Descriptive essay about dad being drunk

1. Detailed description of my father beating me when he was drunk

As long as I can remember, my father and my mother often fight. My father has a bad temper and always beats my mother. He often beat me, and my father was also a well-educated and highly educated man. I grew up with beatings and scoldings like this since I was a child.

My dad talks very little, both at home and outside. Although my dad communicates very little with me and doesn’t care much about my life, I still love him in my heart. of. Dad was drunk last night. He had been having trouble with his mother for the past few days. They haven't spoken much for a month. They each eat their own meals. I usually eat with my mother. Sometimes I try to mediate, but I can only... My father took action. My mother was in poor health and became ill because of my father's anger. I was also very anxious.

He drank too much last night. As soon as he came back, he tried to find ways to make trouble. Later, he threw away my homework. As soon as I saw his look, I lost my mind. I thought of those scenes from the past, and of him fighting. I went crazy when my mother looked like that. I scratched my father's face and even scratched his neck. Maybe I was too excited at the time. I didn't expect that I was so strong. I saw my father's There were small red marks on my face. I regretted it when I thought about it later. I love my dad. Whenever he comes home late every night, I have to call in advance and look downstairs from time to time. I am now Thinking about it, I really shouldn't have done it last night. I regret it. He drank but I was sober but lost my mind. I felt very guilty and uncomfortable. That feeling was even more uncomfortable than being scratched on the face. I really hope that my parents can live in harmony. My mother's life is not easy. She is not in good health at all. I prefer her in my heart. I'm sorry, father, and I will never do this again.

You can condemn me, I am not a good father's boy. Please accept it. 2. An essay about a drunken father

My father loves drinking the most, and he is known as the "Red Sun Drunkard".

That's because when he is drunk, his whole face will be red for the whole day. No, he went out drinking again.

In the afternoon, I came home from school. As soon as I walked in the door, I felt the aroma of wine. "Fragrant from thousands of miles away", the air sent the smell of alcohol to my nose.

I walked into my father's bedroom and saw that my father was sleeping on the bed, his face as red as a red apple. Oh my gosh! This time I drank harder than ever before.

Mom walked in with a bowl and called dad several times before waking up the drunk dad. Mom gave Dad a bowl of glucose water that had been prepared for sobering up.

Dad saw me after drinking and said, "Xinxin, don't you want to buy clothes? Let's go, I'll take you to buy clothes." Oh my God, my dad wouldn't go crazy with alcohol.

My mother just bought me clothes at noon today, and my father also gave money to my mother to buy me clothes. Did you forget so quickly? No wonder, Dad hasn’t sobered up yet! No, he fell on the bed and fell asleep again. 3. Essay about Dad being drunk (400 words)

Last night, my mother and I were studying in my room. Suddenly we heard the doorbell ringing. I asked, "Who are you?" He said, "I'm your dad." I thought his voice didn't sound like my dad, so I said, "Who are you? Are you the big bad wolf?" He said, "I'm one of your dad's colleagues," and then I Opening the door, my mother and I saw him supporting my father. Then my mother helped my father to the sofa. I brought him a basin for him to vomit. My mother said that I was a good boy who cared about my father. My father vomited in two basins in a row. When he went to the study to sleep, there happened to be a pot of flowers next to him. When he turned the corner, he sat on the flower. The flower had been bitten by a puppy. I took a towel and covered my mouth and nose with force. After calling out "Hua, Hua" twice, my mother helped my father back to the place where he slept. One of my little bears was still in the study. I tiptoed and quietly took the little bear toy back to my room.

I think it is bad for my father to be drunk like this. He promised me that he would never drink again. I just hope that his body will be healthy.

4. Essay about Dad being drunk (400 words)

Last night, my mother and I were studying in my room. Suddenly we heard the doorbell ringing. I asked, "Who are you?" He said, "I'm your dad." I thought his voice didn't sound like my dad, so I said, "Who are you? Are you the big bad wolf?" He said, "I'm one of your dad's colleagues," and then I Opening the door, my mother and I saw him supporting my father. Then my mother helped my father to the sofa. I brought him a basin for him to vomit. My mother said that I was a good boy who cared about my father. My father vomited in two basins in a row. When he went to the study to sleep, there happened to be a pot of flowers next to him. When he turned the corner, he sat on the flower. The flower had been bitten by a puppy. I took a towel and covered my mouth and nose with force. After calling out "Hua, Hua" twice, my mother helped my father back to the place where he slept. One of my little bears was still in the study. I tiptoed and quietly took the little bear toy back to my room.

I think it is not good for my father to be drunk like this. He promised me that he would never drink again. I just hope that his body will be healthy. 5. My father is drunk composition

My father is drunk

Yesterday, my mother took people to dinner for her birthday. Yesterday, my mother’s friends and relatives were all there, so I wanted to give him face. I didn't let him drink. Later, after the birthday party, my father started to drink like crazy. This time I was really wrong. I regretted letting him drink. This time he was not joking with my mother, but with me. I finally understood why my mother didn’t let him drink. There are two meanings. One is that it is harmful to the body, and the other is that it is so annoying and makes people speechless~~~~··~

Mom finished We went home together from the birthday party. I saw that it was only 8:30, so I was on the sofa preparing to watch TV before going to bed. Unexpectedly, my father made a joke as soon as he came up. My father has a characteristic, that is, he gives out money when he is drunk. , on the other hand, I also hope that my father will get drunk, and my father will give me ten yuan. It is this that makes my father joke, so I regret it very much. My father gave me ten yuan, and I was so happy. Later, my father He wanted to use the ten yuan to ask me to do this or that. He first asked me to open the door, and then he said: The door was unlocked, so I gave him 50 yuan. I didn’t agree with his little threat, so I When I was angry, I gave him 100 and 10 yuan, and immediately asked my mother to go there, crying~~~

Dad immediately came over and said: What's wrong? As soon as I flicked my hand, he came down and crushed the computer table. He kept coaxing me, but I was still angry. I ran to the living room to watch TV. Dad said he was not allowed to watch TV, so I immediately ran to sleep. After I fell asleep, my father came over and returned the money to me. I twisted my head like a stubborn donkey and ignored him. He said: You don’t want the money, here it is. I said firmly: No, if you don’t want it, it doesn’t matter if you throw it in the trash can, I don’t care. My father got angry and said, "Don't push me down. Don't ask me for money again." I said, "I won't ask for it from you. I'll ask my mother to separate the family with you. If you don't give it, I'll ask my mother for it. I don't care about your money." . When my father heard this, he left muttering and cursing, and occasionally thought of saying a few words.

The next morning, my mother gave me the money. I was still angry, so I threw it on the ground. We had agreed to have breakfast together, but because of this, my mother and I went. Grandma’s family just made peace.

Do you think dad is annoying when he is drunk? 6. An essay about a father who loves to drink.

My father loves to drink, and everyone who knows him well knows that.

It is well known among his circle of friends that my father can drink. For as long as I can remember, I have never seen my father leave the wine every time he ate.

Drink beer in summer, beer in winter, and liquor. My father’s favorite drink was the soju brewed by my grandfather.

Every Spring Festival, when my father comes home from other places, my grandfather always brews Chun Chun's shochu and waits for his father's return. Every time I see the father and son sitting together drinking, they always look particularly happy, chatting while drinking, and seem to have endless things to say.

Listening to this, you may think that my father is an out-and-out alcoholic. Oh! You are wrong about this! My father, he drinks in moderation.

Growing up, I saw my father drinking countless times, but I never saw him drunk. I remember when I was very young, I was probably three or four years old.

Every time I saw my father drinking, he would always clamor for a drink. I heard from my father that I was not afraid of him at that time.

My father was very fond of me and saw me moaning about drinking, so he simply let me pick up his wine glass and drink. I remember that when I first took my first sip of beer, I felt that the beer was very bitter and not tasty.

When I took the first sip, I cried and called my father a liar and the beer didn’t taste good. My father laughed and asked me if I wanted to drink again.

Later, for some reason, I also fell in love with drinking beer. Before I was afraid of my father, every time my father drank, I still had to drink with him.

Of course, I drank only a small glass, because my father told me that children cannot drink alcohol. I guess I am just a small exception! This continued until I was ten years old. During this year, I never asked my father for a drink.

I also gradually forgot the taste of wine and returned to the first experience. I felt that beer did not taste good and was too bitter. My father and I talk less and less.

Occasionally a sentence or two at the dinner table is also about learning. It’s strange that from then on, my father became a person that I was afraid to approach and that was depressing.

So I stayed away from him, and my father became more and more strict with me. I would be reprimanded loudly for an occasional mistake, and I was no longer as "tolerant" as before. As a result, I became more and more afraid of my father and avoided him.

At this time, I felt that everything about my father had changed. The only thing that remains unchanged is the glass of wine on the table.

However, this time, my father was drunk and very sad. After I quarreled with my mother over some trivial matters, I actually ran away from home.

After wandering for four days and four nights in that unfamiliar city, my father found me in a panic. He didn't say anything. After taking me home to take a shower, he got in the car and took me to a famous nearby restaurant.

We ordered a large table of dishes. In my opinion, the food was far beyond our appetite. He ordered a few more beers.

All of this was beyond my expectation. I thought he would scold me or even beat me up.

But no. He opened a bottle of wine, put a glass in front of me, poured a glass into the glass, and said, "Drink!" "I didn't dare to move.

He then said, "Drink. Finish this glass of wine and fill your stomach before saying anything else. "The hops in the wine glass were rolling, very much like my mood at this time.

My father picked up his wine glass and drank it in one gulp. I picked up the wine glass with trembling hands and took a small sip, still feeling It's very bitter.

Since I haven't had a good meal for a long time, I put down the wine glass and picked up the chopsticks to wolf down. My father kept drinking one cup after another, and his face became more and more rosy. I had a feeling that he was going to be drunk tonight.

Suddenly my father stopped, looked at me and said, "Tell me, why is this happening?" "I put down my chopsticks and looked at my father. At this time, there were four empty wine bottles in front of him. I don't know where I got the courage to express all the emotions I had suppressed for many years in front of my father who was already a little drunk: " I didn't think about it, but I didn't understand why you have been more and more harsh on me over the years. They all said it was for my own good, for my own good? But since I was ten years old, when have you celebrated my birthday with me or had a good conversation with me? The conversation between us seems to be just "you study hard and I will buy you whatever you want."

But you and your mother only know how to make money to support me and my sister and me. I know you love me, but what my sister and I need is not only this material love, but also spiritual love.

I also know that my sister and I have become more and more disobedient in recent years. Spend money lavishly.

Some students are envious, but I envy them even more because they have more love and happiness than me. "After saying this in one breath, I seemed to feel a lot more relaxed.

But my father's face looked more solemn and a bit scary. "Waiter, some more bottles of wine. "

The father shouted. The waiter brought four bottles of beer.

The father opened one of the bottles, picked up the bottle and drank. "Dad! Don't drink any more. ”

Looking at my father’s face getting redder and redder, I felt a little worried, worried that drinking too much would harm his health.

"Dad is okay. Dad understands now that I was wrong before. Dad is sorry for you."

My father put down the bottle of wine and said to me. I don't know why, my nose felt sore and I shed tears.

I suddenly discovered that my father was getting older and the wrinkles on his forehead were deeper and denser. I couldn't help but feel a trace of guilt in my heart. My father had paid too much for us.

And I... "Dad! I'm sorry for you. Don't drink anymore. Drinking too much will hurt your body."

I whispered. At this time, the father's hand that was about to take the wine bottle stopped, slowly put down his hand, and said, "Let's go! Let's go home!" The father stood up, swayed, and held the table with his hands to support himself. After paying the bill, I helped my father out of the restaurant.

I think my father drank too much and must not be able to drive. So I used my father's cell phone to call my uncle. After a while, my uncle came.

He drove my father and I back. My father went home and fell asleep for two days and two nights.

This was the first time I saw my father drunk. I believe it was also the last time I got drunk.

Really! Believe me, your daughter will never make you so sad again! Sorry, father! "Drinking too much alcohol will harm your body!". 7. Dad, please don’t drink. Composition

[Dad, please don’t drink. Composition] Dad, please don’t drink. One day, my father was drunk on his birthday. His face was red and he was talking nonsense. Seeing this situation, I cried, Dad, please don’t drink. I remembered that my father said that I was not allowed to eat sweets, so I made an agreement with my father that if I don’t eat sweets, he can’t drink. If I have friends, I can only drink at most. Two glasses. Whenever I saw my father drinking, I would grab the glass and not allow him to drink. But one time when I called my father, I found that he was drinking again. As he spoke, tears fell down: " Dad, didn't we agree not to drink?" Dad immediately said, "Good boy, don't cry, I won't drink. I'll be back in ten minutes!" I said, "Okay, be careful on the way!" I don’t want my father to drink because drinking is not good for my health, and driving under the influence is also dangerous. An essay for the first grade of primary school "Dad, please don’t drink." Dad, please don’t drink. A 200-word composition for primary school students (/). 8. Help me write a story about my father being drunk.

Because my father is busy at work and socializing a lot, he often drinks and sometimes gets drunk. Occasionally he brings his friends to drink at home to have fun.

I am very confused, why does dad drink? Is drinking alcohol good for your health? I checked the information and found out that excessive drinking is harmful to the body and can lead to coronary heart disease, hyperlipidemia, arteriosclerosis and other diseases. How can I get my father to stop drinking? I thought hard and finally came up with a good idea. First, I hid all my father's wine, and then put a note with the word "alcoholic" behind him, so that my father would not drink again if he lost face! Haha, I was thinking of "tricks" triumphantly, ready to implement the plan at the right time. Today, before my father came home, I told my mother my idea. With my mother's support, we, mother and daughter, implemented the plan together.

Hide dad’s wine first. Where should I hide it? I thought about it and saw a place behind the study door. "Hide here!" I said excitedly. My mother refused, "No, no, dad has to go into the study every night, and you can hear the sound as soon as he opens the door."

"Where is it hidden?" I ran around anxiously holding several bottles of wine. Suddenly, I had an idea and simply put it in the storage cabinet under the bookcase. It was a place for storing sundries and was not opened often.

After that, my mother and I got pen and paper, wrote "alcoholic" and waited for my father to come back. "Ding dong", Dad is back, Mom is busy cooking, I pretend to give Dad a back slap, and naturally the "drunkard" sticks to Dad's back. Mom and I watch Dad walking around who doesn't know anything. , laughing so hard.

Dad noticed from our laughter, and said with a wry smile: "My daughter calls me a drunkard, so shameless!" During the meal, my father was drunk, and couldn't find any wine anywhere, so he asked Did I hide the wine? I pretended to be nonchalant and said, "I don't know, I didn't see it."

Dad looked around and finally saw through my deception. I asked my father angrily: "Don't you want your body? You are an alcoholic!" My father said to me kindly: "Dad knows that you care about me, but you have to take your time. Sometimes dad has no choice but to do it.

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I nodded in understanding, smiled at each other with my mother, and continued to control my father. Although my father is still drinking, under the high-pressure control of my mother and I, he has obviously become more and more drunk. Although I have reduced the frequency and quantity of drinking, I still really want to say to my father: "Dad, for your health, you should quit drinking! "I believe Dad will definitely do it.