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Dad's Drunk Composition Dad's Drunk Composition (400 words)

Last night, my mother and I were studying in the room when suddenly I heard the doorbell ring. I asked, "Who are you?" ? He said, "I'm your father." I don't think his voice is like my father. I said, "Who are you? Are you a wolf? " He said, "I work with your father" and then opened the door. My mom and I saw him holding my dad, and then my mom helped him to the sofa. I brought him a basin to vomit. My mother said I was a good boy who was considerate of my father. Father vomited two pots in a row. When he went to sleep in the study, he put a pot of flowers beside him. When he turned the corner, he sat on the flower bitten by the dog. I covered my mouth and nose with a towel and called "flowers, flowers" twice. My mother helped my father go back to where he slept. One of my little bears is still under study. I tiptoed quietly and took the bear toy back to my room.

I don't think it's good for dad to drink like this. He assured me that he would never drink again. I hope he is in good health.

My father is a drunken junior high school composition reader. My father is an alcoholic and has many friends, so we have dinner together every once in a while. Either drink or party. He often gets drunk and makes a lot of jokes.

Tonight, dad went to drink again and got as drunk as a fiddler. But he got home before us and called his mother: "Hey, I drank too much. I have to work tomorrow, don't forget, call me early tomorrow! " "Oh!" Mother replied, wrote it down, and said, "Go to bed early, and you won't be late tomorrow." After a while, the phone rang again. Or dad. I know, he has old habits again. "I have to go to work tomorrow morning, remember to call me early!" Mother said impatiently, "I see!" " In this way, dad called again and again. Finally, my mother's volcano erupted, and she shouted in an 80-decibel voice, "Are you bored?" I know you are going to work tomorrow. Let me call you earlier, ok? This is the fourth call you have made in half an hour! You are not allowed to drink in the future! "Such a roar, dad didn't call. More?

My father is an alcoholic and has many friends, so he always eats together. Either drink or party. He often gets drunk and makes a lot of jokes.

Tonight, dad went to drink again and got as drunk as a fiddler. But he got home before us and called his mother: "Hey, I drank too much. I have to work tomorrow, don't forget, call me early tomorrow! " "Oh!" Mother replied, wrote it down, and said, "Go to bed early, and you won't be late tomorrow." After a while, the phone rang again. Or dad. I know, he has old habits again. "I have to go to work tomorrow morning, remember to call me early!" Mother said impatiently, "I see!" " In this way, dad called again and again. Finally, my mother's volcano erupted, and she shouted in an 80-decibel voice, "Are you bored?" I know you are going to work tomorrow. Let me call you earlier, ok? This is the fourth call you have made in half an hour! You are not allowed to drink in the future! "Such a roar, dad didn't call.

I remember one time, my mother forgot to bring her key, so she called her father, who said he was at home. I think he may be drunk again, otherwise he won't get home so early. We knocked on the door, and my father's face was flushed and a smell of wine came to my nose. Dad went back to his room before we could change our shoes. I heard a loud noise from the bathroom. It turned out that my father went the wrong way, went to the bathroom and plunged into the bathtub.

Dad has a lot of embarrassing things. One night, my father came home by rickshaw and called us to ask what building our house was in. It turned out that he was drunk, wandering around and couldn't remember the house number.

Dad is really funny! But I still hope my father will drink less. After all, drinking is bad for your health.

Writing a composition, my father was drunk and I was very angry. After school, I skipped 300 words with a math test paper.

Jump home. How high my heart is along the way.

Xing! In this math exam, I finally got the first place in my class with a score of 98.

There used to be seven or eight. Recently, with the help of my father, I have made great progress. Why am I not tall?

Xing?

Before entering the house, I shouted: "Dad-Mom-I won the math exam!" " "My mother was cooking braised pork, so I jumped into the kitchen and stuffed a piece of meat into my mouth.

Pass the test paper to your mother. At this time, my father came out of the room, holding my paper, and his face was very happy. however

Watching, his face began to sink. He said to me seriously, "What, you can't even reduce the decimal point?" I said confidently, "Why not? I was so careless,

So Teacher Zhang forgave me and only deducted 2 points from me. "

After listening to my words, my father's face became even uglier. I never thought that my father would be so angry. He frowned.

Say in a harsh voice, "Careless? That's why? See if you can make such a mistake? " Mom also read my test paper at this moment.

The wrong question says, "well, why not be more careful?" I have formed a bad habit of carelessness, and I will suffer a big loss in the future. "Dad raised his voice and said," You're wrong, and you're so proud! "This is not complacency?

This will affect your progress! "

When it was time for dinner, I still saw my father in a blue mood. I knew that I had made a mistake. My mistake was to relax my requirements and be complacent.

Emotion. I also know that my father's strict requirements for me are to let me form the habit of doing things seriously from an early age. Why else would he be so angry? I whispered to my father, "Dad, don't be angry. I will change it later. " Say, go ahead

Dad put a piece of braised pork in the bowl that is neither thin nor fat.

The materials selected in this paper are very good. I am very happy to get the first place in my class in the exam. However, a remark I shouldn't have said aroused my father's anger.

. The plot change from "joy" to "anger" suddenly adds a lot of color to the article. Dad's angry description is very specific. From "my face began to sink"-"my face became more ugly"-"frowning"-"sullen look", I wrote when my father was angry.

The change of expression. From "serious talk"-"harsh talk"-"loud talk", I wrote the change of my father's voice when he was angry. The description of the language is also very concrete and vivid. If you don't believe me, try it. Is it the tone when you are angry?

Evaluate the advantages and disadvantages of dad's drunken composition. Today, dad's colleagues are going to buy him a drink. I have repeatedly reminded my father to drink less and not to get drunk. Dad said, "All right," but he was still drunk.

I saw my father walking unsteadily, limping, his legs like soft noodles, his feet like stepping on a cotton bag, as if he would fall at any time, but he couldn't fall like a tumbler. I think this is very interesting! My mother and I finally helped my father go upstairs and go home. Dad burped and the whole house immediately smelled of alcohol. My mother and I quickly covered our noses, which smelled terrible. Look! Dad is drunk, lie down and have a good sleep! But he just doesn't sleep, and he talks a lot and can't make it clear. It's like his tongue is not straight at all, and it doesn't work. People seem to have taken stimulants and are extremely energetic. You have to hold me and not let me go. Mother said, "A drunken father is a stupid father." I listened to my mother and looked at my father. I can't help laughing. I smiled, my father smiled, I laughed louder, and he laughed louder.

This is my drunk dad. He has completely turned into a funny superstar.

Writing a composition, my father was drunk and I was very angry. My father's love is like a cup of coffee. The first bite is bitter, but the more you eat, the sweeter it becomes. Father's love is like a piece of candy, hard on the outside, but really soft on the inside; Father's love is like a book, which is plain on the surface, but full of knowledge inside.

My father is strict, but he loves me deeply. I remember once, my uncle bought me a skateboard. At that time, I excitedly came to the square with my parents to practice skateboarding. I put one foot on the skateboard first, and the other foot stepped heavily on the ground, but I couldn't stand steadily. The less I skate, the more anxious I am. I don't want to learn, so I said to my parents, "Let's go home." Dad said loudly, "No, I haven't learned it yet." How should I go home? I can't give up halfway. "I thought to myself: Why not let my mother help me with my study? When I was about to carry out the plan, my father seemed to see what was on my mind and said to me, "You have to rely on yourself to learn everything, so that you can learn better and faster." If you rely too much, you can't learn well. "How about this? Let's have a competition and see who learns first, shall we? " I was too angry to say anything, and I said unhappily, "All right, let's compare." I thought to myself: you can learn if you don't believe it. You are much older.

Looking at dad's clumsy body, he kept sliding the disobedient skateboard. This is ridiculous. 1 of "dong" looks bad. Dad fell down. At this time, I saw my father unhurriedly get up from the ground, squatting on the ground and watching skateboarding, as if thinking and studying. After a while, my father stepped on the skateboard, holding the direction with one paw, swinging from side to side, and sliding hard with the other foot. "Look, I can skate." Dad shouted happily. I bowed my head in shame and thought my father could learn. What else can't I learn? Under the influence of my father's example, I finally learned.

Another time, I accidentally sprained my foot at school. My father was so distressed to see me limping that he helped me sit down and asked me with concern, "What's the matter?" After listening to my story, he quickly took out safflower oil from the medicine box, helped me rub the wound, blew the sore place with his mouth and said, "Hold on, it will hurt a little at first, but it won't hurt when the blood slowly dissipates." Under the "treatment" of my father, I gradually feel much better and my feet don't hurt. ...

Ah! Dad, I want to tell you that I love you too.

It's past nine o'clock in the evening, and everyone's lights are turned off one after another. At this time, a beam of light lit up the alley, and dad got off the bus stagger.

Dad was about to go upstairs when he tripped over himself and fell on the stairs. He gritted his teeth, stared, got up on his hands and feet, wiped his face with his sleeves, and stepped on the ground hard. In an instant, the light on the stairs came on. He slowly moved to the handrail, grabbed the handrail with both hands and moved up a few steps. This is very difficult. Dad shouted again, trying to divert his attention. Several voices came: "Who?" "Sick?" "It's terrible. Dad is drunk again." My brother and I said in unison. At that time, several voices broke out in the corridor.

Dad managed to climb to the fifth floor, and "Mao Mao" had to kick the door three times. We quickly opened the door for fear that he would hit us. As soon as he entered the door, my father lay in bed without taking off his shoes, regardless of the smell of wine and the clothes. My brother took toilet paper to wipe the sputum on the floor for my father, my mother took a water cup to feed my father, and I took ointment to wipe my father's forehead wound. Dad reluctantly asked me to help him get the medicine, "psst, ha!" " Stop wiping, dad said with a grin. I continued to rub medicine on him, and he said, "Is this torturing me?" He closed his eyes hard and waved impatiently at me, so I had to go. As soon as I left, he opened his eyes and began to nag, "What day is it today?" "Put on more clothes." "I absolutely can't let my children become school choice students." "Absolutely not!" My eyes are moist. It turned out that my father did it for us. I suddenly thought of my father's Zhang Xinwei face when I won the prize, his anxious face when I was ill, and his encouraging face when I failed the exam. Seeing a few strands of white hair on my father's temples, I can't help thinking that although my father is old, his love for me will not change with the passage of time.

Dad, thank you for everything you have done for us. I will study hard to repay you!

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