Help me write a composition. Dad's love.

When I was a child, my father always smiled. Even if my mother quarrels with him sometimes, he always greets him with a smile. Once my mother was so angry that she turned and closed the door as soon as she entered the room. My father pushed me into the middle of the door when I was three. I saw my father smiling, but I didn't know what to do. I stood at the door, looked up at my mother and looked back at my father. Mother couldn't help laughing.

At that time, my father was a middle school physics teacher. When I grow up, I am curious about the school curriculum. I admire seeing my father speaking on the podium, but my father said not to be disturbed in class. I wanted to go in but didn't dare, so I poked around at the door. Dad just wrote something on the blackboard and didn't look at the movement below. The students became active, and several people motioned for me to go in.

I took two steps, shrank my feet and looked at my father. He is still writing letters, but he hasn't seen me. I was so nervous when I walked in, and finally I squeezed myself behind the door and dared not come out again. Dad finished writing and continued his class, only to see all the students smiling while covering their mouths. Finally, he found the movement behind the door. He opened the door and saw me hiding, with a gentle smile on his face, reaching out to touch my head.

There is a blank memory behind me. I don't know whether to be sent home on the spot or to sit inside and wait for my father to finish class.

When I was a child, I was sickly and spent a lot of effort on my parents. One night in the middle of the night, my mother suddenly had a bad fever, and my father went to the hospital behind my back.

I fell on my father's warm back and jumped up and down with the rhythm of his footsteps. Seeing the stars shining gently all over the sky, I began to chat with my father about the stars. I was very confused at that time, and I still remembered to ask for the stars in the sky. My father also fooled me with a long ladder that could reach the stars. Then he showed me the faint shadow on the bright moon and told me that it was a tree on the moon and a fairy. I looked up at the crystal moon in the magical night sky, surrounded by magical warmth, and my body gradually cooled down.

I didn't see a doctor when I arrived at the hospital, and my fever went down. Dad carried me back again. Later, I said I was sick. Just show me the stars instead of seeing a doctor. I'm so happy.

When I was a child, I always slept with my sister. At that time, my parents would come over in the middle of the night to see if our quilts were covered. The yellow flashlight light is the expectation of every night. Time swept my eyes and I woke up. However, I always seem to know that I can't open my eyes when this warmth is revealed, so I closed my eyes and let the flashlight sway my eyes. Pretending to sleep is not like pretending to be old. My eyelids always jump. The more I try to calm it down, the more I dance.

From school to senior three, school teachers began to make up lessons crazily. Dad has been working in the education commission, and he is not optimistic about the teacher's make-up classes, saying that the courses can actually be completed in the classroom. This kind of squeezing education has squeezed the aura of all students. Of course, I can't say this, but it is of great benefit to me. As soon as the teacher wants to make up lessons, I will go home and let my father write a note. In the eyes of many people, this should be my father's excessive encouragement. But in any case, I am one of the few people of my age who have no fear of the college entrance examination.

Later, when I went to college, I lost a lot of contact with my family. I often don't call home for a long time as long as the food stays the same every month. The period before graduation should be a crazy day for every college graduate. At that time, I always felt depressed and wanted to vent, but I couldn't stop venting. Unlike those crazy boys, we don't throw tape into the kettle, but walk silently in the street with some friends, thinking.

What impressed me for the first time was the spirit and the jar. As they walked, the three men began to cry. Nobody advised anyone, and then they called each other. Father was in Shenzhen on business that day. When I got on the phone and heard my father's voice, I burst into tears. Dad didn't ask anything. When I calmed down, he asked me if the weather was cold and if I had enough clothes. I cried again, then sobbed and said, Dad, I miss you.

It is very difficult to find a good job after graduation, and there is no place to ask for help with the certificate of excellent graduates. I have been thinking about whether my leading role is dynamic or static. If it is static, I will go home to accompany my parents. If it's dynamic, I'll break in alone outside.

Finally, I decided not to go home, not because I saw that I took the initiative, but because I wanted to let myself go more.

After all, it is not a trivial matter for a girl to have nothing in a foreign country. I know I have to make it clear at home, and I'm not sure if I will get approval and support. I have to say that day, I dialed the phone in fear and trembling and explained it to my father in detail. Dad listened quietly, and then said, if you think clearly, just do what you want. The most important thing is yourself. We can make a reference at most. If you have any difficulties, talk to your family. I asked my father, what should I do if I can't get along well outside? -is to determine the posterior. Dad smiled and said, how can I discuss this with you now? You want to retreat without doing anything, then come back now.

I have been working for more than two years in a blink of an eye, but I have been running far and far to the south. Two months ago, my father came to see me with my mother. I am glad that the years have not left too many marks on my father's spirit. He is as optimistic and cheerful as before. I took them to Shenzhen and Zhuhai and talked about everything along the way.

A week later, they will go back, but I didn't want to talk that night, and I couldn't eat any food, as if every word I said and every bite I ate would reveal my inner SOB. I'm afraid they will see something, but the smile is getting more and more reluctant. Dad saw it and asked me why I was so happy and didn't say anything tonight. I didn't even say no, and then I laughed.

Go back to the dormitory at night, but can't sleep. Thinking about the cracks left by parents' canthus years, thinking about floating in the sky alone. What is the effective time to repay them? And now, I have nothing but myself The long sigh in my heart was drowned in that dark night, and occasionally two pieces of light tore from nowhere.

Then I called home one day, and my father was not there. My mother said that she didn't fall asleep the night before she left, thinking that I didn't eat much. Dad couldn't sleep over and over again, saying that he had been thinking about why I was unhappy that night ... holding the phone and listening to my mother quietly, tears slipped down.

This morning, as soon as I got online, I went to the paging desk and sent a short message to my father: Good morning, Dad, it's cold today, and I have enough clothes. Don't worry about me. ...