Composition Dad's _ _ _ _ _

I just want to tell my father that I really love him.

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Dad stared at my 55.5 test paper for a while, then turned and left. Everything is fine. I thought he would be furious. I can watch him leave again. At that moment, I found that he was much older, his back was not as straight as before, and the height of 1.82 meters no longer made me feel towering. His original good figure also has a "beer belly". At that moment, my heart suddenly felt so stuffy and breathless. Something called guilt was roaring and surging, like an endless surging river. I slumped in my chair, and everything around me drifted away, disappeared, disappeared. ...

In my memory before I was 6 years old, not many belonged to my father, because when I was young, he always went abroad for business trips three times, sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks, sometimes for months or even a year or two. At that time, I was extremely dependent on my mother. Maybe at that time, she was the only one for me. I remember many nights when I kept pestering her to tell me stories. My mother told the story in a feminine tone and gentle voice, and I fell asleep. Maybe I didn't realize it so many years ago, but in retrospect, my mother missed my father very much-because those wonderful stories belonged to him.

When I was six, my father came back. Although I don't have much impression of him, maybe only a vague outline, I fell in love with him at the airport that afternoon.

I couldn't help crying and ran to give him a silent hug. This inexplicable action excited my father-after all, he didn't think that I was still close to his father, and his father didn't see him often-maybe this is why blood is thicker than water. However, the reunion is short-lived. Six months later, he went to Australia.

Another year passed and my father came back. Since then, we have never been apart. At that time, we still lived in an old house on Linping Road, with only two rooms, a corridor and a bathroom, but this constituted our warm home. But at that time, I was in poor health and had problems: bronchitis, tracheitis, pneumonia and asthma. For two years, I have a fever, a cold and a cough, and I have an injection and a drip. Those days were chaotic, confused and at a loss, just mechanically repeating various actions of taking medicine and infusion bottles. Nevertheless, I still clearly remember that every time I went to the hospital, my father carried me behind my back. Generous shoulders, my tall and straight figure as a haven at that time, gave me a sense of security and was a figure worthy of relying on and trusting. At that time, I still stubbornly believed that I would always be warm as long as I put my arms around my father's neck, and I would always be safe as long as I could see his back.

After two years of baptism of traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine, my illness finally recovered. At that time, I was in Grade Two, and we entered my present home as usual. I was ill as soon as my father came back, so he resigned to take care of me. After his recovery, he began to invest. Maybe he didn't realize that the real trouble had just begun.

There is no doubt that I like playing, and sometimes I am crazy. I was mistaken for a quiet girl because of my illness, and I began to expose my true colors: broken glass was left by a fight.

It's very late, but the numbers that are still playing wildly bear witness to all this. Getting good grades doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. The teacher began to ignore me, and my father left a sentence after knowing everything: "Think about what you are doing? ! "A seemingly ordinary sentence means that he understands and I understand-this is a calm but dangerous warning. It seems that because of this sentence, I grew up a little, I learned to master the sense of proportion, and I found everything that should belong to me again. But who knows, I have already branded a picture in my mind: the back of my father who left after that sentence seems stiff and full of anger, and I can feel him flinching. It's a volcano that can erupt anytime and anywhere, because the magma inside seems to have been boiling for a long time. Beneath the angry appearance, there is deep helplessness and endless sighs.

My father hugged me tightly, as if I were preparing for the entrance exam for the fifth grade. That year, I made up all the lessons I had left behind: three years of Olympics and five years of ancient poetry. At that time, what supported me to study day and night was a father's words: "After four years of relaxation, you should study hard!" Then he left, his back in the sun actually has a sacred glory, which is a kind of trust and confidence in me. He has dreams and hopes for his daughter's future, and he has the hope of winning. I was moved by that back and started my real learning journey.

Father is back.

Vicky Zhang

Donghai county taolin high school

Every time I finish my homework and stand by the window, my father's sweaty figure will appear in front of me. ...

After I was admitted to the high school in the town, my parents made everyone laugh with joy. The night before school started, my father quietly said to my mother, "I won't take the bus tomorrow." I'll take a shortcut with a tricycle to send Crystal to report for duty. Save three dollars and buy a bottle of ink. " I am listening outside the door, my nose is sour: Dad, for the future of your child, you get up early, scrimp and save, and your heart is broken!

After breakfast the next day, my father put my bedclothes on the tricycle pedal, wiped his mouth and said with mirth, "Jinger, get on the bus." Dad will send you. "

In midsummer, geothermal, windy and hot, the sun is more like a pot of fire, red and bright, making people sweat all over. Dad pedaled hard on the rugged mountain road, and his face was burned red, like a red-hot iron. "Dad, hat." I quickly put a straw hat on him. "I don't have to, you wear it! Scholars, when their brains are exposed, will become stupid and will not get good grades. " He held the faucet in his hand, turned around and put the straw hat on my head. I wore a straw hat and looked at my father's sweaty back. A past event came into my mind:

It was the summer vacation of the second grade. The weather is very hot and the air is very dry. Many people the same age as dad enjoy the cool in the shade. Dad is a restless man. After wandering around the house yard for a long time, I couldn't find a job. I rubbed my hands and said to my mother, "I'm going up the mountain to collect some herbs." I'm going to high school and I have to save some money. " As soon as I heard this, I said, "Dad, I'll go with you." He looked me up and down: "I have grown up and seen a lot." So the father and son trudged on the winding mountain road with medicine baskets on their backs. When I reached the steep cliff, I was panting and sweating. Dad looked up at the steep mountain wall, looked down at me tired, and said solemnly, "I'll go up and have a look myself." You pick in this ravine and don't go up. Remember, don't go up! "His words are very strong and there is no room for discussion. I know that accidents often happen when climbing. Dad was afraid of one thousand, so he left me under the cliff. My eyes blurred when I watched him climb hard and sweat. ...

"Take a break and have a meal." Dad's words interrupted my memory, and the car had stopped beside a pile of jagged red stones. He took the boiled egg out of the old yellow canvas bag, knocked on the stone, peeled the shell and handed it to me. "Eat quickly, don't be hungry." Then he gave me a bottle of mineral water. While wiping his sweat, he walked to the stone pond and secretly sent coarse corn bread to his mouth, his cheeks bulging. After eating, I picked up the water in the stone pond, drank it with a splash, and then stood up with satisfaction. Looking at his back bent down too early because of hard work, my eyes filled with tears.

The school has finally arrived. Dad took my luggage down and rummaged for a long time before he found a crumpled stack of RMB: "I'll give you 80 yuan first, so save the flowers." Then I stuffed all the boiled eggs into my bag. I cried: "Dad, I will go home to see you and mom on Sunday." Dad nodded, and then quickly shook his head: "Come back on holiday. It's a long way and it costs money to go back and forth. Study hard at school, read more books ... don't miss home, do you hear? " I choked up and couldn't speak, just nodded hard. In the misty eyes, I saw my father's eyes moist, but he held back, bowed his head and buttoned my coat, dragging it back and forth: "I have work to do, so I won't send you in." Take care in the future. If anything happens, just bring a message back. "

The sun is shining in the afternoon and the ground is dizzy. Dad left in the heat on a tricycle. I stood on a high place, looking at his back, clothes sticking to his back, sweating like rain. My nose is sour. Tears can't stop again ... eyesight

I don't know when I started, I gradually became shy, shy and stopped raising my hand. I don't know why.

Now, I have been looking forward to it, hoping that I can be as lively and cheerful as before, have the courage to raise my hand, and see the teachers' trusting and affirmative eyes.

No matter how strong a person is, there are times when he is weak. No matter how brave a person is, sometimes he will be timid.

In class, I am a silent and introverted person. Besides talking and laughing with good friends, I seldom chat and play games with other students. All the speakers in the class are the so-called "high flyers", but I have been acting as a bystander. Although occasionally called up by the teacher, but most of them are faltering, trembling to say the answer in my heart.

I fantasized countless times that I would have enough courage to raise my hand that I had been hiding in my pocket, but I gave up at the last minute every time. At that time, you (the teacher) said "J.J.", and I pulled back to reality from the war with the "devil". My classmates looked at me in surprise. I was stunned at first. Then raise your head. I saw your (teacher's) expectant and kind eyes. I don't understand: "Will you (the teacher) want to listen to my speech?" Yes, I read the affirmative answer in your eyes. So, I summon up courage. I said the answer that I had recited many times in my mind. "Good answer, please sit down." You gave me a positive smile and I saw it. There is hope, affirmation and more shocking beauty in your eyes!

No matter how fragile people are, there are times when they are strong; No matter how timid, there are times when you are brave!

In the future, I will face everyone and everything with confidence, and I will face myself with confidence, and I will never forget to say, "Teacher, thank you very much!" " "

1. enthusiastic eyes

From the moment I entered the school, I came into contact with all kinds of eyes: parents' expectant eyes, classmates' approving eyes, and even my own confused eyes in the mirror ... But none of them inspired, encouraged and spurred me like Teacher Lin. ...

When I was in the sixth grade, Miss Lin became my head teacher. At that time, the weakest of my three major subjects was mathematics. Often, as soon as the teacher has copied out the topic, my thoughts have been sorted out, but I dare not raise my hand. With this fear, until the sixth grade. Teacher Lin often asks me questions when she knows, but I get it right every time. But once, as soon as I stood up, I tripped over my shoelaces and my classmates laughed. Confident, I was embarrassed and silent for a long time, and my mind was blank. At this moment, I looked up and met Mr. Lin's eyes. Those clear eyes are full of encouragement and expectation. I feel that all the data in my head are back, and my heart is very calm ... When I answered the question accurately, I met the teacher's eyes again. It was approval, it was happiness, and it merged with the continuous applause of my classmates into a golden light, which surrounded me.

I often ask some exercises. Teacher Lin always explains patiently and always asks me with big eyes: Do you understand? Once I accidentally broke the teacher's favorite teacup, and tea stains spilled on my exercise book. The teacher doesn't have time to look after the remains of that teacup, but he cares about my exercise book, which is not worth much money! I whispered, "Sorry, teacher, I ..." Before I finished, the teacher interrupted me, "Oh, what are you doing with this homework instinct?" Blame the teacher for not putting the cup away! "You know what? At that time, from your eyes, I only read the selfless anxiety about the students, but I couldn't find the disappointment about the cup.

I often miss the teacher's eyes when he is angry.

It was a math test. Due to my negligence, I wrote the letter Z as the number 2 and got two points deducted. There is only one mistake in the whole volume, I don't think so. But the teacher called me to the office, took out a secret book and punished me for copying this problem 10 times. I said with grievance, "Teacher, this is just a small mistake!" " Although it is a small mistake, in the exam, 2 points may lead to completely different results. ! "The deep blame and expectation in the teacher's eyes shook me, and I understood why you don't care about those beautiful carved teacups, but care about those thin exercise books that are not worth mentioning; Why give infinite tolerance to my carelessness in life, but give necessary punishment to my small mistakes in study? Why do you insist on teaching us again and again, regardless of your weak and tired body?

Teacher, how many feelings, connotations and expectations have your eyes absorbed; How much strength your eyes have given me; How affectionate and charming your eyes are!

Teacher Lin, let the students express their heartfelt thanks. Thank you for urging me in the sixth grade! Although you have only taught me for one year, you have taught me all my life! Your affectionate eyes will always shine in my heart.

(Instructor: Xie Ruiyun)

2. Mom's eyes

Since I transferred to another school, my mother is worried that I can't keep up with the courses and is very strict with my study. I have to check my homework almost every day, but recently my mother is not feeling well and has not checked her homework. Somehow, my mother suddenly wanted to check my homework today, and I was a little scared. My mother picked up my "ABC test paper" and opened it. I only heard her shout loudly, "My God, why don't you do so many questions?" Can you consolidate what you have learned without practicing in time? Your child is so disappointing to your mother. "Mother kind face suddenly become so strange. I bowed my head in shame, afraid to face up to my mother's stern eyes. Think of my mother's usual hard work. I feel very sorry for everything I have given, and a tear can't help but flow down. In order to give me a good study environment, my father tried every means to transfer to work here, hoping that I would have a bright future, but I just failed. I was about to plead with my mother, hoping that she would forgive me this time, when my mother also shed sad tears. At this point, I don't know how to comfort my mother. My mother opened my test paper again, but her stern eyes disappeared just now, stroking my head and saying, "Son, make up your homework quickly!" "! Mom believes that you are a good boy and you can do well. "After that, my mother sat quietly next to me, looking forward to my test paper.

3. The teacher's eyes

Teachers' eyes are sometimes scary, sometimes happy, sometimes sad, and sometimes full of strength. The teacher has a pair of talking eyes.

The classroom is quiet, except for the rustle of the teacher on the blackboard. We are doing a math problem in the classroom. This question is very simple, and I finished it soon. At this time, a classmate gave a signal, so I moved the book away, as if afraid of being discovered by the teacher. When I turned around, a pair of sharp eyes were looking at me. I was so scared that I took it back. How scary the teacher's eyes are at this moment!

The Chinese paper was handed out, and I sat in my seat in fear, waiting for the teacher to read the score. Hearing "Deng Qinqin passed the exam of 69.5", the teacher's kind eyes immediately cast a kind eye on her. She was so happy that she quickly took the paper from the teacher. The teacher smiled, and so did she. How beautiful the teacher's eyes are at this moment

The cleaning began, and the teacher gave me a task to clean a window on the side of the classroom. I took the rag and jumped on the windowsill to complete the glorious task given to me by the teacher. Through the glass, I saw the students busy working outside and the teacher was still working with them. I clean the windows and give off dazzling light. At this time the teacher praised me! The teacher's eyes are stars shining with wisdom.

These are the teacher's eyes.

4. Eyes of love

On a summer night, in a garden with lush vegetation and blooming flowers, a sacred thing is happening. Let's accept the baptism of the soul!

The moon hangs round in the dark blue night sky, elegant and noble, full of lemon-like luster. The stars also jumped out, as if to attend a grand opening ceremony, blinking mysteriously and emitting a little starlight. The wind is gentle and won't blow off a petal. The small garden smells of grass, and the shadows cover the low flowers. There are crickets occasionally.

A figure flashed in. From the outline, it was a woman holding a baby in her arms, wrapped in a small quilt, and then gently placed it under the flowers and walked out of this quiet garden alone.

Because the baby just finished eating his mother's sweet milk, he burped and spilled a little milk. He added small tongue and smiled. He could see dimples on his cheeks. What a lovely baby. He doesn't know what happened or what color fate will give him. Maybe he will be taken away by a rich family, maybe he will fall into poverty, maybe his life will end undetected, maybe. ...

The moon shines like gauze, orange reflects the baby's face, caresses this little life like the eyes of a loving mother, as if to praise, urge and praise the beauty and preciousness of life softly!

The stars are blinking, like elves adorning a quiet world. Let's look at this treasure together. Their eyes are soft and naughty, as if telling that the ethereal nature is the most beautiful place, and they want to lead the baby's soul to the sky. Baby, you are so happy. See how sacred the love of the stars is to you. They are the leaders of ideas. Are you going or not?

At this time, the wind blew and kissed the baby's delicate face, mixed with the smell of earth. This is the first time the baby has felt it when he came to this world. His breathing moved gently, and the cool feeling seeped into his heart, allowing him to enjoy himself. What a friendly friend Feng is!

A grasshopper jumped on the back of the baby's hand, and the baby wouldn't get away. On the other hand, let the elf jump, and the baby's mouth slightly itches. His little feet crawled a few times and opened the warm quilt. He stared at the world with round eyes. Everything is a mysterious world to him. No sadness, no joy, no complaints and grievances. The psychological balance is not a little tilted. He still doesn't know the wealth, humiliation and hard work of famous families. Everything is zero, beginning, hope and unknown. His innocent eyes infected the flowers, and the flowers were more brilliant and fragrant. His innocent smile stroked the buttonwood tree, and the cricket on the tree played the melody of life more cheerfully.

The baby stared at the moon. He doesn't know what it is or why it is so bright and far away. The baby's eyes are as bright as the moon. He looked at the starry sky, which was so far away and blue. He looked around at the shadows and sucked the fragrance of grass and earth. The baby felt the gentle touch of the breeze.

We live in a materialistic world, and we grow up under the influence of secular desires. In fact, we are really like this baby. Now that we are in this world, we should recognize the gift of life-life, cherish it, enrich it, take every step without regrets and understand the meaning of gain and loss. We realize our own value, but we are not alone. We look up to the sky and treat every life fairly. When we are disappointed, we should go to nature to find our virginity!

Please look at me with loving eyes.

"He and she are opening videos with each other. He took the camera to another desk so that she could watch him work. She has been staring at his works with gentle and loving eyes. In this video, he turns around and looks at her from time to time. Ten minutes later, he said, "I have to turn off my phone. I can't do anything with you around. I always like looking at you ... "Why can't you do something in public? The reason is love. How many people can look at their loved ones quietly when they are around, stick to it and concentrate on their work?

This distraction is really warm, sweet and happy. I think every lover in love has experienced it. As I wrote in a novel I have read, "A livid face is unsmiling. When he looked at the depths of the lively and lovely ocean that loved him, his livid face turned into gentle care around his heart. Because he loves her, she thinks at work. It's really hard to keep him from being distracted by looking at his eyes like Little Red Riding Hood wants to eat a wolf. After the heartbeat, the most tacit understanding is to stare at each other without saying a word and feel the ups and downs of knowing each other and loving each other with your heart. Can you understand each other's thoughts? If you plant love in your heart and take root in it, you can feel the same.

When you are in love, it will last forever and never move. The sense of commitment and oath is shocking, shocking, but why does love become less fragile than the surprise of a stranger's glance after a long time, such as the passing of an electric current? Is it because I am too familiar with the days when you love me and I love you? When the stormy passion has become dull and tasteless, my deep desire for change and freshness has been quietly discovered. But once I meet old love and new love, this is the most difficult heartache. I have long been doomed to hurt my heart, hurt my feelings, and hurt my love and need to care for the happiness of my business for a long time.

Please look at me with loving eyes! Because that's the source of colorful flying. Because the gaze of love echoes in my heart, I work hard for love. The key point is to turn the eyes of love into the driving force of work and support the sky of the soul. It is worthwhile to devote all your efforts and sweat to love and happiness. Just don't regret it

The heart is not afraid of stinging, and it is afraid that the heart and the heart can no longer be printed together to perceive the warmth and coldness. I'm not afraid of being passionate about love and becoming dull, but I'm afraid of meeting again after years of loss and really becoming a stranger. What is more disheartening than meeting each other late is forgetting all the good things in the past. Even if you can't look at it with loving eyes, don't look at it with strange eyes.

When fatigue climbs to the corner of my eye; Be disheartened when you fail; When the mood is gloomy, lonely and empty; When happiness flies proudly; If you love each other, please look at each other with loving eyes. Bear the pain together and share the happiness together. What kind of romance does life need to be complete and perfect? Let's start by looking at your sweetheart with loving eyes.

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