Introduction: Dad is a hard-working man. He often does housework, wash clothes, mop the floor, and cook meals. Usually, my father hums a tune while doing housework, looking happy. The following are more excellent sentences describing father's words and deeds for your reading and reference.
1) , ?Wonderful, wonderful!? Dad also laughed so hard that he praised me for my thoughtfulness. The whole family burst into laughter. My mother pointed at me and my father and said, "Look, you two, father and son, have become two brothers." ?At this moment, I feel that my father is really like a big child. How I wish my dad and I could always be this happy.
2) I remember one Sunday, I was watching "Little Star" in my room. Suddenly, laughter came from the living room. I stretched my head and saw, ah! Dad actually put the shoes and clothes I wore when I was a child on the kitten. Hee, that’s interesting. I dropped the book and ran to the living room. Looking left and right with a smile, I always felt that there was something missing. By the way! I grabbed a small hat and put it on the kitten:. Ha, this is really like a kitten house, I was dancing with joy.
3). My father is the editor of a composition newspaper. Due to long hours of hard work and sitting, his back is a bit hunched, his hair is a lot whiter, and there are many wrinkles on his forehead. These are very inconsistent with his age in his forties. No wonder my mother often said: "This line of work is too hard, and editing is an aging agent." ?
4). My father is in his forties, tall, and has a pair of big, bright eyes. He was very skillful with his hands. If his neighbor's sewer was clogged, he would help him clear it; if someone else's electrical appliance broke, he would help him repair it. Neighbors say he is a warm-hearted person.
5). My father is a tailor, so naturally he cannot do without a pair of scissors. Look how skillfully and easily he uses the scissors. Just listen to the squeaking sound of the scissors, and he quickly cuts out novel and unique fashions under his scissors. He rarely had to draw lines when cutting clothes, and his cuts were always so accurate and neat. Customers who come to Dad to have their clothes made, everyone praises him as a great tailor.
6) Dad’s nail clippers are always hanging on his trousers. Every time he takes out the nail clippers from his waist, he pulls my little hand, and with a "chacha" sound, I grow The long nails fell onto the paper that my father had laid out in advance. In this way, my father kept cutting my nails year after year.
7). I have a father who loves to work. He always goes to the mountains to pick mines before dawn every day, and can only go home after dark. Due to long periods of exposure to wind and sun, my hands were callused and my feet were cracked. There is always no smile on my father's face.
8) My father is a smoker. It is normal for him to smoke a few cigarettes at work, a few cigarettes at home, and watch TV after meals. If someone comes, it will be terrible. When you enter the living room, it will be filled with smoke and no one can be found. Once, he had a stomachache and went to see a doctor. After seeing the doctor, he said: "Drink less and smoke less in the future." When he heard the words "smoking less," he sweatdropped and said, "Yes, yes." ?But within a week, I started smoking again.
9) People praise the beauty and prosperity of the metropolis. As a construction worker, my father is the creator of the beautiful image of the metropolis. Dad loves to draw. With just a pencil, the clear sky, faint distant peaks, spiritual mountains, trees, houses, small bridges and flowing water will appear in his paintings. He is also a good player at playing with mud, and cute little animals come to life under his hands. As a result, there were live deer and auspicious doves of peace on the roof of the small farmhouse. Two dragons playing with pearls in various postures?
10) From the time I can remember, I know that my father is a busy man in the factory and works very hard. Every day, my neighbor, Uncle Wang, and the others had dinner and watched TV before my father dragged his exhausted body into the house. Sometimes, when I wake up, I see my dad still lying on the table writing and drawing. My mother had argued with him countless times about his health, but to no avail. My mother often blamed my father distressedly: "You have almost forgotten about this home. Just move to the factory tomorrow." ?Dad always smiles honestly at times like this. In his view, the factory's production is his lifeblood. As soon as he heard that there was something going on in the factory, no matter whether it was a public holiday or at night, he would go to the factory. If the equipment in the factory breaks down, he will not go home for several days and nights, and he will keep spinning. ?It’s a common occurrence.
11). People say: "Only mother is good in the world." ?I said: ?Dad is the best in the world. ?My father was a tall and strong man in the past. In my eyes, my father’s status was always the most sacred because he taught me how to behave, taught me to be an honest child, and also taught me to read and write. He is My first teacher. He is also one of my collaborators! When I play the piano, he always listens and occasionally hums along. My father often took my mother and me on tours, which was an eye-opener for us. Dad is very humorous! He often tells me funny stories and makes me laugh out loud. Dad is that good.
12). My father is not a writer, but an ordinary farmer. He is this year old, tall and very funny. My mother often said that he was a writer, and people in the village also said that he was very talented.
Dad likes to write prose. Although he is not famous, he is like a tractor, plowing the fields, hoeing the fields and harvesting piece by piece in the world of writing?
13) In this way, day after day, year after year, Dad’s body gradually lost weight, but at the same time he also became rich! On his bookshelf, there is a layer full of his own books and works, including this book. Books, and more than 2,000 articles published in more than 200 newspapers and periodicals across the country, totaling more than 2 million words. These works are of various genres, ranging from professional papers to scientific sketches, fairy tales, essays, stories, poems and other literary works. Dad’s works have won awards nationwide, and he has also been named a national advanced meteorological science popularizer! These are the highest rewards for Dad’s hard work!
14) My dad is a football fan. , no matter how late the football game was on TV, he would persist until it was finished. He is quite tall, and some of his coats have football patterns printed on them. When it comes to talking, he can't do without the topic of "football".
15) My father is an art professional and a well-known binding artist in the five provinces of Central and South China. His personal exhibitions have been praised by many celebrities. Dad is careless and careless about things at home, but he is serious and serious about things at work. For a cover, he can think about it dozens of times, and even stay up for several nights in a row. In one night, the waste paper in the waste paper pile was full! In the morning, I looked for it and opened it, ah! Isn’t this painting very good? Why did it waste it? My mother said the same, but He said: No, I have to redraw even if I’m not satisfied at all!?
16) Dad is a hard-working person. He often does housework, wash clothes, mop the floor, and cook meals. Usually, my father hums a tune while doing housework, looking happy. One time, when my father was cooking rice, hot oil splashed from the pot. Before my father had time to avoid it, a large drop of oil splashed on his face. I think my father's pain at this time cannot be expressed in words, but my father continued to cook without saying a word. After the vegetables were cooked, he applied some burn ointment on his face.
17) Eleven years ago, I didn’t like my father very much. At that time, he only knew how to read a book. Every day after dinner, my mother, who had been a class teacher for a day, took me for a walk, but my father ignored me and sat at the desk to read his book. When it's time for me to go to bed, my mother bathes me, puts me to bed, and coaxes me to sleep. Dad is still reading his thick book. When I got up in the morning, my father was no longer at the desk. Instead, he moved the desk to the toilet.
18) ,?Hua'er, you have grown up. ?Dad said quietly and clearly one word at a time. I felt as if a sensitive nerve had been touched, and my heart trembled. Could it be that Dad also felt the gap between us? Yes, Hua'er has grown up, Dad has also aged, and wrinkles have quietly crept into the corners of his eyes. There are so many white hairs on his forehead and temples, and his face is very haggard. He looked so weak and weak, no longer like an "official" with family power, but an ordinary lonely middle-aged man.
19) My father is a production scheduler in the factory. He is many years old, of medium build, with thick and black eyebrows, and a thin face. When he smiles, his eyes narrow into slits and the corners of his eyes squeeze out. A few hints of crow's feet. There is a small black mole under the corner of my father's left eye. I once jokingly said that this is a big mark on my father!
20), I was deep in thought, and suddenly, there was a crisp sound. The ringing of the bell interrupted my thoughts. It's Dad! I ran out of the house quickly holding an umbrella. I saw that my father's coat was gone, and the thin shirt on his body was soaked through and clung tightly to his body. The rain kept flowing from his hair and down his face. Even though it was summer, Dad was still livid from the cold, his lips were purple, and his body was shaking slightly in the rain. I hurriedly ran over and raised my umbrella to protect him from the rain, but he said, "Go back! I'm already soaked anyway." ?But I still helped him push the car into the house. As soon as he entered the house, before he even bothered to wipe his face, he took out a plastic bag from his arms. That was what his father used to put on the car seat when it rained. Opening it slowly, there was his coat inside, which was now folded into a small cloth bag. Dad took out a book from the big pocket of his coat and handed it to me. I took a closer look and saw two bold words "Hope" printed neatly on the top of the light green cover. The whole book is clean and brand new, with the fragrance of ink. When you open the title page, there is Pang Xiuyu's signature on it.
Looking at this untouched book and looking at my father who was shivering with cold, I wanted to say something, but I held my breath before the words came out. I let tears roll in my eyes and then flowed down?< /p>