My father loves me very much and never teaches me to beat and scold. He taught me to practice calligraphy, teaching by hand, and was very patient.
The gifts bought for me on business trip are books and all kinds of copybooks. Once, he checked my homework and asked in surprise: Did you write it yourself? I didn't copy it, did I say no?
He asked me to give a live demonstration. I don't want to.
He said, how about a game? Ask mom to be the referee. This aroused my enthusiasm.
Father and daughter write one word each. I saw that my father's writing was really good.
But he said modestly: Tingting has surpassed her father. Dad told me to write carefully, horizontally and vertically, walk straight and stand straight, and don't stagger.
Writing should have perseverance and perseverance. You can't fish for three days, dry the net for two days and give up halfway. Where there is a will, there is a way. Under his urging, I insisted on practicing calligraphy, took part in calligraphy art classes, and won an excellent prize when I was studying in the provincial judicial police school.
Once, my parents went to Changsha on business and took time to visit me at school. I was anxious to show him one of my calligraphy works, which was posted on the wall newspaper at that time: "The world is innocent, a spring and autumn." Dad said yes again and again. He said: The theme is well chosen, so it should be a man.
Dad taught me to grow flowers: don't be flowers in the greenhouse. Dad has a wide range of interests. He can play erhu, play chess, like photography, and always takes a camera with him on business trips. What he photographed most was not people, but houses, especially schools, all kinds of school buildings.
He photographed these beautiful houses from other places and often dragged me and my mother to enjoy them together. I know he is comparing repeatedly and choosing the most suitable school building in Dongshan District, Guangxi.
He also likes to grow flowers and grass. Camellia, hydrangea and daffodils are raised at home.
When he is busy with his work, he has no time to take care of these flowers and plants, and sometimes they will wither quietly. I said to him, "Dad, you don't have time to take care of these flowers and plants. What a pity it is to die. "
He also said guiltily, "What a pity, what a pity. Dad is not a good gardener, and flowers can't be raised like dad. "
After that, he asked me to move the flowerpot to Uncle Luo's house downstairs and ask him to help with the rescue. After a few days of careful care, these flowers came back to life, and my father moved the flowerpot home and became a gardener. Dad often ignores the flowers at home, but he is very concerned about the greening of the county campus. He took the lead in mobilizing all teachers to plant flowers, grass and trees, and turned dozens of schools into garden-style schools.
My father taught me the skills of planting flowers, such as fertilizing, watering and pruning. He also told me not to be a flower in the greenhouse.
Every winter and summer vacation, he encourages me to go to the countryside to live with my grandparents. Let me see how hard farmers work, let me put ducks, pull vegetables, wash clothes and cook like rural children, and let me lose the arrogance of urban children.
Knowing that I have withstood the test of military training in the police academy, he said happily: My Tingting has matured. Dad encouraged me to sell mineral water: people without a college degree should also have their own way of living. I graduated from technical secondary school last summer. I have no distribution and am unemployed at home.
It was suggested that my father put me in the field of education. Dad doesn't agree
He said to me, "We must learn to survive by our own efforts." I contacted myself in Chenzhou, running around and hitting a wall everywhere, and finally found a temporary job: selling mineral water.
Mom began to get confused, but dad voted for it. One day, I set up a stall at the entrance of Beihu Park to sell mineral water. The sun is so big that I'm sweating.
I saw my father in the distance. He went to Chenzhou on business to see how I work.
I happily handed a bottle of mineral water, but he didn't answer it. Instead, he joked, don't you want money to sell yourself? He inquired about the price of mineral water carefully, calculated how much money he could earn every day, and encouraged me to work hard. I know his temper. Although the Education Bureau often needs to buy mineral water, I have never sold a bottle to my father's unit.
Dad is the director of education. He is always thinking about how to implement quality education in mountainous areas. He led the establishment of vocational education courses in primary and secondary schools, and each school was equipped with a vice president of vocational education.
I can't forget his last long talk with me. Last February 12 in Xiangya Hospital. He knows that I'm taking the self-study exam for junior college and passed five subjects. He said: "Today, a college degree is certainly needed, but it should not be taken too seriously.
People with diplomas have their own living methods, and people without diplomas should also have their own living methods. Ability is far more important than diploma.
There is no distinction between high and low work, the key lies in contribution. After taking part in the work, you should talk less and do more.
We should try our best to complete the tasks assigned by the leaders. "My father told me with actions that the cause of the party is above everything else. After my father became a director, he seldom stayed with me.
On several occasions, the teacher assigned homework on Saturday and Sunday and invited parents to go for a spring outing and an autumn outing. But every time my father said to me, "Tingting, I'm really sorry. My father has a job tomorrow. Let my mother take you there. "
Six years of primary school, I don't know how many rainy days, but I have never enjoyed the kindness of my father's umbrella. When it rains and floods, my father always gives way to his own business, regardless of the water at home, and goes to the schools in the countryside.
When I was very young, I often shouted, "Dad, it's time to eat." At that time, we lived on the second floor of the Education Bureau and my father worked on the third floor.
I leaned against the railing, looked up and shouted, "Dad, dinner!" " "I didn't come down and shouted" Hu Zhaocheng has dinner! " Before I got down, I shouted, "Hu Zhaocheng's father has eaten! "This model has almost become my daily routine to deal with parents who forget to eat and sleep. My father has been riding a bike to work since I was sensible. Except for the frame, almost all the parts of the car have been changed, which can be said to be old-fashioned
Fortunately, his car has an obvious feature: the rubber sleeves of the two handles of the faucet are different in color, one is green and the other is black. I can recognize my father's car at a glance in a pile of self-driving cars.
Dad left us. I can't accept this harsh fact in any case. I always feel that my father has not left. He has gone on a business trip, gone to the countryside, and went to the station to work overtime to write materials.
I polished his bike and put it in the shed so that he could ride it to work at any time. Looking back on my father's life, he told me by action.
How does my good father teach me to do my homework? On Sunday, my father and I walked to buy stationery. Suddenly, my father accidentally slipped and fell into a small pile of sand. My father's trousers have a hole in his knee. People in the street are watching us. I felt very embarrassed, so I muttered to my father in Shuai Shuai, "Dad, buy a New Pants. It's really ugly. " Dad said calmly, "If it is broken, you can make it up." We went home after buying stationery. I was still angry when I got home.
I went to bed in the middle of the night and suddenly had to pee, so I got up and went to the bathroom. I passed by the door of my parents' room. Through the crack of the door, I saw my mother mending my father's trousers. The father next to him said, "Today, I am not happy. I can buy a New Pants for 20 yuan. But the business of wool mills is not good now, so save it. " Mother said, "it doesn't matter if we suffer a little, but we can't suffer the children." Anyway, let them study hard and read something. We should save some money and buy them everything they want to buy when they study. " ……
At this moment, my tears burst out suddenly, and it took me a long time to fall asleep tonight. I think: mom and dad are so hard. They opened a wool mill as their boss, but few workers invited them. After receiving the goods, they personally work overtime until late at night every day, pulling the machine to knit sweaters. Dad often delivers goods on a tricycle in Da Lang Lane in the middle of the night to earn some hard-earned money for his younger brothers and sisters to study. You must study hard in the future, repay them when you grow up, and don't abandon them.
My father is usually as fierce as a tiger, which scares me away. It turns out that he is so frugal. My father is an old father and looks more handsome.
I slept soundly this late at night.
Hope to adopt. Thank you.
3. Dad taught me to write a 250-word composition [Dad taught me to write a 250-word composition] Today, I am very happy to talk to my father about my composition! In the morning, on the way to the cram school, I chatted with my father about my composition. My father taught me to write a composition of 250 words. Father thinks about this topic for a while and that topic for a while. It's too dazzling. When I came back from the cram school, my third grade composition "My father taught me to write a 250-word composition". My father raised many questions one after another. With the experience of the morning, I am not too flustered. I'll say it one by one. I'm not even afraid of random composition topics. You see, my father wrote another random composition, Hongye. I said unhurriedly: there are two red leaves on that tree ... haha. I did a lot of propositional compositions today. I learned a lot of composition methods. I'm so talented. I'm so happy! Grade three: Jinbao.
My father taught me how to write this composition carefully at school. The word "earnest" is often used by teachers and my parents at home. As a primary school student, I have never understood these two words, and I don't know why. Whenever I am asked to be "serious", I immediately act like a "good boy", dare not talk nonsense and just do as I say. To this end, I once told my father about my inner confusion.
One day after dinner, my father called me to him. He handed me a thread and a needle and said, "Come on, help me recognize the needle." Because my parents often let * * do odd jobs, I didn't think much about it this time. I walked past with needle and thread in my left hand and thread in my right hand, staring at the eye of a needle. "Well, here you are, Dad." I said. Dad took the needle and thread and said with a smile, "Yo-ho! The action is quite fast. " I said, "What is this? Don't forget my binocular vision
1.5, threading a needle is a piece of cake for me. "Say that finish, I turned and left and so on! "Dad stopped me, only to see him hand me back the needle and thread, saying," I want you to recognize the needle again, but I have one condition, that is, when you recognize the needle, my hand will change fingers in front of you, and you are required to quickly report the number of my fingers when you recognize the needle. "Is that okay?" I felt quite fresh as soon as I heard it, and immediately came up with energy. I couldn't wait to take the needle and thread and casually said, "No problem!" However, it was not until the beginning that I realized that the game was not as simple as I thought. Hardly had I picked up the needle and recognized it when my father's fingers began to change. I quickly looked up and counted. At the same time, I quickly aimed the thread at the eye of the needle, and it was about to go in. Dad's finger changed again, so I had to count off in a hurry, but the needle and thread were separated. When I was about to re-thread, my father's hand shook in front of me, and I immediately panicked. As a result, I can imagine that I either reported the wrong number or typed the wrong needle, which made me confused and tired of coping. Faced with such a situation, I was very anxious and thought it would not work. If you don't do it, you can't do anything well in the end, and eventually the bamboo basket will draw water with a sieve. So, I quietly started having an affair with my father. The way I take is to report the changes of my father's fingers blindly, regardless, and pay real attention to the needle piercing. As a result, the needle was quickly recognized. Dad couldn't help laughing when he watched my performance. Then he stopped laughing and asked me seriously, "Please think about a question, why does it take longer to recognize the needle for the second time than to use it for the first time?" I thought for a moment and replied, "Oh! In my opinion, you can't do things half-heartedly, you should concentrate. " Dad nodded. "You're right! It's called. Really? . No matter what you do, you should be single-minded, unfocused and focused, and complete what you want to do from beginning to end. Do you understand? " I nodded vigorously and said, "I see! Dad, from now on, I will study hard, finish my homework, correct my shortcomings and do everything well. "
That night, I said "seriously" several times like I promised my father. It's not casual, it's serious Because I understand what is "serious" and how to deal with it.
My strict father taught me to write a composition of less than 300 words. I have a strict and good father. I remember that in the first semester of the second day of junior high school, once I wrote askew and slowly. At that time, my father repeatedly stressed that I should write beautifully, otherwise he said that I would be very angry. I didn't pay attention to what he said at that time, or I wrote the words askew. My father seriously pointed out this wrong way of writing and said, "Zhou Xiaofang, a person's writing is like a person doing things. Whether the word is beautiful or not can be seen whether a person is serious and careful. " At the same time, I was punished to stand against the wall for an hour so that I could meditate on this problem.
The next day, when I was doing my homework at home, I was much more serious. My father praised my writing progress that day, but I still didn't write well enough and my writing speed was very slow.
During that time, my father has been teaching me to practice calligraphy. Also reminded me not to talk while writing. If so, it will reduce the speed and quality of writing. Pay attention to what you do, not half-hearted.
After listening to my father's teaching, I tried to correct all kinds of bad habits in the writing process. After a while, my father saw that my handwriting in the exercise book was becoming more and more standardized and the writing speed was also improved. Every time the writing exercise book sent back from school is A+, my father's face shows a satisfied and happy smile.
Today is Father's Day. This article is dedicated to my beloved father. Happy holidays to dad!
Refer to it and adopt it.
6. Teach me how to write other people's composition steps. My father has 500 words. My father.
1. Question: It has been said that family is a warm harbor, and father is the indicator of this harbor; Someone once wrote that when I was hazy, my father was a mountain. Sitting on his shoulders, I could always see far away. The Book of Songs wrote: I am a loser, I am a thief; Mourn for my parents and give birth to me. Perhaps, for many people, father is like a harbor, like a mountain, so unattainable. For me, I think my father is more like a friend, not only a family relationship with blood thicker than water, but also a friend who talks about everything.
Second, introduce the father and a simple case to mention that the father is a friend, taking life experiences and family disputes as examples.
Third, the end: Love is not only a material dependence and psychological bearing, but also a spiritual communication and emotional communication. Just like a movie line: we are all snowflakes in the sky, and no one knows anyone. We fell to the ground, turned into ice and water, and we can't live without them anymore. This is the portrayal of father and son.
7. How to write my father's composition to educate me is urgent. My father loves me like a song. I am a bird, and my father's love is the sky. I fly under the care of my father.
I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love. My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.
I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on."
I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded hard.
When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it." I looked gratefully at my father, who educated me with tolerance.
Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them."
After all, I am still a child. "Dad told me a lot of truth, let me admit my mistake.
I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents. I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.
I have a good father who taught me what love is. I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life! Father remembers that one day, you told me; A girl of 15 years old was buried in the ruins. The girl's father rescued the girl alone within 1 1 hour. The girl hugged her father tightly after being rescued.
The first sentence is: "Dad, I will never quarrel with you again." It turned out that before the earthquake, my father and daughter had a quarrel, so ... after listening to this story, I was shocked and moved, and a feeling of gratitude came to me.
Remember: when I was one year old, you hugged me and told me stories. I smiled happily in my sleep to thank you.
When I was two years old, the first thing I said was "electric light". You are very excited. I thank you by saying "electric light" repeatedly.
When I was three years old, you held me, held me and taught me to walk. You let go of my little hand, looked at my faltering steps and smiled with relief.
I repay you with practice again and again. Finally, I learned to walk. When I was four years old, I was afraid to take medicine.
That time, because you didn't take medicine, you hit me, and your handprint was printed on my * * *, and I cried so sadly. You feel bad and bought me a Transformers.
I thanked you and smiled happily, but I didn't talk to you for a long time. When I was five years old, I went to a small class in kindergarten.
You sent me to school. On the way, you said, "Be obedient and be United and friendly with the children." I repay you, and I am often praised by the teacher, saying that I am obedient.
When I was seven years old, I went to the first grade of primary school. You let me go to school by myself, let me study hard and make friends. You are afraid that I can't keep up, but I will review with me.
I repay you. When reviewing, I always want to escape and play. When I was eight years old, I got the certificate of "Learning Activist" on June 1st.
You are very happy and encourage me to make persistent efforts. ..... Time flies, and in a blink of an eye, I am fourteen years old and have entered the middle school.
Look at you-a lot of money has climbed on your head. But your love is still not old, your love is like a colorful halo, covering me.
Give me strength and warmth silently. Maybe sometimes, you are not my best friend; Sometimes, there may be differences and contradictions; Sometimes, I don't understand you or even like you.
However, a father is a father, after all, it is your father. Let's take a short time to pay tribute to this man named "Dad" and say "thank you" to him.
Although sometimes I can't say it to my face, he has been with me, listening to my boasting, listening to my stories, listening to my sadness ... You are by my side, watching me grow up and watching me gradually learn to be strong and independent. Father has always cared about me and protected me.
Give me a sense of security that I can rely on. Father loves like a mountain, and his strength is like a mountain; Standing in obscurity like a mountain; Selfless dedication, silent support, strength is like a mountain ... Dad, I know you have troubles, you have pressure, and you will be tired.
So, I will try my best to understand you. Come on! Dad! Father likes fragrance. When it comes to love, the first thing that comes to mind is maternal love.
Mother's kind smile, caring nagging and careful care always move us and make us unforgettable. Silent fatherly love is easy to be ignored.
Because unlike maternal love, my father often leaves behind a hard-working back and a serious face. Beneath what we can see on this surface, there is something hidden in the dark, which is easy to be ignored and has a refreshing breath-love. One day, a middle-aged man helped his elderly father go for a walk in the park.
Birds are dancing in the park. The father pointed to a bird and asked, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "It's a thrush."
The father asked again, "What is this?" The middle-aged man replied, "Thrushcross." This is the father asking again: "What is this?" Middle-aged men think it may be that their father is old and his ears are not working well, so there is a saying called "Thrushcross."
But before it was over, my father asked the same question again ... so repeatedly, for the first time 10, the middle-aged man got impatient and shouted loudly, "It's a thrush. Don't ask again! " The father is unusually calm and has no intention of being angry with his son at all. He said in a loving tone, "Thirty years ago, when you were four years old, I brought you here.
He was very excited because of curiosity and kept asking' what is this?' Twenty-five times, and every time I patiently answered,' It's a thrush. Because I think you are young and curious! "At this time, my son jumped on his father and cried like a child.
In life, we often see the parting pictures of children leaving home to make a living on TV. Mother cries in a low voice, telling one sentence after another, while father always just says "well, it's time to go."
So plain, who knows these short sentences?
8. How to write my father's composition My father is an old teacher who teaches at Shangsi Experimental Primary School. He is 1.7 meters tall. Although his face is not thin, he has bright eyes and a high nose. He looks very happy. Although he is in his early fifties, he still has black hair.
Dad is a caring father, so I often ask him questions. Dad always helps me solve my problems. On one occasion, the teacher assigned homework to let the students go back and write a composition entitled "My Sunday". I think it's very simple. It's finished in an hour. I handed in my homework to the teacher. Soon, the teacher gave me the composition book, saying that my composition was off topic and let me take it. Dad encouraged me so much that I am confident that I can write my composition well. Dad told me what I did wrong first, then asked me to rewrite it with a draft, completely correct the mistakes, and finally wrote the revised composition in the composition book. When I was at school, I showed my composition to the teacher. The teacher said that I made rapid progress, and I smiled happily. But you don't know. All this is my father's teaching and encouragement, otherwise I wouldn't have made such rapid progress.
However, fathers also have shortcomings. My father often plays computer mahjong in front of the computer for hours, more than me. Once, my mother cooked a meal and asked us to come over for dinner. When I came to the table, my father was still fascinated. How I wish my father could get rid of these problems!
Although my father has some bad habits, how noble and great he is in my heart!
9. My father taught me how to write a 600-word composition on being a man. Like most of my classmates' fathers, my father is a conscientious worker.
Medium height, strong body, simple face, a pair of big hands full of calluses, barefoot all the year round, constitute a competent peasant image. His hard-working, simple, honest and stern character left a deep impression in my heart.
He is conscientious and strict with himself in everything he does, and has never relaxed his education, especially teaching me how to be a man, almost to a strict degree. On Saturday morning, I walked home, leaving a trail of footprints behind me.
Here we are! As soon as I throw something, I lie in the chair and don't want to move. "Don't move as soon as I get home, lazy at school? Do nothing.
Get up! Get up and wash clothes! "As soon as I got home, my father kept nagging. I moved reluctantly, but I still lay down. After a while: "get up quickly, you don't even wash your own clothes." Does dad still have time to help you wash? " "This time the sound is eight octaves higher than the last time.
"Wash and wash!" I got up, washed three times and two times, and lay still in the chair. Dad looked at it, shook his head, stared at me with majestic eyes and said, "I went to junior high school." Why are you still so sloppy? Wash it again! " "Irrevocable command.
I have to wash it again, even though I don't want to. But this is something that can't be helped! He is the "supreme officer" of my family, and I have to obey his orders! This time I was serious and careful, and it took me an hour to wash my clothes without any stains.
Dad came back from the mountain for dinner, looked at the clothes hanging on the rope and said with a smile, "That's more like it!" " No matter what you do in the future, you should be careful and be strict with yourself. Everything should be done well, and you will succeed when you grow up. "I can't do such a thing in the future. If I want to play for a while, I will be careless. As a result, I had to do it again. I might as well do it right away.
On Sunday afternoon, I was going back to school, and he began to "nag" again: study hard at school, unite classmates, ask questions if you don't understand, be strict with yourself, and … I don't want to leave home.
Walking, I looked back again. He stood and smiled at me! I turned and strode to school, leaving a trail of footprints behind me. Dad taught me to be a person who loves labor, studies hard, works hard and is strict with himself.
This is a precious treasure that my father taught me.