A complete collection of essays scolded by my father.

My composition book was scolded by my father. What happened? "I just got 70 points and failed!" Dad said angrily. I think; If I knew this, I would study hard. I just played computer a few days ago, so I won't get 70 points.

"Are you listening to me? I got 70 points and failed. Still don't listen to me. " I was silent and thought, that's it. I was just thinking about something else. I didn't catch what my father was saying at all. What should I do now? Suddenly, my father said, "How can you sort the questions wrong? It used to be good! " "After listening to my father's words, I seem to have fallen into the abyss and have been speechless.

After a while, my father asked again, "how come you almost read the wrong light?" Did you do it with your heart? Is it necessary to be punished for doing several papers again? " This surprised me, and I stammered, "No ... yes." I looked at my angry father with my eyes. I thought to myself; Did dad forgive me? Look, dad must have forgiven me. At this time, my father suddenly became angry again. He said, "If you get such a poor score in the exam, even if you fail, you won't be punished for doing the paper. Are you out of your mind or taking the wrong medicine? Believe it or not, I will hit you. " This surprised me again, and tears immediately flowed out of my eyes and fell to the ground, feeling very sad.

At night, I lie in bed. Tears are still flowing, and my heart is still sad. I thought to myself, if I studied hard and didn't play computer, I wouldn't get such a bad score in the exam. I must get good grades next time.

My father is thirty-four years old. He is tall, with thin lips, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose and short black hair. He looks cool. My father is very patient, not only loves his work, but also has a cheerful personality and never loses his temper with others.

Dad is a workaholic. He goes out early and comes back late all day. He is also an unshakable "anchor needle" at home-sitting in the computer room is not painting or watching the computer. Because he is a second-class computer engineer! Only one day can rest-on Sunday, he has to go to the computer for half a day to check the information.

Once, when I was doing my math homework, I was stumped by an asterisk. Thinking about it, I used two pieces of draft paper, but I still can't make it. I asked my father, and he understood at a glance. He took a piece of paper and drew a picture to tell me. He told me three times, but my mind is still blank. I thought my father was going to scold me and thought, "Oh, no"! Dad said, "Wenwen, I'll tell you again for dad." I am very happy. I understand this time. I have finished my homework in an orderly way. The next day, the teacher praised my question. I thought to myself, "This is all due to my father."

I am proud to have such a father.

My father is a computer network engineer. He has a standard "China person" face, and a pair of nearsighted glasses are always firmly placed on the bridge of the nose, giving people a sense of knowledge. My father is tall and handsome. He has strong social skills and a wide circle of friends. He can talk with farmers, workers, professors and leaders.

My father is serious and responsible for his work, and often works on engineering projects for the company until three or four in the morning. My father is not only strict with himself and strives for perfection, but also has high requirements for construction workers. Once, my father and I went to the construction site. When he saw a worker installing the camera a little off center, he immediately ordered the worker to take it down and put it back.

Dad is so busy at work that he can't stay at home for a few days a month. Although my work is very busy, my father still loves me and cares about me every day. He always calls me and asks me with concern, "What did you eat today?" "How is your study?" "Have you been praised by the teacher?" ..... When my father comes home from a business trip, he will also put down his work and play with me. We play basketball, football and wrestling together ... I like wrestling with my father best. Although I always lose every time, our wrestling match always ends in laughter.

Dad is also a warm-hearted person. Whenever guests come to my hometown, my father will warmly entertain them, arrange accommodation and take them to Quancheng.

This is my father, considerate of family relations, conscientious and responsible for his work, and enthusiastic about helping his friends.

My father is a tall man with a flat head. He is a humorous person. He often says that his eyes can fly a plane, but his eyes are bloodshot, which may be the reason why dad often drinks!

My father is an alcoholic. Every night at dinner, my father would talk and laugh with us, talk about glasses and wine and drink them. His face turned red as soon as he drank it. At first glance, I knew that I drank a lot of wine and even spoke slowly. Sometimes after drinking at night, I tell my mother that he wants to go out for a walk. In fact, my dad was not satisfied with drinking, so he ran out and drank until midnight. Some of dad's friends sent him home. Mom was so angry that she ignored dad when she saw him drunk, but she didn't trust him to fall asleep alone in the living room, so she asked me to help her carry him to bed. When she woke up the next day, her father didn't know what had happened.

Actually, my dad loves drinking, but he loves us very much.

I remember that when I was in my teens, my stomach suddenly ached in the middle of the night. He went downstairs from the seventh floor behind my back to see a doctor. Seeing my father sweating, I really want to say to him, "Dad, I'm fine. Don't worry! "

As the saying goes, "Father loves mountains", and father is such a person.

My magical father sat by the window watching the sunset, and I remembered the back of the beach, one big and one small, one high and one low.

I remember that it was Children's Day on June 1, and I received a gift from my mother happily. I looked at my father with a longing expression, hoping that he could give me a blessing, but my father was still serious. Just casually said: "Children's Day, what do you want to do?" I listened and quickly said, "Go play, go play." Mom smiled and said, "Play? Where to go, or let's go to the seaside to catch small crabs! " Mom's idea makes me excited and happy. But dad still said seriously, "Suit yourself." Although my father's answer really disappointed me, the child's most childish idea of playing suddenly filled my heart and I didn't care.

After driving for more than ten minutes, we got to the river and got off. The coolness of the river wind and the sound of water lapping on the shore make me feel more relaxed and happy. I can't wait to pull my parents down the steps. Whenever I get close to the beach, my heart gets more excited. When I felt the wet sand and warm sea water touching my feet, I was very excited. Suddenly left a small footprint on the beach.

I started looking for the little crab, and turned around and around, but I still couldn't find the little crab. Gee, I wonder in my heart: "Crabs also celebrated Children's Day on June 1st?" ? "At this moment, my father, who has been silent by my side, said," How can you find it like this? Let dad come. "I saw my father take off his shoes and take a walk on the beach. He squatted down from time to time, uncovered some small bricks and stones, and folded his hands. I rushed over to have a look. Wow, it's a little crab. My father grew stronger and stronger, with an innocent face. While grasping, he did not forget to greet me: "Little darling, come and see, here is a big one." "Come down in the afternoon, well! We really have many trophies. One, two, three ... There are eighteen little crabs. My father and I looked at each other, with small pieces of mud and grass on our faces. Looking at them, we all laughed. At sunset, my father and I walked back hand in hand.

A serious dad has a childlike innocence. Serious dad is also a "crab catcher". Childlike heart, childlike heart, what a wonderful thing you are. I hope you will always be hidden in everyone's heart.

My father is a funny and serious man. He has a big face and always frowns. He treats everyone like that, as if everyone has a grudge against him. Ears are close, and a pair of big eyes are bright. No matter big or small, he takes it seriously.

I remember once, when I was about to sleep, my father suddenly rubbed his eyes. Seeing my father's uncomfortable expression, I couldn't help it. Because I was too embarrassed, I asked, "Dad, what's the matter?" What's the matter? "Actually, I asked on purpose. My dad frowned and said seriously, "huh?" "I have bugs in my eyes, so I feel sick. I'll drop an eye drop later. " Seeing my father's uncomfortable strength, I smiled awkwardly and asked, "Dad, get up quickly and drop a drop of eye drops. Scratch your eyes and let others see why you don't laugh to death? " After a few minutes of silence, my father turned his head and blinked at me, saying, "It is better for others to laugh to death than to cry to death." I was speechless, ................ My dad was so funny that he could laugh people to death!

I misunderstood my father. Dad, you misunderstood me.

As soon as I saw this topic, I remembered an incident that happened when I was nine years old.

It was a sunny day. I'm playing in a chicken farm, and so is my father. Dad cooked a meal and went out. I am playing outside. After a while, my dad came back and I was leaving. I went to the door to have a look. Ah! Dad's soaked rice spilled on the ground. I went into the house. After a while, my father came into the room. As soon as my father came in, he asked me, "Did you spill my soaked rice?" I said, "No," my father said angrily, "If you didn't spill it, who else did? Your mother is at work, but I am with your mother. " Now I know what it feels like to be misunderstood. I said, "I'm playing outside and have a chance to go there." Even if there is an opportunity, I will do it! "

Dad said, "When your mother comes, see if your mother has arrived."

We waited and waited, and finally my mother came back. My father asked my mother, "Did you pour the rice?" My mother said, "Yes." Dad asked again, "Why?" Mother replied: "I went home at noon and found the soaked rice worms." Why not stay here for dinner? " Dad blushed and said, "I'm sorry."

I feel very happy now, because my father says he owes me and won't misunderstand me again.

Today is Tuesday, and Dad is still the same as before. Then, wake me up at 6: 30. Let me take my temperature. Dad went out to buy rice. After a while, I took out the thermometer. Looked at the temperature. When dad comes back, let him sign it. I'll wash my face, brush my teeth and get everything ready at once. Dad's back. After eating, I went to change clothes. I sat on the bed, ready to change my pants. Dad said I was sitting on the bed. He also said: "There is not much time in the morning, and my home is far from school. You are still playing there. " He said it before I could explain it. I picked up my schoolbag and said to him, "I'll wait for you downstairs." Shut the door and left.

Dad, you really misunderstood me. I understand that home is far from school. But I didn't waste my time either.

I still remember that time, you pushed me because I didn't cherish time. My leg hit an iron chair. I'm obviously taking time and cherishing time, but you don't understand me. That time, I was really sad, and I decided not to talk to you again.

During the break of the first class, I was thinking: actually, my father did it for me, let me cherish time and race against time. Parents' words will only be good for you, and there may be some mistakes. But they all love you. Parents are our best friends and best confidants. And the one who cares about us the most and loves us the most.

They were desperate when we were sick. Even if it rains cats and dogs, they will send us to the hospital safely. When we are wronged outside and come home. When telling them, their words always warm our hearts. Let's care about our parents together. From now on, together!

Dad's clothes composition daquan 750 words dad's clothes

Today, He Laoshi asked each of us to take a piece of clothing from our parents to school and wear it in class. It suddenly occurred to me that I was tired of wearing girls' clothes every day. Why don't I come back here and put on my father's suit?

When I put on a suit, I feel as if there is a heavy bag on my back. Because my shoulders are not wide enough, the sleeves on both sides keep falling off, which makes me look like an ancient minister in a big royal suit ready to go to court. It is said that those wide sleeves can hold many things.

At this time, I suddenly remembered that I fell down at school that year, and my father hurried to school, wearing this dress, but it was just right at that time, and it was a lot looser this year. Dad lost weight. For me, dad lost weight. ...

That time I fell down at school and there was a lot of blood on my forehead. My father happened to be on a business trip and got a call from Mr. Zheng. He immediately asked for leave to go back to Fuzhou to accompany me to sew needles in the hospital. Later, a colleague of my father told me: "My father received a phone call that day and two lines of tears flowed down." I was not sensible at that time and thought it was fun. My father actually cried. Now think about it, my father's tears are full of love for me.

Wearing my father's clothes, I felt his warmth. I really want to say "thank you, dad!" to my father. "

My father and I have fought a series of wars recently. Maybe you won't believe it, so please read on!

The first war: network war.

Because I am alone at home these days, my father is afraid that I will spend too much time playing computer at home, so he always takes away or hides the power cord of the computer host before going to work, which can stop me from playing computer. In this way, we started the first war. On this day, my father hid the power cord of the computer mainframe again. As soon as my father went out, I bolted the door and started looking for the power cord. Under the pillow, no, under the heater, no, behind the clock, under the bed, no ... So I searched and searched, rummaged and rummaged. Many things happen, and finally I found it in my mother's clothes pocket. Plug in quickly, hee hee, I can also look it up happily in the dictionary composition network! Winner: Me.

The second war: TV war.

There is only one TV set in our house, and both my father and I want to watch it. In this way, we started the second war. One night, I got home earlier than my father and immediately grabbed the remote control. I was celebrating when a shadow passed by me, an unexpected feeling. After the shadow, "Hey, the remote control is gone." I looked at the black shadow intently. It's dad. He has the remote control. Not to be outdone, I said to my mother coquetry, "Mom, I want to drink water, let my father pour me some!" " "It really worked. Dad went to get me water. Who knows, dad actually took the remote control to pour water. At the moment my father came out of the water, I seized the opportunity and grabbed the remote control. I immediately transferred to CCTV 2, but there was no treasure hunt. I'm confused. It turns out that my date is wrong, and I should play treasure hunt tomorrow. I have no choice but to give the remote control to my father. Winner: Dad.

The third war: ...

Why are there more? I can't take it anymore. When will this war end?