Looking forward to dad coming home, composition 1 "Hello, is that dad?" I can't wait to call. "Well, it's Wing Xiang. What can I do for you? Your mother has a headache again? " Dad said.
"You ... are you coming back for the Mid-Autumn Festival? My mother and I miss you very much. " I said anxiously. "Of course I'm back!" Dad said brightly. "Then I'm relieved. Come back early. Hang up. " "Du-"yeah! Great! Now go and buy moon cakes! I bought a big box of moon cakes with the money my mother gave me. Dad will come back, too Of course it will be grand!
Night came quietly, with some coolness. Our whole family get together except Dad. Set the table and put the moon cakes. Waiting for the arrival of dad and the bright moon. One minute, two minutes, three minutes ... an hour has passed. I yawned. Why hasn't dad come yet? Why is that bright moon still in the clouds? My eyes are moist. Didn't we agree to spend the Mid-Autumn Festival together? Didn't you promise to come back? Look at the bright moon again, but it still hasn't arrived. Maybe the moon doesn't come out because someone is not here. I sighed and said, "Mom, I have a headache, so I won't accompany you." "Oh, that you go and lie down. Alas, it seems that your father will not come. " I don't know why, just one step, tears can't help falling down. One step, two steps, I slowly walked into the room. "Shout shout, ah! I am back! " Dad's loud voice came from the living room.
"dad! It's dad! He didn't break his word! " As I thought about it, I took a step and ran out, throwing myself into the familiar arms. Tears flowed into my mouth, a little salty, but I felt very sweet in my heart.
My father is a freight driver, and he often travels. Every time I come back from a business trip, I will bring something to eat, such as chocolate, biscuits, steamed bread, Coca-Cola, bread and coke.
My father sometimes comes home late, and when he comes back, he still cares about my study and checks today's homework.
I woke up one morning and found that my homework was circled by a red ballpoint pen. When I take a closer look, I find that the questions circled are all wrong questions, and my father asked me to correct them.
Dad not only buys me snacks, but also sometimes buys me books. On my birthday, my father bought me a comic book.
A few days later, my father asked me if I had read the book. I said, "Yes." Dad said, "What does the book say?" I said, "This is a story about a man who left his wallet in the car." I told a story once and my father laughed.
Sometimes when my father didn't come home for several days, I asked my mother, "When will my father come home?" Mom always says, "Dad will be back soon."
Oh, how I wish my father could go home.
Dad went to Hubei to help today. People around him say that he is "angels in white" and a "retrograde hero", but in my eyes, he just loves me and my father.
My father is not tall, his figure is a little chubby, with a thick eyebrow and a pair of deep eyes hidden behind black-rimmed glasses, sometimes harsh and sometimes gentle.
Dad likes reading books, all kinds of books, especially medical books, thick one after another, and English articles. What he reads most is his professional book: Infectious Diseases. He likes telling me these difficult books, and I like listening to him. Although I didn't understand it, he didn't get bored and taught them bit by bit. We spent many wonderful days with books.
Dad usually doesn't talk much. When reading a book, his eyebrows are often twisted into the word "Sichuan", his lips are slightly pursed, and his head is bowed without saying a word. It seems that he is still thinking about some difficult problems while reading a book. When I made a mistake, he sat next to me without saying a word and stared at me unblinkingly, as if to ask, "What's wrong with you? Why is it wrong? How can I change it? " Dad's eyes always look down on me, admit my mistakes and make up my mind.
I am also my father's pet. Once my family went for a walk in the park and accidentally twisted their feet, grinning with pain. It's a long way home from the park. What should I do? Dad squatted down and looked at my feet: "ankle sprain, external force makes the ankle bear the maximum range of motion, and the surrounding muscles and ligaments are pulled and torn, painful and limping." I don't understand anything. I shouted, "Dad, why don't you just say whether we should go to the hospital?" Dad didn't speak, turned around and gave up his generous back to me: "Don't go to the hospital, it's dad who came back. Let's go home and rest! " "I gave him a smile, put my arms around his neck and climbed up his back. Father walked back step by step. He looked a little labored, walking the steps too deep and too shallow. I said distressfully, "I can walk." Dad said, "I know, but before you grow up, carry you more!" " "
My father is such a respectable and lovely father! Today I went to the hospital to send him to war. Looking at the back of his car, my tears are spinning in my eyes. I stared at my father's back closely and said silently, "Dad, you told me that going out is your mission and your responsibility. It is also a good opportunity for practical study. I know you must be the most serious person. " My mother and I are at home, waiting for your good news and your safe return! "
I hope my father will go home. My father is a very responsible person at work, but sometimes he neglects his family. I have never seen his face before, because he seldom comes home, and even when he comes back, it is often midnight. When I left in the morning, he was still sleeping. When he came back in the evening, I was already asleep. Now that the expansion of the new airport has been completed, he is not so busy. When he comes back, he always wants to make friends with me. It can be seen that he is trying to make up for my guilt.
This Tuesday, my father came back and sat at the table reading for a while. I, for a while, looked at my mother who was doing needlework, as if I didn't know what to do or say. Finally, a kaleidoscope on the table caught his attention. Dad picked it up and asked, "What is this for? It looks like something sprinkled with pepper. " I looked up, too lazy to answer. He looked at the glass and said, "There are so many colors here!" "Then pass it to me like discovering a new continent, and I'll let him have a good look in the tone of talking to primary school students. When he saw it, he shouted, "Hey, it's not the same as before!" "I saw that my father's understanding of kaleidoscope was not as good as my 3-year-old, so I had to induce him to take another step:" Look around again. " He jumped up again like Columbus: "Everything is different! I want to keep turning and see if there is any regularity. " My mother and I looked at each other and said, "Dad, this is not standard. Kaleidoscope is … "What, this is called kaleidoscope?" "..." I am speechless. Dad missed the chance to know the kaleidoscope. It's okay. You can make it up, but then the fun of playing with me can't be made up anymore. So I think dad missed a lot of things. "Hey, it's just a few three-sided mirrors." Dad finally understood the kaleidoscope, and I wonder if he understood something more important.
Dad invested too much in his work, and his family faded into a virtual image, so he missed my anecdote in kindergarten, the difficulty of interviewing in primary school, the joy of winning the first prize, the excitement of going home every day to report the new things in school, the competition in junior high school, the troubles and happiness in middle school, the excitement of going out shopping alone, the pain and anxiety of illness ... how I wish my father could accompany me all my life. Dad, family is as important as work, but family can't be repeated like work. Dad, hurry home, don't miss the next corner. Author: Xu Muyuan, Grade Three
I have a hope that has been buried in my heart for a long time. Today, I want to make it public, that is-I hope my father can go home early every day!
Dad usually comes back late, and I can forgive him, but he still doesn't come home on his birthday, which makes me very sad. That day, I specially ordered a birthday cake for my father and carefully prepared a gift. I ran home after school, waiting for my father's birthday. But my dad called and said that his colleagues at work knew that today was his birthday, and they wanted to celebrate it for him, so that my mother and I could have dinner early without waiting for him. I was so angry that I threw the gift into the trash can and cried on my bed. You know, this gift was prepared when I visited the ancient city of Fenghuang a few days ago. This is a key pendant. I asked the sculptor to carve a few words on it: "Dad, I love you! -catalpa "I'm going to give it to my father face to face on his birthday, but I didn't expect it.
The more I thought about it, the more angry I became. I cried and fell asleep. I don't know when my father came back. He sat by my bed, holding a gift from me, and said with a smile, "I'm sorry!" I was wrong today, but I really can't come back! How about I invite you to dinner with your mother tomorrow and make amends? " I forgave him. Dad opened the gift, read it again and again, and said with emotion, "Don't be angry, I'll try to go home as soon as possible!" " "
As far as I can remember, my father never went home earlier than my mother and I. Every time my mother and I go out and come back, the room is empty and quiet, and gradually, I get used to it. One night last winter, my mother and I came back from piano lessons together. It's already dark. When we went downstairs, I inadvertently looked up at my window, huh? The light is on at home! I panicked: there must be thieves at home. What should I do? My mother comforted me and said, "Don't talk nonsense. Maybe I forgot to turn off the light in the kitchen. " I ran upstairs and opened the door. I was shocked. So dad's back! I was shocked and didn't know what to say.