Father and Son Proposition Composition

After all these years, he has never changed, and I have never changed. Below is a composition about father and son that I compiled. Welcome to read! Chapter One: Propositional Composition of Father and Son

A father and son depend on each other. The father raises cows, pigs, and sells vegetables every day... When the son comes back from studying every day, the first thing he does is not study, but to feed the cows. Cutting the grass, cooking... My son didn't pick up a book to study until ten o'clock in the evening, and the flame of the oil lamp jumped from time to time. My son studied until one o'clock in the morning before going to bed. He got up at five o'clock in the morning and walked to school on the mountain road. In this way, my son has gone through countless years. As the high school entrance examination was approaching, his son could not spend too much time doing farm work, so his father picked up a few bottles to sell while selling vegetables. Their house is the only bungalow in the village, and the ground in his yard is uneven. The ground is overgrown with weeds. There is a faded red round table in the room, and the couplet on the door has changed from bright red to pink. The wooden bed with one leg missing was still lying there stubbornly. After the high school entrance examination, the son came back to help his father do a lot of farm work. The acceptance letter that made my son happy arrived very late. The son looked at this home and this notice, but he couldn't be happy at all.

After the college entrance examination, my son was admitted to the Beijing Academy of Fine Arts. The notice also made my son unhappy. There is a rule in this village: Anyone who is admitted to university must treat his teacher to a thank-you banquet. But my father felt that the teacher-appreciation banquet was a problem for this not-rich family. You still have to invite a teacher-appreciation banquet, so my father used part of his savings to organize a teacher-appreciation banquet. The son went to college in Beijing, and the father was farming at home, feeding cattle and pigs... One day, a painter passed by the village and saw his father planting vegetables in the field, so he painted for his father in the yard. His father smiled at him and continued planting vegetables. At noon, my father asked the painter to stay at home for two days, and the painter agreed. Painters help with farm work. "Uncle, can I have a hundred yuan?" the painter asked, sitting on a chair. "Just fifty... yuan, okay?" said the father. "Okay." The painter said again. My father thought that the painter must have no money and came to help with farm work to earn some traveling expenses. At noon the next day, my father borrowed a fifty-yuan note from his neighbor. The painter took out two hundred yuan and gave it to his father. The father asked in surprise: "Didn't I give you fifty yuan?" "You gave me inspiration and invited me to dinner. How could it be you who gave me these two hundred yuan?" It's a thank you fee for you." The father returned the two hundred yuan to the painter and cooked him a meal. The painter went back to the city and left two hundred dollars on the round table. The next year, the son who had not been home for a long time came back and looked at his father blankly. The snow this year was particularly heavy, and a strong plum blossom grew in front of my father's grave. At an art exhibition, my son saw a painting: an old man planting vegetables in the field. The name of the painting was "The Old Farmer with a Heart of Gold." The son's eyes were blurry, and he shouted: "Dad!" 2: Essay on Father and Son

My father is already in his fifties, but he still works as hard as before, because he has developed such a good body since he was a child.

Father *** has four children, three daughters and one son. The father has regarded his son as a treasure since he was a child. At that time, the family was poor and if there was delicious food, the father would always give it to his son. Even though his daughters looked at him eagerly, the daughters would complain about their father's favoritism.

My father said: He is the master of Jia Baba, and you are from another family after all.

The daughters are young and don’t know what their father means, so they still say: Dad is just partial.

As they grow older, the daughters have entered junior high school in a blink of an eye. When they see their father favoring their younger brothers, they don’t say anything. They also start to give whatever they have to their younger brothers first, and then they can leave it to their younger brothers when they don’t want it. Own.

Gradually, his son’s appetite decreased day by day. On the weekend, his father took his son to the rural hospital. The examination showed that his spleen and stomach were too weak, so the doctor prescribed “Jianweixiaoshi Tablets and Shenling Baizhu Powder” to his son. "I was waiting for stomach-strengthening and digestion medicine, but my son didn't feel better after taking it for ten days. Instead, he said he was tired and weak.

The father took his son to a large hospital in the provincial capital. Two days later, the son’s test results came out. He had terrible leukemia.

Taking the test results, my father, who has been illiterate since he was a child, showed it to the family members of the patients in the same ward. When that person said that his son had leukemia.

Instead, my father asked the man, "Are you illiterate too?" The man wanted to argue, but he saw that his father was a very stubborn and rough man.

Just said: I really have never studied!

The father glared at the man and complained reluctantly: If you can't read, don't talk nonsense.

He took the test report and went to find the attending doctor. When he went upstairs, he found the surgeon and asked: Do you know the test report?

The doctor said coldly Said: I don’t know.

My father kept mumbling, "The doctor doesn't even know the test results, what kind of doctor is he like me!"

When my father left, the doctor knocked on the door. The country bumpkin here looks like this.

Under the guidance of others, my father found the attending doctor. As soon as he went in, he saw the attending doctor reading a book. He looked up and saw his father, and asked like he was throwing bricks: What are you doing?

My father kept smiling and said: You should know this test sheet!

The doctor paused for a while and reluctantly took the test form from his father's hand. My father was startled by the doctor's actions and was stunned.

The attending doctor looked at it for a while and then said coldly that it was leukemia.

The father was startled by the doctor’s words. He thought he had heard wrongly and asked what you said again.

The doctor glanced at his father and said casually. , is leukemia.

This time, my father seemed to have been poured cold water on his head by the doctor. His face was pale, his upper and lower teeth were chattering, he fell on the sofa and passed out.

The doctor pressed his father’s hand. He checked his pulse and found that there was no major problem, but that he was too nervous due to fright. He asked the nurse to send his father to the ward and gave him fluids.

When the father woke up, it was already afternoon. He opened his eyes and saw his son's pale face. He said to his son distressedly, "Dad fell asleep anyway. He was just about to get up." The son said softly: Dad, don't move. You are infusing the bottle. He ignored the obstruction of the neighbor's bed and pulled out the infusion tube. There was blood dripping on the back of his hand, but he ignored it and carefully held it with his other hand. Son, go see the attending doctor.

The attending doctor had not yet gone to work, so he was waiting on the bench in the corridor. It was not until three o'clock that the attending doctor came leisurely, still humming, "I believe I am me, I believe." tomorrow. . . . . .

When the attending doctor was about to take out the key to open the door, he was like crazy, fearing that the doctor would never come out again. He stopped the doctor and asked: This is this child, does he have leukemia?

The attending doctor glanced at the tired child sitting on the bench and said cursingly, "Are you annoying? It's leukemia." He pulled his son and felt so helpless, like a drowning man trying to grab a lifebuoy, but the doctor had already gotten into the office, so it didn't matter to him.

When my father returned to the ward, he could no longer hold back the sadness in his heart and cried loudly. If the head nurse came to persuade him.

The head nurse looked at the test sheet in his father’s hand, took it over, looked at it and said sympathetically: Old man, don’t cry yet. Your child has just contracted leukemia and can have a bone marrow transplant, but...

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When the father heard the head nurse say that his son's disease could be cured, he grabbed the head nurse's shoulders with a pair of strong hands and asked: "Are you telling the truth?"

The head nurse was so frightened by his arrest that she retreated to the door, and then said: Yes, it can be treated, but I’m afraid I don’t have the bone marrow. Even if I have the bone marrow, the cost will be too high.

As soon as he heard that he had the opportunity to cure his son's disease, he arrogantly said that he would cure his son even if he broke the pot.

Later, the doctor told him that he needed to have a successful match before the surgery could be performed, but the match was difficult to find and sometimes impossible to find. His newly ignited glimmer of hope was evident all at once. It was so slim, but after a while, he said to himself, God will not give up on me...

The next day, his three daughters and their mother all came to the hospital, but it turned out that There is no matching one.

He went to the doctor and said forcefully: Doctor, I must be able to do it.

The doctor looked at his dark eyes and said hesitantly, "You can't just say it's OK. You can only know after testing."

He patted his chest and said confidently, I can do it.

The test results showed that he could indeed be a match, but his age made the doctors hesitate.

But he said to the doctors with a smile: "Don't be afraid of not dying. Even if you die, as long as I can save my son, it's worth it."

His words moved all the doctors, so the director of the hospital decided to perform a transplant for his son for free. After hearing this, he insisted on kowtowing to the doctors and kept saying: I am grateful for your great kindness. If I can't repay you, let me, Wang He, be a cow or a horse in my next life to repay you.

The nurses and some doctors shed tears of emotion.

On the operating table, he kept smiling at his son, but his son always closed his eyes with fear.

The operation lasted for a full hour and a half, and was very successful. He didn't feel any discomfort, but just needed a good rest; his son's face also had a faint red color.

The doctor told him that he could be discharged from the hospital and go back to prevent his son from catching a cold; he also needed to rest well and not be tired.

He once again went to say goodbye to the kind-hearted doctors in the hospital, held their hands one by one, and said with tears in his eyes: I have no words to repay your kindness and kindness. In my lifetime, I will bless you every day, good people have a safe life. He said to his son: Shunzi, remember, your uncles are your reborn parents. You must remember your uncles when you grow up. He also asked the doctors and nurses in the hospital to take photos as a souvenir, and the hospital complied with his request.

When he got home, he bought the best nutritional supplements for his son to eat. He heard others say that chicken is very nutritious, so he bought it for his son to eat, but his son supplemented like this every day. Over time, he got tired of eating, so he asked his son what he wanted to eat. At first, he asked his son, and his son said in a sweet voice: cake, bread or fish. Since his home was in a mountainous area and there were no such things locally, he asked someone to buy them in a village twenty miles away. Later, others found it troublesome and stopped sending them to him, so he went to buy them himself, a round trip of forty miles. Due to his age, Due to his height and the surgery he had six months ago, he always felt pain in his waist and back, but he was happy to buy it for his son, so he wouldn't feel tired.

Later, my son stopped eating cakes and bread. He went to ask his son, Shunzi, if you don't want to eat cake, what do you want to eat bread? Dad will buy it for you. At this time, the son's face was already red.

He seemed to have heard his father ask, but did not answer.

Seeing that his son didn’t hear, the father asked kindly: Shunzi, what else do you want to eat? Dad will buy it for you.

The son seemed angry and said bitterly, "I want to eat your flesh."

After hearing this, he said in the same amiable manner: "Son, you can't eat daddy's meat."

After hearing this, his son looked at him arrogantly, as if he didn't know him...

He saw it, and couldn't help but feel a little scared.