An essay describing dad, urgently needed!

My dad

My dad is a person who both scares me and makes me like him.

Once, because I was anxious to watch TV, I finished my homework carelessly. After eating, Dad started to check the homework. As he watched, he frowned and said to me unhappily: "You made a mistake in calculating this question." After saying that, he continued to check. After a while, he found two more errors in succession. Dad got angry now and yelled at me: "Why do you always make mistakes? How many times have I told you, don't be careless, don't be careless! Why can't you change it?" As he said that, he pressed my hand hard. head. I glanced at him secretly, and saw my father's two big eyes staring into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seemed to stand up. He really looked like a big tiger, so scary!

My father has very high requirements for me. He saw that I was always careless, so he wrote me test requirements. I felt that my father was too cruel, so I gave him two suggestions: first, don’t be cruel to me casually, and second, be reasonable. I found some idioms to describe my father from the dictionary and said them to my father: "eyeing eagerly", "throwing a tantrum", "violent", "fuming", "brimming with rage"... My father couldn't help laughing after hearing this.

Dad is very fierce when he is angry, but he is still very easy-going at ordinary times. Once, when my father was happy, I said to him: "It's unlucky to be a child. You can't be cruel to adults." My father said: "Then I will let you get angry once." I thought, this time is an opportunity for "revenge" arrive. I first pressed my father's head, then pinched his neck, and finally, with enough energy, I spanked him hard on his butt. I thought it was not enough, so I rushed forward and messed up his hair, and then said to him: "This time you are unkempt." At this time, Dad was like a big sheep, no matter how much I tormented him, he didn't get angry.

Dad also likes to make fun of me, and he has a lot of bad ideas at this time. Once, my father asked me to relax my face, then put his two hands on both sides of the corners of my mouth, suddenly pinched my mouth, and said, "Haha, he really looks like Donald Duck!" I got anxious and went too. I pinched my father's mouth, and my father kept his mouth shut tightly. As soon as I saw that it didn't work, I grabbed him under his armpit. Dad laughed, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said: "You are also like Donald Duck, and a very fierce Donald Duck."

Look, this is mine. dad. He is both my elder and my friend. I'm afraid of him, but I also like him.

My dad

Everyone says, "Mom is the only good person in the world." I think my dad is no exception.

Dad has a figure that is neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, a pair of big eyes, and two big ears. Dad’s hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess, and playing computer games. Dad likes to wear suits, and he also likes to raise fish and shrimps.

My father is also a helpful little citizen. One day, the sky was gray and dark, and it was about to rain. Dad was rushing home. He saw Uncle Liu harvesting rice. When he saw it, he went home and hurriedly walked over, picked up the broom and harvested rice with Uncle Liu. The two of them were busy harvesting rice and putting it into big bags. Old man Liu was so busy that he was out of breath. Dad asked him to take a break and tied up the remaining two bags. Reprinted from 100%.com, please keep this mark. The rain came at the wrong time. It started to rain heavily with a "crash". Dad didn't let the rain stop what he was going to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place where there was no rain. After finishing the work, Dad had become a drowned rat. Uncle Liu asked Dad to take a rest at his house and wait for the rain to stop before going home. Dad refused and went home in heavy wind and rain.

When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched Dad's forehead and said, "Ah, why is it so hot?" When Dad woke up, there were many people looking at him: relatives and friends, and people who Dad had helped before. There are so many, and Old Man Liu is here too. Everyone says that my dad is the best person and I should learn from my dad in the future.

My father is such a person. Think less about yourself and more about others.

Dad’s smile

People who know my dad say that he is a serious person, with a stern face all day long, and it is always difficult to see the day when the sun will clear up. , even grandma said he had an unflattering "bitter melon" face. Unlike my mother and I who laugh and laugh all day long, as long as there is a little happiness, our faces will definitely turn into blooming flowers.

But it wasn’t until one day that I discovered that my father could also laugh, and his smile was so charming.

It was a Sunday afternoon, with bright sunshine and clear blue sky. My father and I came to Shimei Square for a walk. The square is really lively on Sunday, with old people walking, children chasing and laughing, and young people talking and laughing...

We strolled in the square, relaxing and enjoying the warm sunshine. At this moment, a ball rolled past us and onto the busy road outside the square. A 6 or 7-year-old boy ran to the road after the ball. "Danger!" I heard my father exclaim, and he rushed towards the little boy. With a grab, a lift, and a hug, he carried the little boy to the side of the road. At this time, the sound of brakes of cars on the road behind him was already heard. Became one piece. Everyone around was stunned by the scene that happened in front of them, and they exclaimed, "It's so dangerous! It's so dangerous!" The little boy's parents ran over and held my father's hand and thanked him repeatedly, but his father just smiled and said, "Don't worry." You're welcome, but be careful in the future and never let your children run around on the road."

At this time, I suddenly discovered that my father could also smile, and his smile was so charming.

My dad

Dad, a person who has made great contributions to the family, but I hate him. Usually my dad takes others out to play, but every time he takes me out The person playing was actually an old person in the family - grandma. But this time, I changed my view of Dad.

Dad is always very busy. He always keeps saying to me: "Dad is busy again this week. Can I take you to play next week? Definitely next week!" But his promise, But it was always blank. Whenever he promised to take me to play next week, what I waited for was an infinite extension. The children in our courtyard always called me "the poor boy without father's love" behind his back, so I hated him. They started calling me this name when I was 8 years old, and they continued to call me this name until I was in sixth grade.

On the morning of the first day of November, my father’s voice came on the phone. He said he was waiting for me at Ximen and wanted to take me to play. I immediately ran out of the house and got in the car.

After arriving at the carnival, my eyes were fixed on the "coin in the board". This coin is not that easy to invest in. Although it was easy to aim, the coin bounced away as soon as it hit the board. One shot is inaccurate. I voted 12 times in a row but didn't get it right. "Come again!" Dad gave me the 12 coins he had just exchanged. I tried again, and finally got the right one, but the man looked at it with a high-power magnifying glass and said it was only a little short. Dad ran over and bought me coins again. As long as my coins are gone, there will be a big hand holding the 12 newly exchanged coins delivered to me and put into my palm.

Looking at my father taking out one hundred yuan a piece in front of the coin exchange booth, I felt an indescribable feeling in my heart.

My heart trembled slightly, and then tears flowed down the sides of my lips and into my mouth, and a bitter and salty taste penetrated into my heart. "Dad, I don't want to play anymore." I said to my father, who was walking towards me from the coin exchange booth. "Don't cry. Why are you crying? If you don't play, you won't play! Why are you crying?" Dad gently wiped my tears. "I spent so much money on you..." Dad interrupted me and said, "What is this? Isn't it just to spend money on you that I make money? How can any father not make money to spend on his daughter... ..." I couldn't hear what my father said later. I felt my nose was sore, and tears flowed into my mouth again.

Dad, I don’t hate you anymore! real. This is my dad, a man who is willing to pay for me.

My Savage Dad

I remember that at the beginning of the first grade, my math scores were not very good and I was often criticized. In order for me to learn math well, my dad took the trouble to explain the test questions to me. , let me listen carefully to the lectures, so that I stay in the top three in every exam, and I often get full marks in the final exam.

I have a "savage father" who has very strict requirements for me and hopes that I will become "the proud son of heaven". If I didn't do something well, his kind face would suddenly change, revealing a pair of very scary little eyes staring at me, which made me very scared. At this time, I stood up quickly, not even breathing. Dare to strike, as if Sun Wukong has cast a calming spell on you. If you don't pay attention, your father will get angry, and his madman's original roaring punches will attack you left and right, hitting you up and down, making you hard to guard against, and it's not a pleasant feeling.

However, with such a "savage dad", I developed many good habits, such as being honest, kind, studious, and not fussy...

I remember that at the beginning of the first grade, my math scores were not very good and I was often criticized. In order for me to learn math well, my father took the trouble to explain the test questions to me and asked me to listen carefully to the class. They always stay in the top three, and they often get full marks in the final exams.

I am a timid person by nature. I am even afraid of beetles. In order to make me bolder, the savage father clamped the centipede's head with a clip and asked me to touch the centipede's body. If he refused to touch it, he would throw it into my clothes. I had no choice but to bite the bullet and touch it. Just now When I touched the centipede, it suddenly moved. I jumped up in fright and shook my hands vigorously. Dad glanced at it and frowned, as if he wanted to eat me. My heart sank suddenly. Hey, I had to go to "Tiger Mountain" again. I finally touched it this time. Everything is fine, OK.

Savage Dad sometimes plays with me like a child. At that time, he seems to have become my best friend.

One time my father and I went swimming. Just after we finished swimming, God suddenly started pouring rain. Dark clouds enveloped the earth. Only the sound of rain could be heard. Everyone was crowded with people taking shelter from the rain. I was only wearing a short-sleeved shirt. When my father saw this, he took off his jacket and put it on me, leaving only an undershirt. At this time, a warm current surged into my heart. I knew what a warm current was. Great fatherly love.

This is my dad, a veritable "savage dad".

Thank you, Dad!

Since I was born in this world, the first person I saw was my mother, and then I saw my father, so it was natural to kiss my mother a little. My father rarely kissed me when I was a child. They always work overtime to take care of me. I also understand how they will get the money if they don't work overtime. But who of the children like me doesn't want to play more with my father, but my father is still so busy and has no time to take care of me. Gradually I grew up.

In the days to come, I learned to live alone and to take care of myself. But the days when I see my father are becoming less and less, and I am getting farther and farther away from him. I usually only have phone calls. But I still know that my father still loves me. Although he is far away from me, he still cares about me all the time and treats me in every possible way! I stayed at home during the summer vacation. Suddenly my father's cell phone rang at about ten o'clock in the evening. When my father answered the phone, I saw his brows furrowed and his face full of anxiety. When I inquired, I found out that it was my father's work unit that wanted to call me. Emergency repair. So I said: "It's so late, I think it's better not to go!" "No, this mission is very important, I can't go if I don't go!" Dad said seriously, and I had to give up! Not to mention, dad is really dedicated! Sometimes he is so busy that he gets up to go to work at six o'clock in the morning and doesn't get off work until ten o'clock in the evening. He has no complaints! Recently, he has become more and more busy and has a lot of white hair on his head. His health is not as good as before.

Dad! You are always the tallest in my heart, no matter what you are! You will always be my role model in my mind. I remember when I was a child, I went to see a doctor, and the doctor accidentally hurt me. I cried and asked for snacks. It was night and most of the shops were closed, but you ran around buying them for me for my own selfish reasons. Snacks. After all the hard work, I finally bought snacks and returned to the hospital. You look at me smiling and eating snacks, and you feel happy in your heart.

This is my dad, a dedicated and competent father!

Dad’s nagging

Every time I feel wronged outside, I always hope that my dad will come and ask. People are so weird, sometimes they don’t appreciate things at all until they are gone. But my father always looked at me silently, but there was a hint of love in his sad eyes...

"Have you done your homework?" "Why are you still watching TV? Go to bed." Look, This is my dad - a nagging lover. My father is only in his 40s this year, but I feel that my father is much older. He can nag for a long time about a very simple little thing.

I remember when I was in elementary school, we went on a spring outing. In the morning, I got up early. Unexpectedly, my father was earlier than me, and a bowl of hot rice was placed in front of me. While I was eating, my father was packing my things. "Oh, why do you only bring one inkstone? How is this okay?" "One is enough for me for lunch." "No, no, no." As he said this, he stuffed another one into his bag without any explanation.

"Did you bring your Fengyoujing belt? You're motion sick, so bring something with you." "Just a glass of water? How's that okay? Forget it, just buy soda and drink it on the road. Hey, do you have enough money?" "Oh, Dad, That's enough for me." By this time I had eaten and was ready to go. While helping me carry my backpack, my father nagged again: "Don't eat randomly when you go outside. There are too many people on the street, so don't put things around. Don't..." "Wang, please be happy." A loud bang came from the window. Shouting, that’s my classmate Xue Mei. I got close to the window, "Oh, come down right now!" "Dad, come quickly, I'm leaving!" "Be careful on the road." "I got it." I ran out, and Xue Mei asked me: "Why did it take so long? Come down?" "Oh, my dad talks a lot," we said as we ran. Xue Mei looked back inadvertently, "Look! Your dad is watching you upstairs!" I looked back and it was true, it seemed that my dad still had a lot to say, and there was nothing I could do about it.

I still remember one time, I had a question that I didn’t understand and asked my dad. My dad explained it to me seriously, but after nagging for half an hour, I still didn’t get to the topic. I got bored and asked my dad. Said: "That's enough. It's not over. I've been nagging for so long and you haven't gotten to the point yet?" Dad saw that I was so anxious and felt angry and said, "Tell me more so that you can understand better. What's the matter?" Not good?" I said impatiently: "Go, go, I won't let you talk anymore." At this time, my father got angry and slapped me. My face was burning, and I really hated him. Since then, my father has been nagging a lot less. He always works silently or looks at me silently. Sometimes he swallows his words as soon as they reach his lips. I saw a hint of sadness in my father's eyes. Since then, I always felt that something was missing at home. Is it nagging? Is it a warmth? Is it a love? What exactly is it?

Every time I feel wronged outside, I always hope that my father will come and ask. People are so weird, sometimes they don’t appreciate things at all until they are gone. But my father always looked at me silently, but there was a hint of love in his sad eyes.

Once, I was accidentally hit by a car while riding a bicycle. My hand bled a lot. When I got home, I felt depressed. Dad saw it and asked questions quickly. I said: "I was hit by a car." My father was anxious and quickly applied medicine on me, and said to me: "Why are you so careless? Pay attention! Fortunately, it was a small injury. If it was a major injury, it would be serious. Ah! My father’s nagging gave me great comfort. I deeply felt the warmth of my father’s nagging, which was like a spring breeze blowing on my face and flowing into my heart like a trickle. ”

The sound of "chi-la" being put into the pot came from the kitchen, followed by the "dong-dong-dong" sound of chopping vegetables, plus the "squeak" sound of tap water being poured into the pot. The sound of the collision with the porcelain bowls and pans intertwined into a symphony of a "kitchen band"...

My dad is good at everything, but he can get out of the hall and into the kitchen. And he has a short temper, so it's really a joke. Why! It happened again last week on June 6.

From the kitchen came the sound of dishes being put into the pot, followed by the sound of chopping vegetables, plus the sound of tap water being poured into the pot and the sound of porcelain bowls and pans. The sound of collision intertwined into a symphony of "kitchen band".

Dad is like a spinning tornado, busy grinding shredded meat before picking up the vegetables in the pond. Not paying any attention to the smoking oil in the pan.

"Oops, there's a fire!" I saw the rising flames in the pot at the door, and I shouted in surprise. After hearing this, my father made a 180-degree rotation, turned the vegetables in the pool over and put them into the pot, and the flames were suppressed. The water in the pool overflowed like a flood from a missing embankment. Hey, "The fire has just been extinguished and we have to fight the flood again" - Dad only put out the fire but forgot to turn off the water. But Dad was unequivocal and drained the water in a few seconds.

Without any danger, it was finally time to serve food. But everyone looked at the dishes on the table and couldn't help but sigh. The green vegetables turned into a ball of dark "plasticine"; the crystal clear soup turned into a river full of "black boats"; even the tomato-boiled eggs I like to eat turned into dried fried tomatoes with a little moisture. None and what about the eggs? Most of them became "burnt eggs." All these signs told us: "Dad made bad food again." I reluctantly took a mouthful of soup, and I didn't want to eat it anymore, it was like drinking sugar water. Dad changed the sugar and salt again. The dishes that were originally filled with sugar turned into an endless "sea", all of which were salty and bitter.

Dad, in order not to lose face, ate the "dinner" he cooked in big gulps. We couldn't laugh or cry when we saw his reluctant look.

Dad? Light

There is a light at the door of my room. Whenever night falls and I go to bed, the lights always turn on.

I'm afraid of the dark, dad knows. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, the light always shines on my entire bed. The light was very weak, but in the dark night when I couldn't see my fingers, it brought me incomparable light and security.

Based in the light, I thought of my father. Because I'm afraid of the dark, that's why the light was placed there. Every time, before my father went back to his room to rest after working in the middle of the night, he would always pass by the door of my room, press the button, and with a "pop" sound, the lights would turn on, and my father would leave feeling tired and satisfied. That feeling made me feel extremely proud and honored, and it reminded me of another honorable thing - one day at noon, I was very stubborn, refused to listen to any advice, and decided to wash my hair. There was nothing I could do, so my parents had no choice but to agree. Time flew by so fast for some reason. I hurriedly wiped my head. At this moment, my parents yelled: "Blow your head dry before you leave." I looked at the lonely bird hanging on the wall. He gritted his teeth and said, OK, just five minutes. I rushed into the room, picked up the hair dryer and kept shaking it. The time was coming, and suddenly the door opened and my father came in. Seeing how clumsy I was, he came over and touched my hair. It was still wet, so he grabbed the hair dryer and started it for me. From the mirror, I saw that the tall dad behind me was so focused and serious, just like how he took his work. But I really don't have time, I'm already late. I broke free and used an excuse to leave my father alone in the room...

Back at school, I told my classmates about this, and they looked at me with envy, "You are so happy!" I smiled. When I got home, my mother told me that it was the first time that my father had given someone a blowjob, and I was the first one. Suddenly, the word "happiness" appeared in my mind again. I was silent and savored these two words carefully...

The light was still on, giving me light and a heart. Peace of mind. Dad is just like this light. He gave me life, but also brought me happiness and that unique love!

Dad, you have worked so hard

My father is over forty years old, with a medium build, thick eyebrows and big eyes, and he looks amiable and respectable. He is a factory director who works hard day and night to ensure the normal operation of the entire factory.

I remember one time, when night fell and my father hadn’t come back yet, I walked to the window and looked outside, but I still didn’t see my father. At this time, dark clouds gathered and it began to rain with a "rumbling" sound, which made our whole family even more anxious. I couldn't help but ran downstairs. As soon as I reached the door, the door opened with a creak, "Ah, it's dad!" I looked up and saw that he was soaked all over, and there were a few white stripes on his head. The hair looks particularly dazzling under the light. My mother shouted loudly from upstairs: "Come and eat quickly, the food is already cold." I saw my father dragging his two stiff legs to the dining table, sat down, and started to eat hungrily. After eating a few times, the phone rang, and my father hurriedly went to answer it. I couldn't hear the first few sentences, but only the last few: "Okay, I'll go right away." Dad picked up his coat and was about to leave, and I held him He raised his hand and said: "Dad, let's leave after dinner!" Dad said seriously: "No." After that, he rode away on his motorcycle. At nine o'clock in the evening, my father hadn't come back yet, so I fell asleep.

The next morning, when I was having breakfast, my father came back. His eyes were bloodshot, and it looked like he hadn't slept all night. I looked at the bloodshot eyes in my father's eyes, and my eyes became moist. I thought: Dad works too hard!

Ah, I silently made up my mind that I would work harder to repay my father’s upbringing with better results.

My father

In my eyes, my father is a silent person, a person who loves me and loves me, a person who loves reading and writing, and a person who guides more than controls. . In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see him. I hope my father can live in good health, and I am willing to be his child forever...

My father is a man of few words. When he was with his mother, he would always hear his mother talking non-stop. His father would only smoke and occasionally respond, which was mostly just one or two words. When guests came to the house, my father would accompany them to dinner. He would neither let them drink nor persuade them to eat. It seems very impolite to only care about yourself and eat your own food.

The same goes for us kids. He rarely interferes with our studies. He thinks that learning is our own business. If you ask him a question, he also says you should ask the teacher.

My father is a farmer, but in many ways he does not look like a true farmer in my eyes. My father finished elementary school and dropped out of junior high school due to poverty in the second grade. Then he and several companions ran to Baotou without telling his grandparents, and attended technical secondary school there for two years. Later, the school was disbanded due to the three-year natural disaster in the 1960s, and my father returned home and continued to be a farmer. My father could write very good calligraphy. Whenever there was a wedding or wedding for any family in the village, my father would be respectfully invited to be the accountant to keep track of members and so on. During the Spring Festival, my father was even more busy. The villagers all sent big red paper to my house early and asked my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often before the Spring Festival arrives, my house is already filled with a festive atmosphere. I learned calligraphy when I was young, and my father asked me to learn to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. What format, how to call it, how to sign it, my father taught me step by step. Although I like his calligraphy, I haven't been able to practice calligraphy for a long time, and even now I still have no form or form. I would go home and drink with my father until I was happy. My father would always point at me and say, "You are the only one who is still a teacher in the Chinese Department, but your writing is not as good as a farmer like me." I could only smile and nod.

My father is a book lover. Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. If there is really nothing to read, I will bring a few newspapers with me. I remember that the books my father bought include the three-volume "Water Margin" published in 1975, the two volumes of "Stories of the Eastern Zhou Dynasties", "Strange Stories from a Chinese Studio" and "Three Words" by Feng Menglong. During the off-farm season, while men from other families would play cards or gamble, my father would sit on the kang and read a book. On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day long. In the past two years, my father's eyesight has been dazzled. He bought himself a pair of spectacles and never forgot to read. Sometimes I take a closer look and see that the old man really looks like a scholar. When I returned home during the summer vacation this year, I rummaged through my bookcases and found a set of "Wonderful Views of Modern and Ancient Times" written by Old Man Baoweng in the Ming Dynasty. It was printed during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty, but unfortunately one volume was missing. I said to him, give me this book. My father said okay, I couldn’t see anymore because of the dazzle. My father often said to me with emotion: "During the Cultural Revolution, all the books your grandfather left behind when he was a private school teacher were burned as firewood when I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. Otherwise they would be worth money now." I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will not catch up with the era of "book burning" again.

I am a person who is not good at expressing myself. I may never say these words to them in my life, but I know clearly in my heart that I love them. Yes, Mom and Dad, I love you! May you always be healthy and live a long life! This is my biggest wish, and I hope you can give me this special gift...

When I was a child, the teacher always liked to write an essay on the topic: The most unforgettable thing that I haven’t seen for a long time. I have written that on this special day today, I experienced an unforgettable thing. Today happens to be Father’s Day. It seems that this holiday has never been absent in my heart. Valentine’s Day, Women’s Day, Christmas, I think about it almost every day. During the holidays, Father's Day is the only one that falls. In my dictionary, father is vague and ignored, because he is not as humorous, interesting, and knowledgeable as other people's fathers. He has almost no culture and rarely follows I couldn't communicate well, but he couldn't help me with my studies. Therefore, since I was a child, I didn't respect him and thought he was incompetent. I even made fun of him with my mother, calling him awesome.

Who took me to extracurricular tutoring classes rain or shine, who worked hard for me in the hot summer, who saved the money from selling rags to buy me delicious food, beautiful clothes, and myself But it is always that torn T-shirt... I have never discovered the most common family affection around me. I always feel that I am standing next to happiness. In fact, happiness has always surrounded me. The whole family can live in peace and harmony. Being together is happiness, and happiness is actually that simple and joyful.

I never thought that human life is so fragile. You never know what will happen in the next second. I always thought that his body was in good health. Even if the cat got sick, he would not get sick. Although he is not tall, in my heart he can always be relied on. I didn't notice his graying temples until today. He is old, he is sick. I was really scared. At that moment, I recalled many of my willful actions and felt very ashamed and guilty...

Not to mention my mother, she dragged My heavy body stayed with us for a whole day in the hospital. I think this is the power of family affection.

I know that no matter how old I become in the future, I will always be the child that never grows up in my parents’ hearts; no matter where I am in the future, they will always be the people who care about me the most; no matter what difficulties I encounter, they will always stand behind me. Those who support me are always my parents and my relatives.

The more they say it works and thank me, the more guilty I feel. In fact, these are all things I should do. My parents gave me life. This is a kindness that I will never be able to repay in my lifetime. I have no words to thank or anything to repay. I just fulfill my responsibility and treat it as a Father's Day gift to my father.

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