with me 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 learned and knows a lot of things. My father loves to buy books and read books. There are many books at home, several of them. In my impression, whenever I mention them, my father can explain them clearly to me, as if he had never stumped me. Sometimes in order to make me understand a problem, I often quote classics until I understand it.

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, so he repairs it himself. Even small household appliances such as washing machines, electric fans, clocks and watches have minor faults, and dad can fix them. Dad also has a good habit of observing things. On my way to school, there is a shop that makes sofas. Every day my father sends me to and from school, and I visit that shop. Dad actually secretly learned the skills of making sofas. He bought wood, nails, sponges, cloth and other materials to go home. Unexpectedly, in less than ten days, he made a sofa. 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 comes to my house 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 meat with potatoes, braised eggplant, braised pork, braised pork, bitter gourd stew (cucumber) ... even ordinary vegetables are delicious. You don't need to eat it. Just looking at the color and smelling it is enough to make people drool. You can eat braised fish with rice at one time. 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 also a strict dad, and training people is particularly scary. He is strict and meticulous about my study, never letting go of any mistakes in my study, and always relishes them. In life, he is particularly concerned, tolerant and protective of me. My mother often says that one of my father's words is "just get used to him!" "

I love my father and my mother. I love his study, cleverness and hard work. I have never heard him say anything grandiose, nor have I done anything earth-shattering. My father is an ordinary man, 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. Also on behalf of you, I wish you could come back and see me and my 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 and I don't know how tired she is. Mom doesn't know. Get some sleep? Mom doesn't know, it's cold now. Mom wants you to have a better life. At least it won't be cold Mom doesn't feel bad about herself. I feel sorry for my mother. After all, mother and daughter are connected. I feel sorry for my mother. Dad, listen to me, okay? 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 has 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. When my father looked at me, I was sad and left without looking back! At that time, I felt that my father was cruel and left me for work. Whenever my 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, "Wow …", and I began to cry. I smell bad breath. I kept rolling on the ground and my feet kept jumping up to my father. My mother looked at me and made me cry. I picked me up and washed my hands. After washing your hands, it's still a bit strange to sniff with your nose. I cried loudly. My mother insisted on sprinkling some toilet water on my hand, so I was willing to give it up. My father looked at me and smiled. How beautiful! Whenever I recall this, I can't help laughing. I still have the habit of smelling my hands. There is no father's figure, no father's 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! The blue sky is 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 understand that when I miss my father, my father must miss me, too. I know how important I am in my father's heart, because I am the only one in his heart! "Grateful heart, thank you for accompanying me all my life ..." Happy holidays, Dad!