My favorite person essay

Chapter 1: Composition of the person I love the most

On the beach in my memory, there are as many people who have impressed me as there are shells on the seabed. If you don’t believe me, I will pick one up for you. Look! ?My father is very tall, with a pair of bright eyes and a turned-up nose. Others say that my dad has a sense of solemnity, but I think my dad has a sense of solemnity when he is working, but when he gets home from get off work, he loses it and becomes very childish. ?My father is very interested in racing, news, and sports, especially football games. Whether it is early morning or early morning, my father will pay attention.

Once I just came back from outside and walked to the door, I heard my father shouting: "The Chinese team must win, we must win!" As soon as I opened the door, I said to my father: "Dad, my legs I hit it and broke my skin." Dad didn't seem to hear me. He was still watching the TV with great interest. I said loudly, "Dad, I hit it and it hurt!" Dad suddenly heard it! , I heard it as if there was an earthquake suddenly while sleeping, and said: "Is it okay! Do you want to go to the hospital for a checkup?" I said: "No." Hey, Dad is really hopeless! I feel very childish and humorous at home. ?Another time, my father asked me to go to his office to play and asked me to bring my homework. My face changed from a smile to aggrieved. I had no choice but to bring my homework. After arriving at the company, I played for a while. My father asked me to do my homework. Whenever I made a mistake, my father would hit me.

I think dad is still my favorite person.

Chapter 2: The person I love most

I have a happy family, including me, my father, and my mother. I love my dad, and I love even more my mom who worked so hard to raise me.

My mother is kind-hearted. She often helps the neighbors, but she is very strict with me, so I both love her and fear her. When doing homework, she would stand beside me like a teacher. If she found that a word was not written well, my mother would accompany me and write it over and over again until she was satisfied.

I remember one time, my math score was very poor, and my mother severely criticized me. I cried sadly, and my mother explained and analyzed the reasons to me over and over again. I listened carefully with tears in my eyes. I could clearly see the tears in my mother's eyes. Finally, my mother found the reason for my loss of points - carelessness.

This is my mother, a person who does her best to be good to me. I love my mother.

Chapter 3: Composition on the person I love most

I believe that everyone has someone they love, because they are human beings and they will have feelings. I also have someone I like, and he is mine, Big Tooth Dad! ?She is tall, with a high nose, small eyes and a big belly. In the past, when I was a child, I always wondered if my father had a baby? Later I learned that only mothers can give birth to babies, not fathers. ?My father is very kind and he is my playmate. He would tell me jokes when I was bored and comfort me when I was sad. Let me stop crying. When I am happy, he will be happier. When I am angry, he will let me vent my anger. ?As long as he has a holiday, he will take me out to eat at McDonald's and go shopping. The bookstore we walked through the most together is. Every day we go to the bookstore to browse and read. He was kicked out by the landlady again. We just smiled awkwardly and walked away in front of everyone.

Another time I suddenly felt a stomachache. It was raining heavily that day. My father ran out in the heavy rain to help me buy medicine. I'm fine, but dad has a cold. ?Dad often told me about the past, and I realized how ignorant I was when I was a child. We used to live on the ninth floor, and there was no elevator there. Every time I cried and asked my father to carry me on his back, my father smiled and put me on his big and broad shoulders, and walked hard step by step. . ?Looking back now, my conscience condemns myself for why I let my father suffer. I once asked my father why he carried me on his back. My father smiled and said, 'Because you are my daughter. ’ We all laughed, so happily. ?It wasn’t until later that I had a younger brother, and I discovered which younger brother my father liked more. He was hot and cold to me. I was very sad that my father favored him. For this reason, I always beat my younger brother. Of course, the result was always scolded by my father. I ran out of the house angrily. From then on, I hated my father.

?At a parent-teacher meeting, I wrote down my dissatisfaction on paper. After my father saw it, he had a conversation with me that made me realize: My brother is still young, and we must keep him. You, like him, are my father’s children. , I will not be partial to anyone, but I will protect you and prevent anyone from getting hurt. ?After listening, my face was filled with tears. My father helped me wipe away my tears and comforted me, stop crying. ?Dad, thank you. My favorite daddy. You gave me life and grew up with me. From now on, I will treat you just like you treated me when I was a child. My good dad.