My father's narrative

I believe that everyone will inevitably come into contact with or use the composition, especially the narrative which occupies an important position in the composition. Narrative style includes news, communication, travel notes, close-ups of characters, memoirs and so on. So have you understood this story? The following is my father's account carefully arranged for reference only, hoping to help everyone.

My dad narrates 1 What does a city depend on, with traffic, lights and nights like days? Yes, it is electricity! The appearance of electricity has brought changes to people's lives and made social life more civilized and convenient.

My father is an electrical repairman. He is usually busy. He only comes back once a week. Sometimes he is too busy to go home for weeks. I have never been to the place where he works. I only know that place is called Yiyuan Electric Power Bureau. Although I don't usually spend much time with my father, I like him very much. He is an example for me to learn, because he works hard and is very dedicated.

Once, my father's work place was flooded, and many telephone poles and electrical equipment were washed away, which seriously affected the electricity consumption of local residents. My father and his companions repaired it for several weeks before it returned to normal. Dad finally came home, and I found a dozen blood bubbles on his back! Dad said it was worn when carrying cables. Dad also said that there is little time to sit down and rest every day, and my feet are numb when I walk. ...

On another occasion, my father received a phone call shortly after coming in from work, then left in a hurry, and then didn't go home for two weeks in a row ... I asked my mother, "Why doesn't dad go home?" Mom said, "Because dad's work is very important and hard. Some trees grow too high, destroying the wires of telephone poles, and dad has to climb up the telephone poles to repair them; Some circuits were damaged when it rained heavily. In order not to affect the residents' electricity consumption, my father had to catch up with the rain to repair it ... "I think my father's work is really related to thousands of households!

Dad is only in his thirties because of overwork, and he already has a lot of white hair. My mother always tells me, "When Dad comes back, don't disturb him and let him have a good rest. Your father is too tired ... "

Dad is not only dedicated, but also concerned about his family. Although he is very busy at work, he will often call us and ask me about my study and how my grandparents are eating. Is everything all right at home? As long as he goes home, he will tidy the room and play games with us. ...

This is my role model, Dad. He is loyal to his duties and cares about his family. I love my father! He is an example for me to grow up!

My dad narrative 2 Everyone has his own role model, some are rich, some are scientists, some are stars ... and my role model is very ordinary, very ordinary, he is my father. Dad is fat, tall, wears glasses and has a round stomach. When I sleep, his fat gives off heat, which makes me feel warm and safe.

He is the "encyclopedia" at home, and also the "Baidu" at home, hey! Don't tell me, there is really nothing he doesn't know! History, geography, science and technology, law, finance ... everything. He likes reading, is particular about foreign famous books, needs to read better translations, and answers my questions patiently.

"Dad, do you think there are aliens?"

"It's hard to say, there should be. The universe was born11500 million years ago, the earth was born 5 billion years ago, and human beings were only 5000 years old. It is definitely not only the earth that has life, but our human technology has not yet developed to the point of discovering aliens. "

"Dad, what weapons do aliens use?"

"dimensional weapons."

"Dad, how do they live?"

"It depends on their technology. Maybe they only live on a piece of paper or a point, because their technology has developed to the 2D dimension. "

"Very profound, I don't understand. It seems that I still have a lot to learn. "

Dad is a good-natured and kind-hearted person. He never hits me or scolds me. He will teach me many things. He will put up with his mother's nagging and do his best for those who need his help. When I grow up, I want to be as knowledgeable, knowledgeable and fond of learning as my father, and form a good habit of learning from an early age. Be a tolerant, honest and positive man. Dad, you are my role model, the best role model.

My Dad's Narration 3 Inscriptions: The writer of this article is Li Qinyao, the daughter of Qin Li, a peacekeeping hero. The protagonist's daughter is only sixteen, but she is mature and strong. Dad left and the little girl grew up. During our stay in Beijing, Vivi's tearful smile made us cry more than once. She never cries loudly. When her mother and grandmother cry, she will go over and hold their hands tightly and say, I look like my father. Look at me when you miss dad! She said: Dad is an optimistic person. As his favorite daughter, she can't let him down. Speaking of his father from afar, Vivi was in tears, but with a happy smile on his face. Everyone who came into contact with her said: this child is amazing!

It's windy outside. I sit quietly in my room and look at the familiar and kind face on the wall. Suddenly I feel so far away. Where are you, Dad? My mother and I are still waiting for you, waiting for you to come back, throw yourself into your warm arms and feel the strength of your powerful arms. ...

For more than ten days, I only felt that it was a nightmare, which came too suddenly and was unacceptable; I came in such a hurry that I had no time to prepare; It's so sad that my mother and I have lost our way.

On my way home today, I habitually leaned against the window as usual, imagining that you could smile behind me as before and say, "Girl, don't go near the window, you'll hit your head!" " "However, no, in so many ordinary days, whenever I lean against the window, you will reach out your big hand from behind and put it under my little head, because you know this is my habit. I like to lean against it like this and look out the window in a daze. Would you like to follow me?

Dear dad, the Spring Festival is coming. Is there a Spring Festival in heaven? You don't have to work day and night in heaven anymore. In the days after I can remember, whether it is ordinary years or holidays, I always get together with my father. You always have too much work to do, and always give the rest to your comrades. Last Spring Festival, you finally came back from peacekeeping to celebrate the New Year with us, and the happy time of the family together was engraved in my memory. It takes four hours to go home from Kunming. I sat in the front row of the car, and you sat right behind me, singing and laughing all the way, and the breath of happiness filled the whole car. But I just don't make trouble, and soon I'm sleepy. I carefully tilted my seat back bit by bit for fear of crowding you. Your big body likes to be wide and big everywhere. But my little moves didn't escape your eyes. "Little girl, put your seat on me. There is still a long way to go. Get some sleep. " I listened proudly, smiled happily and fell asleep sweetly. On the way, you take off your coat and cover it for me. You must have thought I was asleep. Actually, I know everything, but I don't want to wake up at all. I just want to enjoy this warmth quietly. This warmth from you and your big clothes are enough to cover my thin body tightly, so that the air has no chance to sneak in.

You are always proud of having a little girl like me. In your eyes, I am your baby and your angel, although I am always giving you problems, although I will always be impatient with you.

Father's Narration 4 Listening to my mother, when I just learned to walk, my father often "lured" me forward with my favorite toy, but whenever I was about to fall, he quickly put down what he was holding, grabbed me and sometimes put some soft cushions in front of me to prevent me from falling. This is the embodiment of his love.

When I was six years old, my father taught me to ride a bike. Even though he has installed the training wheels on both sides, he is still worried and will still follow me. Gradually, my father took off the auxiliary wheels on both sides and let me practice cycling. Although I have fallen down many times, although it takes me a long time to learn a "new skill" every time my father teaches me, he never loses patience.

Fatherly love, like maternal love, is sometimes nagging and sometimes silent. Father's love is always by my side. There are many forms of fatherly love, and there are many sentences describing fatherly love, but I only remember one sentence: fatherly love is like sunshine, because sunshine can illuminate everything!

On Sunday, I finished my homework. It happened that my father didn't learn to drive today. I happily took my father's hand and asked him to play checkers with me.

Opening the chessboard, I carefully chose blue, and my father chose yellow at will. Quickly set the pieces, my father and I started a big duel. I picked up the chess pieces and walked first. Father slowly picked up a chess piece and walked in a completely different way from me. Even in the next few steps, our pieces were blocked together. "What should I do? I can't even move my blue chess. " I was so anxious that I was still gesticulating on the chessboard, trying to find a good way to go. But my father smiled, and it seemed that he had a plan. I looked at my father's expression and felt even more anxious.

Suddenly, I remembered the idiom stories of Jichang Society and Tian Ji Horse Racing I had just seen. Suddenly, I became confident and cheered for myself secretly. As long as I keep thinking more, I will find a good way. At this time, my father made me jump on purpose. Just as I was about to jump, I had a brainwave. No, it's a trap. Dad wants to use this jump to complete the next step. Fortunately, I didn't fall for it. I took a victorious step and blocked my father's back road. Dad gave me a thumbs-up and kept waving at me. I raised my hands excitedly and shouted proudly, "I finally won!" " "

Through this competition, I know that as long as I keep thinking more, I have a chance to turn defeat into victory.

My father is 6 years old, with short hair and a pair of glasses. Who could he be? He is my father. Dad likes to help me with my homework.

I remember once, I couldn't do a math problem. Dad knew, so he came to help me analyze this problem. Under the guidance of my father, I will finally do that math problem. Dad will ask me to do some problems in the future weekend. It improved my grades a lot.

Dad likes playing games with me.

Once, the sun was shining, and my father and I played the game of stepping on the shadow. At the beginning of the game, I took advantage of my father's inattention, quietly walked behind him, lifted my foot and stepped on it hard. "Ha ha, I stepped on your shadow!" "I'm happy to say, dad looked back and really stepped on it, so he stepped on my shadow, but dad couldn't step on my shadow, because my shadow would follow me, so dad couldn't step on it. My father and I were sweating profusely, but what we got was not fatigue, but happy smiling faces.

I played this game with my father, and I learned that only with light can there be shadows. The light is in different places, and the shadow will be in different places. What does this really mean!

Dad gave me a lot of love. I must study hard. I will repay your love for me in the future. I want to say to you: Dad, I love you!

My Dad Narrative 7 Once, my neighbor asked my dad to build a wall, and I followed him secretly. When my dad went, he began to hold rocks, one after another. Finally, the biggest stone was left. My father bent down and picked it up with great strength. I saw his persistent spirit, and I also ran to hold the stone, holding one after another. By the third time, I was exhausted and my back ached. I saw my father still hugging, so I said to myself, "Why doesn't my father have a backache?" An uncle came over and said that your father actually had a backache, but he still insisted. This is a kind of spirit.

Another time, my father was tearing down the wall at home, my mother was cooking, and I came back. Say hello to mom and dad. Mother said, "You light a fire for me." After a while, when the meal was ready, I went out to call my father for dinner. As soon as I came out, I saw that the wall was gone and cut down most of the bricks. I called my father in, then I came in and wolfed down a bowl. I also ran out and chopped for a while, and my back ached and I couldn't do it anymore. Seeing how much my father tore down, I remembered what the uncle said. In fact, your father's back hurts, too. I think: this may be a kind of spirit.

Ah! I have a capable father and a diligent father.

My father's narrative Mom and Dad are our first teachers. From the moment we were born, it was doomed that mom and dad would love us forever. Mom is the blue sky, dad is the earth, and we are a small sapling in the middle. Mom and dad protect our growth and accompany us to grow up, just like the blue sky and the earth watering and fertilizing young trees, accompanying us to tide over difficulties and grow into useful people.

Some people will say, what did your parents give you? What did it teach you? You said he was your first teacher. I want to tell him that my parents gave me a warm home, educated me, accompanied me and let me eat, drink and be merry. Although my family is not rich, my parents are always willing to give me the best. They also taught me to walk, eat, talk and so on since I was a child ... they have done a lot for me. ...

Everything mom and dad do for us is to have the life we want when we grow up. Although, sometimes they criticize me and beat and scold me, I know that these are all for my better growth. So I never blame them. I will only love them more.

I also want to say, have you done anything for your parents? They have done so much for us, should we give them something in return at ordinary times? Mom and dad are the people we respect most, whether we are ten years old, now or in the future. We should study hard now and honor our parents when we grow up. You can't be ungrateful People should be filial, loving and kind. These are the principles they taught me, so my parents are our first teachers.

My father's narrative 9 My father is 37 years old, with short black hair, some natural curly hair and a pair of glasses on his high nose. Alas, it's all because dad likes reading in bed at ordinary times. My mother told him many times, and he always promised verbally. After a while, he threw away what he had just said. So, dad "luckily" made good friends with glasses.

When I was in the third grade, my father paid more and more attention to my math. Once, I only got 65 points in the math exam. I think it's definitely over when I get home. My father will definitely treat me to "Fried Meat with Bamboo Board". I can't help shuddering at the thought. When I got home, my father's first sentence was: "How many points did you get in this exam?" I replied hesitantly: "6...65 points ..." I didn't expect my father to invite me to eat "bamboo tube fried meat" but he said to me earnestly: "Don't lose heart if you don't do well in the exam. Try hard next time and be serious. Dad believes in you. " After listening to my father, I am full of confidence. Listen carefully. I checked it repeatedly during the exam and finally got 98 points. I showed my father the test paper, and he nodded with satisfaction.

Although dad has only a serious side, he actually has a gentle side. Once, it suddenly rained heavily after school. I waited for a long time without waiting for my father to pick me up, so I had to run home with my head in my arms. When I got home, I was very angry. I asked my father, "Why didn't you pick me up in such a heavy rain, which made me a" chicken soaking "." Dad said apologetically, "Sorry, your mother is not at home. I'm afraid your brother will cry at home alone and go out in the rain to play with water. "So I didn't pick you up." After listening to my father, I didn't blame him. On the contrary, I think my father is a responsible and caring father. I love my father, and I love my family even more.

My father narrates 10 My father is studious, versatile and knowledgeable. He can cut, photograph and repair household appliances. Now a company is engaged in the research and development of plant-derived pesticides, and colleagues call him Huang Gong. Dad is very busy at work. As soon as he comes home from work, he will finish the housework as soon as possible, and then work overtime to get his technical information or help me with my homework.

My father used to be a teacher, and he often cultivated my ability to analyze and solve problems. Once, I was doing my homework and didn't know how to do a problem. Then I shouted, "Dad, come here quickly. I have a question I don't understand!" " "Hearing this, the father said," will come at once! "However, when my father came to me, he didn't tell me the answer directly. First, he asked me some related questions, and I answered them one by one. My father asked me to analyze these questions and find out the answers, which was really effective. I soon solved the problem according to my father's thinking! Dad is always like this. Every time I am inspired by my dad, I can make every question clear.

Dad can also repair home appliances. Once, our electric fan broke down, so I called and said, "Dad, my electric fan broke down. Come on! " "When Dad heard this, he immediately ran over and said," Ok, it will be fixed right away. "After that, my father took the repair tool, took the electric fan apart, measured it with a multimeter, and fiddled with it for a while. I don't know where my father repaired it, but the electric fan appeared. I saw the electric fan repaired and said loudly, "Dad is really amazing! Dad is really amazing! " Dad just said softly, "where, where, dad's skill is more than that! " "

Dad didn't like to talk at first, but sometimes after dinner, dad would tell us a joke or two, which was lively and interesting.

Dad! It's very kind of you, I worship you, I love you, my good father!

My father's narrative 1 1 My father's head is round, like a watermelon; A broad and bright forehead will wrinkle three deep wrinkles when you are unhappy; A pair of small eyes are even smaller when they smile, just like a crack in a shell.

Dad usually doesn't talk much, but he cares about me. Every day, as soon as you enter the house after work, look around before you breathe. As long as I don't see you, the first sentence is: "Where is Pengyuan?" Mother is impatient with his questions and always answers angrily, "Where else can I go if I'm not at home?" Look how nervous you are! "But dad still asks this question every day.

Although my father is very concerned about me, he has no patience when teaching me to play chess. My mother asked my father to teach me one trick at a time, and my father said, "No, we didn't have to be taught by others when we were young." We just play like this. " So, my father spread out the chessboard and asked me to play chess with him: "Come on, Kyle is above the sun, elephants can go to the fields, and cars can go on the rampage." He takes a step and I follow. I hesitated, and he said impatiently:

"How can you be so stupid?" Later, he yelled at me, "Come on, let's go like this. Oh, I can't even teach you. " Mom couldn't listen anymore, so she came over and said, "He just started learning. You must be patient and break it down step by step. " At this moment, my tears could not help flowing downwards. When my father saw it, he immediately changed his smiling face and approached me and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, my father was wrong." It won't happen again. " Don't cry, don't cry. "

This is my father. Despite his shortcomings, I still love him very much.

My father's narrative 12 My father is thirty-nine years old this year. He is tall and thin. He has black hair and big eyes under heavy eyebrows. His first impression is that he is humorous.

Once again, my mother wanted to make "braised small yellow croaker", but there was no soy sauce at home, so she said to her father who was watching TV, "Dad, go and buy a bag of soy sauce." Dad didn't want to go, so he said to me, "Daughter, let's cut rock and paper, and whoever loses will go." After some "fighting", saving the country's father still lost and had to buy soy sauce.

After a while, dad came back and watched TV as soon as he put away his things. As soon as my father sat down, I heard my mother shout, "I told you to buy soy sauce, why did you buy vinegar?" Dad had to switch to soy sauce. My father has the habit of reading for ten minutes every night. My father found a romance of the Three Kingdoms. He patted the dust on it and turned to the first page. He sat at his desk and read it. Hardly had he read a few pages when he burst out laughing in the room. I opened the door and asked my father, "What are you laughing at?" Dad asked me to sit on his lap. Dad said, "Look how interesting this Liu Beihua is!" I looked at it and it was really funny. I see my father reading fast. It turned out that he only looked at pictures, not words. Do you think my father is strange?

My father narrates 13 My good father cares about my life and study. In order to strengthen my nutrition, he must cook me rich meals on Saturday and Sunday. Come home from work every day and play games with me no matter how tired you are. Take me to exercise in the morning, not only to breathe fresh air, but also to exercise. Taking me out for a trip during the holiday enriched my knowledge. Study with me at ordinary times and teach me the meaning of idioms. Now I know many idioms, such as practice makes perfect, being of one mind and teaching others how to teach others how to teach. Teach me a few English words every day and teach me how to say everything in English. For example, when we crossed the bridge yesterday, my father taught me how to learn bridge. Encourage me when I am discouraged, face with me when I encounter difficulties and teach me how to solve them.

The first thing bad dad does after work is to ask, "Have you finished your homework?" . Every day, I was forced to read books with him, and I was not allowed to watch TV. Every time I hear my father open the door, I quickly turn off the TV and sit at my desk. Bad dad forced me to eat more vegetables, drink more water, eat less snacks and not eat McDonald's. Bad dad makes me go to bed early every day. Just after 9 o'clock, he asked me to sleep, whether I was sleepy or not. And he loses his temper when he meets small things.

I prefer my good father to my bad father.

My dad narrated 14, alas! Dad is smoking again. He is a famous smoker. He needs a pack of cigarettes every day. Smoke in the morning, smoke at night, smoke when boiling water, and even smoke in your mouth when you go to the toilet.

My mother and I both suffered from it. When we smell smoke, we cough and want to retch. I took a lot of scientific reports to reason with him, but he was indifferent. In order to stop this behavior, I racked my brains to tell him many times the examples of smoking endangering health, but he just wouldn't listen.

Once, when we ran downstairs by elevator, we happened to see a scientific report about the health hazards of smoking in elevator, so I confidently pointed it out to him: "Look! Smoking is harmful to health and not suitable for me to talk nonsense. There is a scientific basis! " But he turned and turned a blind eye. I got angry and began to teach him. Unexpectedly, he argued: "So many people in the country smoke, and I don't smoke alone. Doesn't that mean I haven't quit?" ? "I was speechless and had to submit to humiliation again.

After this time, he became worse, even angrier than before, and I ignored him all day. At this time, my mother also came to be my support group, and we chatted and scolded my father. This time, he seems to have some introspection and seems to smoke less. My attitude towards him has gradually improved.

Every time I see my father's yellow teeth and the smell of smoke, I silently say to myself, "Well, Dad, you don't know what I told you. Smoking is harmful to human health. Even the cigarette case says' smoking is harmful to health', and you are not unaware of smoking every day. It is not uncommon for people to be killed by smoke. If you can quit smoking, it will be a great thing for you and our family! "

My dad narrates 15 My dad is handsome and cool in my eyes. A pair of shining eyes, wearing a pair of glasses, broad shoulders, often like to use me as a barbell to practice weightlifting. Whenever my father pokes me in the face with a wire beard, I giggle. Dad loves me very much and treats me as a treasure, but if I make a mistake in my study, there are many ways for dad to punish me!

Once, when I was doing my homework in the house, I heard a noisy sound coming from outside, and my heart itched like a kitten, so I sneaked out. My dad found me looking for me when I was sweating and sneaking home against the wall. Dad was livid and said sternly, "since you don't want to do your homework, let's not study!" " Go and work with me! "

I followed my father in fear and came to a pool in his factory. He gave me a spoonful: "It will be yours in the future. Now you clean up the plastic in the pool and eat it after eating! " Dad said angrily.

What's so hard about that? I rolled up my arms and fished and fished. I thought it was fun at first, but soon my arm was like lead, and I couldn't lift it. I looked at my father with a straight face, but I dared not be lazy. Sweat ran down my neck and soaked my clothes. Looking at the plastic in the pool and the small pile I fished out, tears kept flowing: "Dad worked hard for me to go to school in the factory every day. He worked so hard, but he didn't know how to cherish good study time to make him angry. "

When I came out of the factory, I happened to meet my cousin on the road. Father said, "MengMeng, come home with me. Your brother will not go to school. You tore up your brother's book and piled it on the plane to play. " I heard a "wow" and burst into tears; "Dad, I did my homework. I must go to school when I write my homework in the future, and I will never steal to play again. " My father stared at my tearful eyes and said, "A word from a gentleman-".I bravely met my father's eyes and solemnly said, "It's hard to chase after you get lost!"

If I were a leaf, my father would be a big tree. If I were a grass, my father would be a diligent gardener. Under the careful care and strict education of my father, I am growing day by day. ......