Ask for an essay (about family)

Cui Xiaoyong

( 1)

My mother divorced my father ... I was just in the first grade that year.

My mother ran away from home, and my father and I lived alone. To tell the truth, I look down on my father at all-especially compared with my classmate's father. ...

Xu teacher's father in the class is the vice mayor. He laughs at everyone, loves to hold parent-teacher conferences, and talks to us every time he comes to school. He has no airs at all. Lin Ling's father is a rich man. He donated hundreds of thousands of yuan to get a big playground with a runway and grass for the school. That day, Lin Ling's father came to school with cash in his car. When bundles of RMB rolled down from the car, even the principals who used to see the world were in a daze and couldn't say a word for a while. Ma Jian's father is a labor committee member, and he is also great. Although he is dumb, we admire the way he sells knives in the street: without saying a word (I can't say it), he directly cuts the iron bar with the knife, and when the knife goes down, the iron bar flies into the air. The knife is not bad at all! Amazing people around me ... As for my father, I have never disliked his profession (he is a clothes vendor), but his cowardly and incompetent nature not only made my mother leave him, but also made me feel ashamed.

Home is boring. I go out to play after school every day. When I'm bored, I smash the glass with a slingshot, or spill some poisonous medicine into someone else's fish tank. Of course, my favorite thing to do is to watch the girls in my class sit on the ground and cry at a dead frog or spider in the bag. The prettiest person in the class is Reiko Kobayakawa, kicking while crying, with a runny nose and a full face of tears ... I play outside and don't go home whenever possible.

Father can't see that I despise him at all, and I still live his little life every day. But I found that as long as I drink, his nonsense will increase. The most talked-about content is that he threatened to have no other extravagant hopes, so he cheered up and educated me with all his strength ... Every time my father said this, I felt very funny and ignored him.

Gradually, my father's mood is getting worse every day, and he often can't control himself and goes out to make trouble. One day, he passed by a construction site and laughed at a migrant worker who should not be bald and his hair should be messy. The migrant workers were annoyed at that time and wanted to hit my dad, but my dad escaped. ...

More often, my father is busy alone, making money desperately and satisfying all my requirements as much as possible. But he didn't know that most of the money he gave me was spent in the game room. Later in the internet bar ...

The first face-to-face conflict between my father and me was when I was about to graduate from grade three.

At dinner that night, my father drank some wine and began to pull the shelf to educate me: study hard, don't be like your father, who has no fart skills and suffers wherever he goes; If you don't get into college in the future, you will embarrass your father ... He scolded me for more than an hour.

I don't know why I was in such a bad mood that night. I miss my mother who has been away from home for almost a year as never before, and I am tired of my father's endless nagging. I grabbed the cup from my father and fell to the ground with a bang. I fell so hard that all the pieces of glass flew to the ceiling. Later, I roared, "What kind of father am I? Tell me, what do I admire about you? You can say a little! Just you, how to educate me? You say it! "

My father looked at me with his mouth half open, breathing more and more heavily. What scares me is that the blood vessels on my father's arm bulged out at this moment, just like being covered by earthworms. My father, who was holding a fist, came to me step by step. I took a step back, and my father said, "don't hide, how can I hit you ... son, don't underestimate your father?" Father is incompetent, but not as useless as you say! Listen carefully, son, I have a way to educate you, and I want you to know that your father is also good! "

(2)

I never imagined that an uneducated but energetic father would choose a bloody way to prove himself, set up an idol for his naughty son and complete his last feat in life.

I am timid. I've been beaten since I was a child. I either run away or get kicked out. If I can't run away, I'll kneel down and beg for mercy with a runny nose and tears. It was not until the second day of junior high school that I dared to fight with the boys in my class ... That night, my father threatened that only he could make me a real man. I didn't say anything, and I didn't believe him. I didn't expect my father to take action a few days later.

Father has been making trouble since he went out that day. By the river, it kept scaring other people's birds and had a big fight with its owner. At noon, my father ate six biscuits from a biscuit shop and shouted, "Charge. I don't have any cash. " The boss glared at his father for a while, spat a big cigarette on his thin face and said, "Go ahead, count me as a poverty alleviation, ok?" I'm in a good mood today, so hurry up ... My father went out and shouted at the top of his lungs, "I'm in a bad mood today. I've been looking for someone to fight all day Why nobody cares about me! "

At three o'clock in the afternoon, my father came to the Tianhe subway entrance and saw a rogue following a girl and reaching out to press the girl's towering chest. The girl didn't dare to resist, and didn't even stop the rogue's hand. She just blushed and walked forward with her head down. Father rushed to the hooligan and said with a grimace of a grin, "Boy, this is my daughter." The hooligan was stunned, turned around and ran away.

At dusk, my father, who had been looking for someone to fight all day, finally dragged me on the bus like a deflated ball and was ready to go home. On the way to the garage, three thieves robbed a man's wallet in collaboration. When my father saw it, his eyes lit up, just like a sleepy cat saw a mouse.

The man who was stolen seemed to realize it, but he dared not do anything. He just held his wallet tighter. Seeing this, the three thieves got bolder, surrounded them and started directly. This scene is very funny: one person covers three people and four people are silent. No one in the car seemed to see it, and no one spoke.

Father started, rushed up and punched the tallest and strongest thief on the back of the head and shouted, "Don't steal, timid man, come with me!" " "Father's strength, fist hit the thief's head, like a wooden stick on an old pumpkin, burst into a terrible rumbling.

I thought the thief was sure to fall, but he was fine. The thief is so strong. He smiled at the other two partners without looking back: "Fresh, really fresh, here is a daredevil. We gentlemen have been wandering the rivers and lakes for more than ten years, and it is the first time that we meet people who dare to fight first. Hit her, don't obey him, don't let this matter get out, it will ruin the image of our men. "

With a wave of his head, the thief jumped at my father with two accomplices at the same time. The person next to him quickly stepped back, and his father blocked his left frame. First, he beat a thief until his mouth bled, and then another thief squatted down ... But the thief's head was too big, and his left arm pushed away his father's right fist, and his palm was cut off. His father's brow bone cracked, and blood poured out of the child's mouth, covering his eyes and running down his cheeks. Father kept fighting back, but another punch hit him on the bridge of the nose and another punch hit him on the corner of his mouth for an instant ... the number of fathers was insufficient.

I feel horrible. I grew up timid, afraid to fight with others, most afraid of seeing others fight, but then I felt something surge in my heart, and I stared and clenched my fist. Just as I was moving, I heard my father shouting, "Son! Don't move, dad without education and skills won't fall down easily ... look at this! You must stand still and listen! "

Father said, spraying a mouthful of blood. A thief was interrupted by his father's ribs, and he couldn't move with a cry of "Ow" against a special door. Almost at the same time, two other thieves attacked from left to right, and my father fell down. Almost at the same time, the driver suddenly braked and opened the door. I understand that the driver wants to drop off his outnumbered father. But the father who staggered up did not get off the bus, but approached the thief's head step by step.

"The old man is quite forbidden to fight, so good, fight, fight hard!" The thief boss and his accomplices swarmed and punched each other. When my father fell to the ground, the gang swore at the car door.

I cried and rushed to help my father, but my father pushed me aside. Later, my father struggled to stand up in the chair of the car. His whole body was dyed red with blood, and he became a red-blooded person. His father said, "Don't be afraid, son, your father won't lose them easily."

Father raised his right hand and carefully wiped the gradually solidified blood from his eyes with the back of his hand. But father can't see anything clearly at the moment. I saw my father looking around with puffy eyes, but swearing at the empty car door: "Boys, you can beat me, but you can't let me give up!" You come, I'm not afraid of you! Have the courage to come again! "

Father didn't say a word and sprayed one mouthful blood. Holding a bloody arm, he pointed in four directions and said, "Men, women and children on the bus, I don't expect your help. At this time, there are fewer people to help. Published many times in the newspaper. I beg you: stop my son, don't let him go forward, he has no mother, you can't let him have any more mistakes, please! " The car was quiet at that moment, and no one spoke.

"Dad!" I let out a cry, "Stop! Your father is not afraid of these thieves. As long as he has breath, he will fight to the end! " Father gave a roar and jumped on three bloody thieves.

The thieves have reached the front of the car door and are getting ready to get off. They stopped together and said, "Sorry, old man, you made us anxious, so don't blame your brothers for being cruel." The thief beat my father harder while muttering. From this moment on, my dear father fell into a desperate situation.

(3)

In the car, there were only dull sounds and heavy breathing when the fist hit the body. My father grabbed a thief by the neck just to pinch his eyes, but soon my father let go of his hand under a heavier blow ... I saw an angry look in the crowd around him, and a young man rushed out with a fist, but was pulled back by his beautiful girlfriend who was scared white at the moment.

Ten minutes later, three thugs squatted down, wiped six bloody fists on my father's clothes, and stood up to leave. I cried and rushed to the thief's head, but he kicked me down on the hood of the car. Wipe the blood off my forehead. I'm about to pounce on that villain again. At this moment, a scene that I will never forget appeared: my father curled up on the ground like a blood cell, struggling, rolling and moving on the ground, shaking in the sun before sunset and standing up again.

Father couldn't tell the direction, but he moved towards the three gangsters centimeter by centimeter by feeling, and continued to walk forward, cursing as he walked: "Boys, knocking down doesn't mean knocking down, understand? I can fall and never get up again, but don't let me give up! Forget it! "

Three gangsters stared at my father in amazement and said nothing. The first speaker was the thief head: "Old man, you have seed. You are the only person I have ever seen in my life. But I have to destroy you. If I get shot, I have to destroy you. If I can't convince you, it's boring for a bad guy like me to live. Understand, old man? "

The chief thief grabbed the driver's handlebar and turned to my father. I cried and knelt at his feet and said, "You hit me and let my dad go. Uncle, please help my father, he can't beat them, he will die ... "

I heard my father scream, "son, get up!" If it's still my son, stand up, stand up! Don't ask the thief, don't ask the people in the car, don't ask anyone, listen to dad! "

I stood up in the sneer of the thief's boss.

"Good son, well done. You can bow your head, but you can't kneel ... Remember? "

Everything my father said sprayed blood on my face. I heard my father's breathing as heavy and difficult as a bellows. I nodded and reached out to help him. My father fended off my hand and shook off three gangsters.

The first person to make way for his father was a thief. He was expressionless, but his eyes never left his father's narrow and small face for a moment. Other gangsters also quickly get out of the way.

Father stumbled forward. When his hand touched the first handrail, he immediately grabbed it until he died ... My dear, bloody father grabbed his hand tightly, and the doctor tried his best to break his fingers and carried him out of the car.

I roared and rushed to bite the meat on the arm of the thief's boss. My teeth sank into his strong flesh bit by bit, and hot blood came out through my teeth. He didn't move, let alone fight back. He watched me until I tore the meat out of my mouth and threw it on the floor. He gave me a strange smile and said, "We are even ... tell your father that we didn't win. Make it clear to your dad: this is the first time my buddy didn't win! "

He shook his head at his partner and the three of them walked to the car door together. At this time, the driver closed the door, started the engine with a bang, turned around and shouted, "Come on, big guy!" " Let's work together and beat these three bastards! If everyone doesn't start work, I'll drive directly under the bridge, and nobody fucking lives! "

Everyone in the car rushed down three thieves at the same time. The thief muttered, "So, we are finished ..." Ten minutes later, three bad guys were lying in the carriage.

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Father was washed away by blood and put on new clothes. The driver gave it to him.

On the way from the hospital to the crematorium, my dear father kept the posture before he died: one hand was on the handrail, the other hand was pointing forward, and the broken finger was shaking like a broken rope.

Father's eyes looked blankly into the distance, where there was neither his wife nor his son. ...

There are no more tears in my eyes. My dear father's eternal model in the bloody sunset is engraved in my lifelong memory ... Since then, I have encountered a lot of horror and anxiety when growing up in the Jianghu, but I remember one thing very well: don't be afraid, don't be timid, fight until the last moment, and don't run away from the enemy, no matter how strong the opponent is! I can fall, but I can't kneel for mercy; I can be knocked down, but I can't give up! Because my dear father won't allow it.

I became the best kid in school. Later, I was admitted to the university and worked in a company with good performance.