1. An essay for grade 4 titled "Dad is my role model" (100 words)
Dad is not only responsible for his work, but also gets along well with his colleagues. One time, my father saw that the elevator serving food in the canteen was broken, and he immediately called for workers to repair it. Even the staff in the canteen respected my father. Dad is a person who distinguishes between public and private affairs. At work, he has strict requirements for his colleagues and clear responsibilities. However, in private, Dad and his colleagues are like brothers, caring and caring about their families and lives. There is no leadership airs. My father is also a role model for me to learn from in terms of how to deal with people and things. ...
The power of role models is infinite. Everyone has his or her own role model. Who is my role model? He is my father who is both strict and kind.
My father is very kind and takes good care of me in life. I am always surrounded by the warmth of my father's love. This may be due to the family affection in the world, but my father's requirements for me are not I am very strict, and I am not sloppy at all in terms of character cultivation and dealing with people. In terms of study, my father has always been very supportive of me. No matter whether my grades are good or bad, he has full confidence in me. What touches me most is that although my father is already forty years old, he is willing to ignore the difficulty of memory loss in old age and study foreign languages ??day and night for my sake. Until now, my father still insists on reading foreign languages. No matter how busy he is at work, my father will take time to watch foreign language news. I know that my father does this all for me and to tutor me in foreign languages. Therefore, I have no reason not to study hard and live up to my father's expectations. My father’s learning spirit is my role model and the motivation for me to move forward.
I always admire my father’s in-depth study of his work and his pursuit of excellence. He has grown from an ordinary worker at the lowest level step by step, and now he is a business and technical manager. I appreciate all the hard work he has done. Eyes, mind. Now, my father is responsible for all business work, so he is naturally much busier than before. The most he did was not come home for five days in a row. After becoming a leader, my father had a lot of social activities. Every time I saw my father coming home after drinking and feeling uncomfortable the next day, I felt very sad. Dad, what is more important than good health? You are honest and sincere by nature, why don't you try to hide yourself by playing tricks? I saw that the silver thread on my father’s forehead had increased a lot. This was all because he was too busy and tired from work. My father’s seriousness and responsibility for his work, meticulousness, and dedication to the safety and efficiency of the company will always be an example for me to learn from!
Dad is not only responsible for his work, but also gets along well with his colleagues. One time, my father saw that the elevator serving food in the canteen was broken, and he immediately called for workers to repair it. Even the staff in the canteen respected my father. Dad is a person who distinguishes between public and private affairs. At work, he has strict requirements for his colleagues and clear responsibilities. However, in private, Dad and his colleagues are like brothers, caring and caring about their families and lives. There is no leadership airs. My father is also a role model for me to learn from in terms of how to deal with people and things.
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Dad, the father I admire the most, a father who is both strict and kind, I will always regard you as my role model. Move forward bravely on the road of life! 2. Dad, my role model essay
My dad is a very ordinary person. I once complained about his career as a chef. Because he opened a restaurant, there was no warm smell in the house because he worked all day. When I stay in the kitchen, I smell either barbecue or meat.
I have always been alienated from him, but he is a strong person in my life and a role model in learning. From him, I learned a lot.
Dad is often on the road all year round and has contributed a lot to the family, bringing prosperity and comfort to the family. But it was obtained with my father’s endless sweat and youth.
I rarely see my father. Sometimes we only see each other once a week, because my father comes back very late at night and I go to bed early, and my father goes out to buy groceries at 4 or 5 in the morning, and I can't see him.
Gradually, the two of us didn’t say hello when we saw each other. There was a generation gap between us. I always cared about him not playing with me, and I only saw other fathers playing with their children. I always resented him in my heart, but I didn't want him to make our family rich and comfortable.
Sometimes I think about him quietly, complain about him, and hate him, but I ignore that he is my favorite father.
No matter it’s windy or rainy, or it’s scorching hot or cold, my father always gets up early and stays up late at night, shopping for groceries, doing business, shopping for groceries, doing business... It’s always been like this, without interruption.
Until that time...that time, I came back from school. Because of the rain, I hurried home and was almost wet. I changed into a set of clothes, took a comfortable bath, and ate the dinner my father brought back at home.
I looked at the rain outside the window and felt particularly calm. There was only the sound of dripping raindrops. Faintly, I saw a familiar figure from behind. That was, that was, that was my father riding a motorcycle. Behind him were two baskets of vegetables. I was already soaked. I had an impulse to give the umbrella to my father. Hold up for him.
But being so close, I find it difficult to touch my father. Gradually, the back became blurrier and smaller, and finally disappeared in the rain.
I was worried that my father would catch a cold. Sure enough, as I expected, my father had a fever that night and was admitted to the hospital. The fatigue and heavy rain made him exhausted. But as soon as Dad finished hanging the water, he put on a raincoat, and the next day, he went to buy groceries early. When I found out, my nose felt sour, and I couldn't help it, and the golden beans fell off.
My resentment towards my father suddenly disappeared, but my love for him was a deeper love. Looking at the food my father sent back yesterday, even though it was cold, there was a warm current in my heart. in mind. Dad, he is the backbone of the family, he is my role model, never give up, never admit defeat, persevere to the end... 3. Your father writes an essay of no less than 400 words as a role model
A kind of love affects your motivation to fight when you fail; there is a kind of love that inspires you when you succeed. The belief in continuing to work hard; there is a kind of love that prompts you to make up for your mistakes when you make a mistake; there is a kind of love that inspires you to pick yourself up again when you give up. This kind of love is called father's love. Father's love is not as gentle as mother's love , so warm, so comfortable, but father's love has its own unique color. It is deep, it is implicit, and it is silently dedicated to its children; it is down-to-earth, it is real, and it keeps giving like this. Dad's love for me is special , I remember when I was six years old, I was learning to ride a bicycle. My father held me up, and then I gave up my courage to ride. As soon as my father let me go, I stopped riding. This made my father angry enough. He stopped holding me halfway and then let me go. It fell off, and I was so sensitive that I stopped immediately. The center of gravity of the car was unstable and it fell down. I also fell hard and cried loudly. My mother looked on and couldn't bear it, so she ran over to comfort me, but my father stopped me. My father said, "If you want to learn to ride a bicycle, how can you do it without falling?" After that, he carried me on the bus and continued to teach me. This time I didn't dare to be careless. I concentrated on riding the bicycle and didn't notice at all. Dad has let go of his hand. In this way, I learned to ride a bicycle. I secretly praised myself for being so smart, but I didn’t expect Dad’s credit. Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang’s rice bag and the rice spilled all over the place. I was at a loss for words. At this time, I saw my father’s eyes, and I was worried and happy at the same time. I was worried about how my father would blame me, but I was happy that my father would help me deal with this matter. I felt helpless. I looked at my father with eyes, hoping that he could help me think of a solution. But my father told Aunt Wang that I had to bear the responsibility for the mistakes I made, and asked me to pick up the rice back into the bag. I held back my tears and said everything after picking it up. I was hungry and tired, and my heart was full of confusion. Other fathers were like "holding their children in their hands for fear of falling, and holding them in their mouths for fear of melting." But why is my father like this? When I got home, I didn't care about complaining. I hurriedly finished my meal and went to bed. At night, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She said reproachfully to my father: "The child is too young, why do you let her do such a job?" "My father said, "The child should bear the responsibility for his own mistakes. If I do this, it will be good for her when she grows up." At that moment, I understood what father's love is. Father's love, What is it like? It is reserved and warm, caring for the children, special and sincere.
4. Your father writes an essay of no less than 400 words as a role model
A kind of love affects your motivation to fight when you fail; there is a kind of love that inspires you when you succeed. The belief in continuing to work hard; there is a kind of love that prompts you to make up for your mistakes when you make a mistake; there is a kind of love that inspires you to get back on your feet when you give up. This kind of love is called father's love.
Father Love is not as gentle, as warm, and as comfortable as maternal love, but father's love has its own unique color. It is deep, it is implicit, and it is silently dedicated to its children; it is down-to-earth, it is real, and it keeps giving like this. < /p>
My father’s love for me is special. I remember when I was six years old, I learned to ride a bicycle. My father held me up, and then I had the courage to ride. Once my father let me go, I stopped riding. .This made my father angry enough. He let me go after holding him halfway. Being sensitive, I stopped immediately. The center of gravity of the car was unstable and it fell down. I also fell hard and cried loudly. My mother was beside me. I couldn't bear it, so I ran over to coax me, but my father stopped me. My father said, "If you want to learn to ride a bicycle, how can you do it without falling?" After that, he carried me into the car and continued to teach me. I didn't dare to be careless this time. I focused all my attention on riding a bicycle and didn't notice that my father had let go of his hand. In this way, I learned to ride a bicycle. I secretly praised myself for being so smart, but I didn't expect my father's credit.
Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang's rice bag, and the rice spilled all over the floor, which made me at a loss. At this time, I saw my father's eyes, worried and happy at the same time. What I worried about was that my father would No matter how you blame me, I am happy that my father will help me deal with this matter. I looked at my father with helpless eyes, hoping that he could help me think of a solution. But my father told Aunt Wang that the mistakes I made were my own responsibility. I took responsibility and asked me to pick up the rice back into the bag. I held back my tears and after picking up all the rice, I was hungry and tired. My heart was filled with confusion. Other fathers treat their children like "holding them in their hands for fear of dropping them, holding them in their hands". "I'm afraid it will melt in my mouth", but why is my dad like this? When I got home, I didn't care about complaining. I hurriedly finished my meal and went to bed. At night, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She said reproachfully to my father: "The child is too young, why do you let her do such a job?" "My father said, "The child should bear the responsibility for his own mistakes. If I do this, it will be good for her when she grows up." At that moment, I understood what fatherly love is.
What does a father's love look like? It is implicit and warm, it is dedicated to the children, it is special, and it is sincere. 5. Dad is my role model 450-word essay
Speaking of the role model in my heart, how can I be missing? Dad!
My father is of medium height, thin, in his thirties, with a pair of bright eyes on his dark face, a high nose bridge, and a pair of small glasses. My father is very humorous. Whenever there are children playing with me, he will joke with them. In fact, he often jokes with me. One morning, seeing that we were late, my father and I hurried downstairs to school. Dad suddenly said: "I forgot to bring my schoolbag!" It really shocked me.
Dad is very concerned about my study. I remember one time when I was on the Internet, I came home from school, and the teacher assigned me a task: go home and draw a picture. I got home and thought about it for a long time, but I didn't think of anything to draw, so I told my dad about it and asked him for help. Dad said, don't worry, I'll figure it out with you. Finally we found the tortoise and the hare cartoon in a comic book and we decided to draw this picture. I finished the painting with colored pens in a while, and proudly showed it to my father. Unexpectedly, my father said seriously: "Your painting is not very vivid, and it does not reflect your level." I thought my father would scold me, but my father patiently said : "The reason you didn't draw well is that you drew directly with colored pens. You should first lightly draw a rough outline with a pencil, then outline it with colored pens, and finally add color to the picture." I did as my father asked, and sure enough I drew A satisfactory "tortoise and the hare" picture was produced.
My father is such a person, with wisdom revealed in humor and sternness revealed in patience. He is a role model in my heart.
Hope to adopt 6. Write an essay with the title "My Father's Heroic Deeds",
Hello: I have written this before, so I also have a backup in my computer. " I have a good father, with broad shoulders and thick hands. He works hard for me and is busy for me, and sets a good example for me. I have a good father, with broad shoulders and thick hands. He is like a safe haven, and there is no storm in your arms. Dad , I love you, and I don’t know how to repay you..." This is a song I learned to sing when I was in kindergarten. Every Father's Day, the melody of this song will ring in my heart. Some people say that maternal love is the most beautiful thing in the world. Great love. But I think father's love cannot be greater. Although my father is an ordinary person, he is a hero in my heart! The reason why I say this is not because he has any earth-shattering heroic deeds, but because he accepts me, appreciates me, cares about me, is willing to spend time with me, is responsible, and can establish authority! Because these are enough to prove that he can be a hero in my heart. If we talk about the above six aspects, there are endless things to say! The most unforgettable thing for me is that time when I was ten years old... That time, my father was on a business trip to Beijing, and he promised me that he would come home on time to celebrate my birthday. The day after my return was my birthday, but when he arrived at the airport But I was told: Due to a plane malfunction, it would not be able to take off on time. My father stood in front of the information desk and called me immediately. I almost cried with disappointment. If my father did not celebrate my birthday, I would not be in a good mood. My father also told me helplessly on the phone: "Hey! Why did this plane break down at this important time? As a result, I can't go home to celebrate my baby daughter's birthday. Hey!" Dad was on the other end of the phone Sighing again and again, he also felt my disappointment. He became anxious and shouted to the lady at the service desk: "When will the plane take off? There are hundreds of flights, but... My daughter's tenth birthday only comes once!" I put down the phone and was deeply moved by my father's last words. I thought: Even if he can't make it back, I won't blame him. The next night, my father dragged me. The exhausted body finally returned home, but he did not fall asleep because he was too tired. Instead, he said to me: "Daughter, I'm sorry, I came back a little late. But I still caught up. Happy birthday to you! Come, This is the gift I bought for you! "I'm so happy, dad is such a responsible dad! I once asked my dad: "What kind of 'magic' did you use to attract me?" Dad smiled and pointed at my little nose and said: "Haha, I have a secret! That is: the power of 'six'!" "I'm confused. "What is 'six'?" Dad then said: "You are a little expert in English, and you still don't know? Go check it out in the English dictionary: cceptance, appreciation (pprec at on), care. (ffect on), time (va lab l ty), responsibility (ccountab l ty) and authority (uthor ty), don’t these English words all begin with!” I quickly went to the dictionary and suddenly understood: "No wonder it's six!" It turns out that my father bought a lot of books to read in order to be a good father, and these six are what he learned from the books. My good dad, thank you for your hard work! I love daddy! You are my hero.
7. Write an essay on the title "Model"
When I was a child, my role model was my father. I thought he knew everything and knew everything. In primary school, my role model was my teacher. I thought She is knowledgeable and knowledgeable. Now, my role model is my dearest mother. My mother is the most ordinary person, but she is also the most extraordinary person. Living with her day and night makes me often ignore her. She is the one who gives me life. of great people! Her love is always so invisible and selfless that I can never find it. In spring, when all the flowers are blooming, when I am still sleeping soundly with my head covered, you have gotten up early and made breakfast for me; when I have fallen asleep happily, you are still lighting the lamp I have been working tirelessly. During the summer solstice, the sun was scorching. As usual, I carried Li Bai’s difficult-to-understand poem “The virtue is not bright, but it is not as high as the position...” Who didn’t know you were silently carrying water and fan for me behind my back, how many days and nights? , that’s how it came here! Autumn is coming, the autumn wind is rustling, and you have worked tirelessly to accompany me day and night. Although you can't help me with my studies, you have tried your best to make me have no "worries about my future." On winter nights, the cold wind howls, and you knitted for me during the day. Sweater, cover me with a quilt at night. Under your careful care, my hands are not oppressed by the "God of Winter" and are still white. However, mother, great mother! Your hands are getting older. Flowers bloom and fall, spring passes and autumn comes. "The past days are like light smoke, blown away by the wind, like mist, blown away by the wind..." "The moon is hazy, the birds are hazy" Now , (daughter-son) has grown up, and you have long since lost your splendor, mother! How much have you paid for me! Mother, the role model around me! \x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09 \x09Supplement:\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09\x09 \x09What is a role model? An example is a boat, allowing me to raise the sail of hope and taking me to the other side of victory; an example is a lamp, illuminating the road of life and driving away the hesitation of darkness; an example is a compass, guiding me in the direction of progress, so that I will not No matter how confused we are, there are role models around us that are worth learning from. The honesty and trustworthiness of the soy sauce girl is worth learning from. On a Sunday, the drizzle covered this narrow street with a layer of cicadas. Wing-like gauze. I came to the market early to buy soy sauce. Standing in front of the stall was a girl of thirteen or fourteen, holding a faded umbrella and a pair of watery eyes under her thick eyebrows. Big eyes. "How much is this soy sauce?" "Eight yuan and three bottles. I will buy two bottles and give you sixteen and a half yuan." The little girl answered clearly. "I'll have a bottle!" After saying that, I stretched out my hand and handed it over. Ten yuan, the little girl took the money, took a bottle, wiped the rainwater on the bottle with her clothes, and carefully put it into a plastic bag. "Here, please take it." She said and hurriedly gave me change. I saw her rummaging in the box for a long time before she raised her head and said to me: "I'm sorry, I don't have any change. This is one yuan. I'll give you 2 cents first..."
I took one Zhang looked at the dirty and rotten one dollar and glared at her angrily, thinking: Humph! Just want to take advantage! She spoke again: "I'm sorry, can I find it for you later?" I hesitated a little. She then said, "How about I send it to you when the stall is closed at noon. Where do you live?" As soon as I heard this, I knew she You're lying. It's just two cents. Forget it! Although I thought so in my heart, I angrily told her my home address. However, after a while, I forgot about it. While I was enjoying lunch, I only heard the "dong dong dong" knock on the door. , who could it be? I thought to myself: Dad rushed to open the door, ah! Isn't this the little girl who bought soy sauce this morning? "I'm sorry, I'm asking you for two cents." The little girl said shyly. I walked to the door and said embarrassedly: "Why are you really here? I thought..." "This money is yours, how can I Can you come?" After saying that, he put a two-cent piece of money into my hand and got into the drizzle... The drizzle was falling. At this time, the two-cent piece of money in my hand seemed to be gone. It's not two cents. These two cents contain credibility and the girl's honest and trustworthy heart. After she left, I have always been her as a role model. Her honest and trustworthy qualities are worth learning from.
8. Composition: 600 words about parents as a role model
1. My role model is my mother. My mother is not only considerate, but also an expert in mathematics.
I remember one time, as soon as our family finished eating, my mother told me: "You have to wash the dishes today"! So, I first put the bowls and chopsticks into the kitchen, then wiped the dining table, then put foam on the bowls, then washed the bowls, and finally, put the bowls in the basin. Sudden. I broke the bowl all at once because it was too slippery, so I accidentally broke it. After I explained this to my mother, my mother said kindly: "Son, don't be careless like this again!" I hurriedly said: "Mom, thank you for forgiving me." My mother smiled and said, "Remember, never do such a careless thing again in the future." I said happily: "I will never do such a careless thing again."
I remember another time, the mathematics teacher Mr. Liu sent a Mathematical Olympiad test paper to several people in our class, including me, the answerer. I hurriedly picked up the Mathematical Olympiad test paper and started to do it. Suddenly, I didn't understand a question, so I asked my dad. My dad took a look and said, "You have to ask such a difficult question at such a young age." So, my mother came over and said, "This question is really easy." Just listen to mom brushing and brushing, and it's done. Mom is so awesome!
2 Dad, you are my role model
My dad is a very ordinary person. I once complained about his career as a chef. Because he opened a restaurant, there was no warmth at home. Because he stayed in the kitchen all day, he smelled either of barbecue or meat. I have always been alienated from him, but he is a strong person in my life and a role model in learning. From him, I learned a lot.
Dad is often on the road all year round and has contributed a lot to the family, bringing prosperity and comfort to the family. But it was obtained with my father’s endless sweat and youth. I rarely see my father. Sometimes we only see each other once a week, because my father comes back very late at night and I go to bed early, and my father goes out to buy groceries at 4 or 5 in the morning, and I can't see him. Gradually, the two of us didn't say hello when we saw each other, and there was a generation gap between us.
I have always cared about him not playing with me. I only saw other fathers playing with their children. I always resented him in my heart, but I didn’t want him to make our family rich and comfortable. Sometimes I think about him quietly, complain about him, and hate him, but I ignore that he is my favorite father.
No matter it is windy or rainy, or it is scorching hot or cold, my father always gets up early and stays up late at night, shopping for groceries, doing business, shopping for groceries, doing business... It has always been like this, without interruption. Until that time...
That time, I came back from school. Because of the rain, I hurried home and was almost wet. I changed into a set of clothes, took a bath comfortably, and ate the dinner my father brought back at home. I looked at the rain outside the window and felt particularly calm. There was only the sound of dripping raindrops. Faintly, I saw a familiar figure from behind. That was, that was, that was my father riding a motorcycle. Behind him were two baskets of vegetables. I was already soaked. I had an impulse to give the umbrella to my father. Hold up for him. But being so close, I find it difficult to touch my father. Gradually, the back became blurrier and smaller, and finally disappeared in the rain.
I was worried that my father would catch a cold. Sure enough, as I expected, my father had a fever that night and was admitted to the hospital. The fatigue and heavy rain made him exhausted. But as soon as Dad finished hanging the water, he put on a raincoat, and the next day, he went to buy groceries early. When I found out, my nose felt sour, and I couldn't help it, and the golden beans fell off.
My resentment towards my father suddenly disappeared, but my love for him was a deeper love. Looking at the food my father sent back yesterday, even though it was cold, there was a warm current in my heart. in mind.
Dad, he is the backbone of the family, he is my role model, never give up, never admit defeat, persevere to the end...
La 9. An essay on the topic of father
Thank you to my father. "Thank you with a grateful heart for being with me all my life and giving me the courage to be myself..." Whenever I hear this song, every bit of my father's care for me emerges in my heart. What I saw in front of me made me feel so many things and moved me so much.
I always tell myself that I must be grateful to my father and never let down his love for me. The eagle soars because of the careful care of the eagle.
Today, my little eagle is thriving under his training and education. One day, I will soar in the blue sky. Now, he hopes that his son will succeed and he is very strict with me.
Every Sunday, he would ask me to read extracurricular books at home, memorize English words, and do math exercises. I used to be very disgusted with his behavior and often contradicted him, but he was not impatient, patiently reasoned with me, and set an example for me.
On Sunday, unlike other fathers, he did not go out to drink tea and play cards. Instead, he read with me at home and explained difficult problems to me. He also bought a lot of books to study at home. This moved me very much and also It made me understand his hard work, and I gradually understood the importance of learning. My father not only cares about my study, but also cares about my health. Whenever there is delicious food at home, he keeps putting it into my bowl and makes sure to tell me to eat more.
When he is not at home, he often calls me back, asking me to eat more, not to be picky about food, asking my mother to cook more delicious meals for me, and asking my mother to dress me warmly. Freeze me. I remember last week, I said that I was a little cold when I slept at night. My father hurried to the supermarket and bought me a hot water hose. He also filled it with hot water himself and put it in my bed at night. I felt very warm.
I grew up and matured under my father's meticulous care. Now, I am a fifth grade student. I love my family, my teachers, and my classmates. I am kind, lively, and healthy, and all of this was given to me by my father.
Father, poems, songs, and poems cannot fully describe the love you have given me. Addition, subtraction, multiplication, and division cannot fully account for the hard work you have devoted to me. Thousands of words just want to be condensed into one beautiful sentence: "Dad, thank you, my son will not let you down."
2 Father’s Love Everyone says that mother’s love is higher than the sky and deeper than the sea. But I feel that sometimes father’s love is deeper. Dad is like a tree, and my mother and I lean on it. Resting beside him. There are many poems and songs praising mothers, but few about fathers. In most people's eyes, fathers are strict and fierce, but fathers care a lot about their families. Once, I just finished school, and a classmate said to me: "Today our family has ordered milk again. The bottle in the morning belongs to my mother, and the bottle in the evening belongs to me, but my father doesn't decide his share and gives it to his cousin. It's so nutritious." You don't want any milk, you're so stupid! "Is your dad stupid? Don't you care about the next generation? How can you say that?" I said angrily. My classmate retorted: "My dad, what do you want?" Just say what you say, it’s none of your business, what are you shouting at me? Huh." Looking at the back of my classmate walking away, my nose felt sore. Just say whatever you want. This is what this classmate thinks. I can’t help but feel this. It reminds me of what happened at the dinner table. A few days ago, my family made my favorite steamed pork. There was a plate full of steamed pork, which made my mouth water. Finally, the meal started, and my mother and I were praising it while we were eating it. Dad's craftsmanship. When the meal was almost over, I realized that Dad only ate the dried bamboo shoots and a few slices of pork under the steamed pork. I quickly put a few steamed pork into Dad's bowl, and Dad put the steamed pork into my bowl. Inside, he said, "Children need to eat more." I quickly said, "Dad, you haven't eaten yet!" "I've already eaten a lot, and if you don't eat it, I'll give it to mother." I just held it back. I ate with tears and big mouthfuls. My father looked at me and smiled and said, "That's right." Father's love is great and we can't ignore it! 3. My father held up the blue sky for me, and the audience applauded for a long time. Standing on the podium, holding the calligraphy award certificate, I was very excited, but at this time I just wanted to say to my father: "Thank you, my dear dad. "Since I was a child, I have been a naughty child.
When I have free time, I either go up the trees to catch cicadas, or go down the river to catch shrimps. When I get bored, I can't help but draw a few little figures on my father's paper.
In order to cultivate my "concentration", my father asked me to pick up a writing brush. Unexpectedly, eight spring and autumn years have passed since I picked it up. With the help of my father, I won three first places and one second place in district competitions.
I couldn't help but feel complacent in my heart: "Dad, don't let me participate in any competitions in the future. I will be the first to get home when I go out." The father smiled.
He took me to visit the juvenile calligraphy and painting exhibition held in the province. Only when I saw the exquisite calligraphy works on the wall did I understand what the frog in the well meant.
My father led me to look at them one by one. Some words were magnificent, some were fresh and elegant, some were like tall mountains and turbulent seas, and some were like streams in the mountains. , endlessly memorable. My father asked with a smile: "How is it?" I held my father's hand tightly: "Dad, go home and write and write, I will not be content with others!" My father smiled softly again.
"When you pick up your pen, you are practicing calligraphy." My father always taught me this. In summer, the sun is scorching.
But I am sitting next to the Sifangtai, letting my pen and ink flow freely. My father brought fans and air conditioners, and gave me careful guidance at the table: "When you practice calligraphy, you have to experience it with your heart, so that you can improve."
In winter, when the wind is biting, my father is always there for me. beside. Help me wash my pen, but I forgot about the frostbite on my hands.
Every time I write, he never forgets to remind me: "This person must be like this character, stable, and square." I understand my father's heart.
This time in the provincial calligraphy exchange competition, I won another prize. My father looked at me from the audience, with that amiable smile still on his face.
Thank you, my dear dad, for bringing me the fragrance of pen and ink and supporting this piece of blue sky that belongs to me.