Dad, it's good to have you.

Dad, it's good to have you. Yes, my father is that serious and majestic mountain. When I am confused and afraid, he always gives me mountain-like strength. He is a solid pillar of my fragile heart. Dad, it's good to have you. You'll feel safe and secure.

How scared it is to be alone at home. A few days ago, my mother went to my aunt's house for menstruation, and my father went to a friend's house to get some documents. My sisters haven't come home yet, so I was left at home. My father will be back soon. I really wanted to go with my father, but I don't know why I didn't dare to ask for it. Maybe because I didn't want my father to know my cowardice, I crustily skin of head and stayed at home alone, and suddenly I felt terrible at home. I face four walls and it's quiet. When I go to the second floor to take a bath, I always feel suspicious and insecure. It seems that everything around me has become silent and I am the only one listening. It is inevitable to think of some horrible things in my mind and those ghosts and monsters. My heart beat a lot faster at that time. After washing, I opened the door and heard the sound of TV. I know my father is back. The doubts and insecurity in my heart just now disappeared inexplicably. Is it because my father is so strong and dignified? The big stone in my heart was defeated by my father. I am relaxed and happy. I saw my father and smiled and said, "Dad, you are back." "Why are you so happy when I come back?" Dad sat on the sofa and said. I didn't tell my father my childish idea just now, I just smiled.

That experience, I really know that the existence of my father is very important, so that I can be protected and safe. Dad, it's good to have you!

Dad, it's good to have you. I caught many articles and poems praising my mother. Yes, my mother did contribute a lot to us. Our blood is full of mother's care, mother's love and mother's expectation ... But I don't know if you have found that in this thick blood, there is an ordinary and sincere, humble but extremely important thing, that is, father's love.

My father is of medium height, neither fat nor thin, and looks like a careless person, but he still occupies a very important position in my heart!

He is the gentlest father in the world.

My favorite thing to do when I was a child was to hold my father's hand and go to the amusement park. When there are many people, he will let me sit on his shoulder and let me see higher and farther than all other children. Because my father is my strongest base, I will never be afraid, and I will never flinch when I encounter difficulties. I know that my father will continue to encourage me behind me. He is my forever backer. I still remember an exam in the fifth grade, and my grades dropped sharply. When I approached him with trepidation and asked him to sign it, he didn't get angry, but told me calmly: it's not terrible to fail for a while, but you must learn to get up, and there is always a chance to rebound when you hit the bottom. His voice is not so gentle, but it brings me the gentlest comfort and hope.

He is the toughest father in the world.

Now, I am growing up, and I am no longer the little boy who rushes out to play as soon as school is over. Now think about it, thanks to my strict father. Whether it is etiquette or attitude towards learning, if it weren't for him, I would still be a boy who plays around all day and only thinks about where to kill time. I remember one time I played late and didn't come back. Originally, I didn't think so. I thought it should be okay to make up the homework. But when I saw my father's angry and sad eyes, I understood what it meant to hate iron and not produce. Dear dad, I will never let you down again. Never forget to go home when playing outside. I want to be your proudest son.

He is the cleverest father in the world.

Father hasn't read many books and doesn't understand those elegant poems. Even if you ask him whether Su Shi is from the Southern Song Dynasty or the Northern Song Dynasty, he doesn't know. But he used his accumulated experience to light up a bright future for me. When I climbed the mountain, my hands were dirty with mud. He taught me how to wash my hands with dew on leaves. When we traveled to Beijing, he taught me how to read maps and prevent being cheated by others ... too much. What he taught me enriched my life.

My dad is not very handsome, but it doesn't affect my love for him, because he gave me precious life, healthy body and a happy life. Dad, if it's disgusting, we don't have to say too much. One sentence is enough: it's great that you are my father!

It is good for my father to have you. My father is of medium height, tall and thin. A melon face, a pair of bright eyes and a pair of glasses inlaid on the bridge of the nose. Looks very gentle. Although he is thin, he is a solid backer in my heart. I am attached to him. He loves me very much and I love him very much.

My road to growth is full of warmth and sunshine because of my good father's company. Many things that moved me are vivid in my mind. I remember once I had a Halloween party in the cram school of English class, and everyone needed to carve a pumpkin lantern and bring it there. I brought the pumpkin back from there and put it in the study. I also specifically told my grandmother not to touch my pumpkin, but I forgot the next day! It wasn't until Thursday night that I remembered to use the pumpkin lantern tomorrow night, but I didn't carve it at all! I'm as anxious as a cat on hot bricks. Finally, my father came back and I told him about it. Dad patted me on the shoulder and said, "Leave this to me. You can help me, but don't help me for too long. Remember to take a bath at eight o'clock and then go to bed. I will carve it for you, don't worry! " I said excitedly, "Dad is the top two. With me, I will definitely finish the carving."

So my father and I painted, cut and dug on the pumpkin, and we were busy until eight o'clock, only half finished. Dad said to me gently, "Take a shower, go to bed early, and go to school tomorrow." I asked worriedly, "But can you finish it by yourself?" Dad smiled and said, "Who do you think I am? I am a "omnipotent" father, I can do it, go take a shower! " I went to bed after taking a shower. When I woke up in the middle of the night, I saw that the light in the living room was still on, and my father was still engrossed in carving.

It's too late, dad still hasn't finished carving. He was tired and went to bed. After seeing me off in the morning, my father took the pumpkin to his company to carve, and continued carving after work. In this way, a jack-o-lantern was driven out.

Dad sent me to the training class, and he gave me a pumpkin lantern. I held it in my hand and looked around. I like it very much. Dad's carving is so exquisite! I kissed my father on the face involuntarily and shouted, "Long live my good father!" " "Dad smiled and touched my head. I had a good time at the Halloween party that night.

Dad is so nice, I love dad best! I will try my best to share his worries and be his "sweet little cotton-padded jacket" forever.

Dad, it's good to have you. When I recalled the scene, a person immediately came to my mind. He is my father.

My father is not very tall, with a pair of heavy eyebrows, one inch long. Although his thin body is full of strength. It seems nothing special that he goes out early and comes back late every day.

I remember once, I suddenly opened my eyes when I was sleeping, only to find that the sky outside the window was still dark, with only a faint white light. I rolled out of bed and looked at my watch, knowing that it was just after 5: 30.

I squinted around and wanted to go to the bathroom. Just as I pushed open the bedroom door, a beam of light suddenly came from my side. I suddenly turned my head and saw that it was the kitchen light. I thought, who is in the kitchen at midnight? So, I quietly pushed open the door and saw a man in the kitchen, cooking skillfully, and his figure was particularly tall in the dim light. Yes, he is the father.

He was so absorbed in cooking with an apron and a shovel that he didn't notice me at all. I walked up to him, patted his arm and said, "What are you doing here without sleeping?" He said, "I'm making breakfast for my son!" " "Say that finish, then continue to turn the shovel.

I rubbed my awake eyes and stopped bothering him. I went back to bed and fell asleep again.

When I got up again, it was completely bright. I thought of my father who cooked, only to find that he had long since disappeared. He should be on his way to work by this time.

On the table, there is a big breakfast. ...

From then on, I stopped being picky about food. I know that's the breakfast my father cooked for me with love in the morning.

Dad! It's good to have you!

It is good for my father to have you. My father is very busy at work, and I haven't spent much time with him since I was a child. You can only go out for a few days in winter and summer vacation. I remember that my mother brought me up, so I don't have deep feelings for my father.

I have read many articles about fatherly love, which I have never experienced before. Sometimes I feel that my father doesn't love me at all, and I often complain that my father didn't take good care of me, and even I feel disgusted.

But that time changed my attitude towards my father. ...

In the first half of this year, I ushered in the first important exam in my life-Xiaoshengchu. One month before the exam, the teacher frantically assigned homework, exercises and exams. The knowledge points taught us every day are very miscellaneous and broken, and they come like waves, which makes us unprepared and may fall into the bottomless sea at any time.

I was really tired during that time, and I saw my father even less. Every day I sleep, he comes back, I wake up, I leave, and so on day after day.

One day, my father came back early and saw a lot of test papers in front of my desk, which just blocked my view, so he moved them away and put them on the ground. It was 1 1 04 at night, and I was still bleary-eyed brushing endless exercises. My father patted me on the shoulder and whispered, "If you are tired, rest and don't study."

I froze for a while, said nothing, and turned to look at my father, who had already left. Slowly, tears blurred my eyes. The teacher said every day to study hard, and now it's okay to be tired; Mom also said every day that we must get into a good school at the beginning of junior high school, and then we can get into a good high school and a good university. Even the students are discussing with each other which cram school is good and what kind of teacher to find to make up the lessons. No one will consider whether you are tired or stressed. They only look at the results. At that time, I cried so badly that I felt that someone finally understood me and cared about me from my point of view. This is my father. Of course, this sentence often encourages me, accompanies me and inspires me. At that moment, I finally understood that fatherly love may be a simple word.

Dad, thank you for silently supporting me behind me. I love my father! It's good to have you!

Dad, it's good to have you. Father's love is like an umbrella, which blocks difficulties and pains and bears it silently. Father's love is like a ray of sunshine, and it will feel warm as spring in the coldest time; Father loves like a clear spring. When the soul is dry, just a few sips will make you feel refreshed. Father's love is like a bright lamp, which illuminates everything for you when you are disheartened; Father's love is like ... Father's love is not often expressed in words, but he expresses his love for you in action. My father is such a person, and I deeply felt it at that time-it's good to have you!

That night, I came home from swimming and said to my father, "Dad, when I went swimming, I found there were too many people in the swimming pool." Like jiaozi, I was kicked in the head several times today. " After listening to my words, my father frowned, thought about it, touched my head and said, "I see, let me make you a swimming pool!" " "The next day, my father bought a pile of iron pipes, a big bag of tarpaulins and some ropes in the shop ... and then took these materials to the backyard. I saw my father quickly put up an iron shelf on the ground with iron pipes. He kept shuttling back and forth on the iron shelf, screwing the screws, knocking on the iron pipe, and gesticulating with the design drawings in his hand ... At noon, the sun shone violently on the earth, burning badly, and the ground repeatedly reflected white light and raised bursts of hot air. The tree drooped listlessly, and the flowers bent down, and cicadas sang loudly in the tree. Dad's sweat kept running down his cheeks, and sweat dripped from time to time on his hair. The clothes behind him are already soaked and his face is red. Seeing my father like this, I quickly ran over and said, "Dad, it's too hot. Please have a rest and do it later. Dad wiped his sweat and smiled: "No, it will be fine in a minute." "Thanks to my father's efforts, the swimming pool was built. Looking at the finished swimming pool, dad smiled happily, and then he injected fresh water into it. With the rise of water level, dad smiled more and more brightly. After a long time, he shouted happily, "My son is coming to swim, and your exclusive swimming pool is ready!" " "I immediately put on my bathing suit and swam back and forth happily in the pool. My father stood by the swimming pool and watched me swim. Every time I laugh, my father laughs happily with my laughter. ...

In the evening, I inexplicably asked my mother, "Why did my father work so hard to help me build a swimming pool?" Mom smiled and said, "That's because he loves you. Although he is very strict with you at ordinary times, he will try his best to help you realize what you like. " After listening to my mother's words, and then thinking about the dribs and drabs that my father usually pays for me, my eyes can't help getting wet. At that moment, I understood my father's love-Dad, it's good to have you!

I think father's love is like a mountain, which means father's love is as high as a mountain. My father sheltered me from the wind and rain, propped up a piece of heaven and earth for me, shouldered all the burdens and let me live carefree-Dad, it's good to have you!

Dad, it's good to have you. You are like a cup of hot milk, driving away the cold in winter for me. You are like a clear spring, which often makes me regain hope when I am frustrated; You are like a bright lighthouse, guiding me forward in the dark ... Dad, it's good to have you!

That day, it was very cold, it was raining cats and dogs outside, and there was a strong wind. The weather is terrible and I'm in a bad mood. I really wanted to eat chocolate. With a creak, the door opened and dad came back! I especially wanted my father to help me go out and buy chocolate, but I gave up the idea when I saw that he was soaked through. I didn't expect my father to bring me back a piece of chocolate. I heard my parents talking in my room. My father said to my mother sadly, "I want to buy more for my daughter, but there is only one left in that shop." It happened to rain too hard, so I didn't go to another house. " "Look at you, if you don't buy chocolate for your daughter. As for being rained? " "Shh ... keep your voice down, don't let your daughter hear you." "Hum, you spoil her!" Mother pretended to be angry and walked away.

I have always been the baby in my father's hand! He not only loves me, but also often plays with me in his spare time. I go out like his tail, either pestering him or following him closely. He never complains and enjoys it. My father loves my mother, too. He helped my mother do housework and clean when she was free, which just set an example for me. I clean the room myself as soon as I have time, which reduces my mother's workload. In recent years, seeing other parents busy giving birth to a second child, I can't help but ask my father why he didn't give birth. He smiled and said, "That's enough!" "

Dad, it's good to have you! Thank you for giving me a happy home, and thank you for treating me as a treasure in your palm!

Teacher Zhang Aiping comments: The little author lives in a honeypot and knows how to be grateful. He has detailed memories of the past and was deeply moved in his narrative. "It's good to have you!" It is the daughter's greatest praise for her father's love.

Dad, it's good to have you. 8. A dark purple plaid shirt and some faded jeans. Father's sharp brow hides a gentle look. The young and lovely girl in the photo pouted and was reluctant to part, but her little hand tightly held her father's thick hand, and her mouth rose slightly ... Staring at the photo, I couldn't help but get excited.

I don't know when the words between my father and me became a few words. I got up late in the morning, so I quickly picked up the breakfast on the table and rushed to the balcony. "hey!" Suddenly, I just felt a roar in my ear. It turned out that my father's favorite chlorophytum was placed on the flower stand, which was shaken by my panic and my eyes were full of chaos. I didn't care that much. I turned to go, and my father's reprimand stunned me. "You see you, careless at ordinary times, there is always no concept of time. You get up so late in the morning! " The original upset heart became more depressed, and I rushed out of the door with a loud noise.

I can't help feeling wronged. What does it matter if you study so hard now and start late? It's just that I bumped into my father's favorite chlorophytum. Is it worth such a reprimand? The thought of my mother's concern and my father's silence on weekdays fills my heart with resentment and I can't get rid of it. It seems that my father's concern for me is always absent.

After a hard day's study, I came home and heard my parents talking in a low voice in the bedroom. "The child is just a little late. Why do you have to insist? " I heard my mother's reproach. "You can tell whether a person's habits are good or not from small things ..." My father sighed slightly in his voice. "I remember when she was in elementary school, I would record every parent-teacher meeting with my camera. At that time, she was so cute. It's a pity that ... "Father's words were lost, and silence swallowed up silence. At that time, I only felt the silence around me, and even my breathing was heavy. My eyes were covered with mist, and my childhood scenes were vivid.

I still remember every parent's open day in primary school, my father can appear in the last row of the classroom on time and take a camera to video me. In his memory, Tony wore a plaid shirt, and his tough face showed tenderness. He smiled and waved to me, and a pair of dimples appeared on his cheeks, sitting in the chair at the back of the classroom, like a child waiting for the teacher's praise. At this time, I was nervous and excited, scrambling to answer the teacher's questions. When I answered correctly, my father couldn't wait to stand up and cheer for me; When I was nervous, he quietly cheered for me. How happy and proud I was when I was in A Lang. But as I get older, I don't recognize my father's "alternative" behavior. I am afraid that my father's behavior will make me a joke to my classmates. After some catharsis, I asked my father not to bring his camera, and his smile faded. I clearly saw my father's eyes full of disappointment and despair. He quietly hid the camera and video. Although I was the host of the school celebration, I never asked a word. I don't know how my father felt at that time, but I felt extremely guilty and blamed myself.

In fact, sometimes, I also want to hold you, like when I was a child, without guilt or remorse. I want to walk into your heart, where we can speak freely, warm and harmonious.

I know that when I turn around, I will see you still staring at me with gentle eyes.

Dad, it's good to have you!