My father has black hair, big eyes, a big nose and looks very handsome, but he has a problem-he likes drinking.
once when my father came back from work, he saw two bottles of Wuliangye on the table. My father immediately became very happy. "Ah! Great! Great! " Say, dad flew past, picked up the bottle and drank, "thump thump ..." He finished one bottle in one breath, and then picked up another bottle, so there was nothing left in the two bottles of Wuliangye. After my father finished drinking, he said to me, "Go! Go to Qiankelong Supermarket with me, and I'll buy you a car! "
when I came back, my father rode crooked, and I was very scared. I urged my father to ride well, and my father said, "Nothing! Nothing! " As he spoke, the car embraced the earth. "alas! ..... "I broke all my flowers, and my father asked me anxiously," What happened? Did you fall? " Seeing my father in a hurry, I had to say, "Nothing!" Then I mumbled, "Dad, you-don't-drink in the future." Dad bowed his head and said, "All right!" I smiled when I looked at my father.
This is my father. I love my father. 2. Write a 6-word composition with' Love and save food, start with me'
October 16th every year is recognized as "World Food Day", not only on this day, we should love and cherish food, but also in every day of our lives.
"It's noon when weeding, and sweat drips down the soil. Who knows that Chinese food on the plate is hard. " I think everyone has heard of this well-known "Compassion for Farmers"! But how many people can understand and do it? In fact, this poem is nothing more than trying to tell us to love food and save food.
when you eat in the canteen, you can see many figures wasting food. Some students like to eat while walking, and when they look back, the road they walk is full of rice grains. Some students also like to "create", fight while eating, and play the game of "rice bomb", which is a waste of food. Some people always leave one or two grains of rice on the table after eating, and everyone feels used to it, so let's do the math. If each of us can save one grain of rice a day, then our country can save 13 million grains of rice a day. There are about 5, grains in 1 kg of rice, 26, kilograms in 13,, grains of rice, and one person eats about .5 kg of rice a day. 26 thousand kilograms can make a person eat 52 thousand days, 52 thousand days is about 142 years and five months, and this grain of rice can not be eaten from grandson to grandfather. In fact, I am also a child born in a peasant family. I feel shocked to see these astronomical figures. In fact, it is not difficult to love food and save food.
1. Cherish food, order meals in moderation, avoid leftovers and reduce waste.
2. Don't compare with others, be proud of saving and be ashamed of wasting.
3, eat as much as you can, and don't throw away leftovers.
4. When you see waste, stand up bravely and stop it, and try your best to reduce waste.
5. Be a thrifty propagandist and publicize the terrible consequences of waste to family, relatives and friends.
6. Don't fight and spill rice when eating.
We should bear in mind the above six points. It is very easy for everyone to form bad habits, but it is very difficult to get rid of them. But I believe that as long as we persist, we will certainly succeed!
Everything should be done bit by bit, so should saving food. Be a person who loves and cherishes food!
for what? For what? 3. A complete composition of imitating "Perpetual Prison"
Perpetual Prison
Today, I was idle at home and read a book called "Perpetual Prison". After reading this book, I wrote this post on a whim.
I was deeply impressed by "Years in Prison". This article mainly wrote that my father walked around the streets selling candied haws. The candied haws sold by his father are very famous in Tianjin. The candied haws he sold are famous because his father used the best materials, and even the sugar dipped in candied haws is the best rock candy. He said, "Soft sugar tastes bad, and the customer is God, so you should use the best!"
My father's sugar pot is also a copper pot, and it turns black when cooked in an iron pot. In order to make customers taste good, my father will spend money to buy a copper pot to cook sugar ... His everything is honesty, and he is responsible for customers. He is a sincere, honest and honest old man who can't cheat.
On one occasion, when Tianjin returned to the Japanese Concession, a large-scale "Xiangdezhai" entrusted his father to make candied haws for him. However, in order to make money, the boss asked his father to take some time off, and his father didn't like the boss's practice, so he quit his job. Although the salary was very high, his father was honest. Give up money, still walk the streets and sell candied haws as before.
My father's honesty and honesty are in sharp contrast with my boss, which shows me the virtues of China people's sincerity, practicality and diligence. Maybe some people don't agree with my father's practice. But I still have to praise my father and learn from his spirit and virtue.
This behavior of my father tells us that we should be honest, down-to-earth and diligent, no matter what we do. 4. I followed my father to learn the composition of the excavator during the summer vacation. < P > I learned to cook. I woke up this morning, dressed and saw my mother still sleeping.
I didn't wake her up, so I waited for my mother to get up and cook. At this time, an idea flashed in my mind: I am ten years old and it is time to learn to cook.
I went to the kitchen to see what I could do. I found some mung beans, and I remembered that my parents were very busy at work these days, and they had already got angry, so mung beans could get rid of the fire, so I decided to burn mung bean tea.
I took a small bowl, filled it with a full bowl of mung beans, picked up the dirty things inside, washed them with water, then filled half a pot of water in the rice cooker, poured the washed mung beans into the rice cooker, turned on the power, and set the rice cooker to the cooking stall to prepare for cooking. What dishes are fried? Mom usually likes scrambled eggs with tomatoes, so make scrambled eggs with tomatoes! I first took four eggs and two tomatoes, and typed them into the bowl like my mother. At this moment, I was in trouble: I didn't know how much salt to put.
suddenly I remembered that my mother usually only put a little salt in scrambled eggs. I put a little as usual, and put it after stirring. In the past, my father was like a "standard clock" every morning, and he always went out to exercise and buy food at five o'clock. < P > So, with my mother's consent, I decided to follow my father.
this morning, dad left home at 5 o'clock as usual. As soon as my father left the house, I followed him with my back foot and took the telescope at home.
I followed at a distance and dodged from left to right, for fear that he would be found as soon as he turned around and turned around. Dad first did morning exercises and ran, but I looked uninterested, so I sat down in the corner and sat for a while, but I fell asleep.
when I woke up, my father had disappeared. I looked at my watch. Oh, my God! It's six o'clock, and I actually slept for more than half an hour! I have no choice but to go home. I didn't give up.
The next day, I went to bed early and got up early, and brought ice water, followed my father to do morning exercises, followed my father to the morning market, and watched him buy food and breakfast. But God couldn't get past me, and suddenly it rained heavily! I saw my father stretched out his hand and immediately held up an umbrella, ah! I forgot that my father watches the weather forecast every day. He is prepared for anything.
I had to go to running all the way and run home like a 1-meter sprint, but I was still "soaked". On the third day, I made up my mind to keep up with my father. I brought enough water, binoculars and, of course, watched the weather forecast, which said it would be sunny.
I followed my dad again, and finally everything comes to him who waits. I walked with my dad, but my dad seems to have several more breakfasts, but he only brings back three breakfasts every day. Suddenly, a big truck passed slowly in front of me. After the truck passed, I looked again, and my father disappeared again. Cough! I walked home dejectedly.
passing by the community nursing home, I heard a burst of laughter coming from inside. I took a closer look curiously, huh? Dad was inside, and when I looked again, I heard him say, "Uncle Zhang, this is your breakfast, and this is yours, Aunt Li ..." I understood it all at once, and I involuntarily went in and shouted, "Dad".
Dad saw me and said hesitantly, "I bought breakfast for these old people every morning, so I went home late." It turned out that my father volunteered to buy breakfast for the elderly in the nursing home every morning, but he was afraid that my mother and I wouldn't let him. Later, when I thought about it carefully, my mother and I loved to sleep late in the morning, so we secretly went out to buy it while we were sleeping. 6. Imitate Zhu Ziqing's
In the afternoon, the sun stretched the shadow of the trees by the roadside for a long time, walking alone in on the boulevard, which was full of weeds, holding a bulging bag on his chest, and looking at the pedestrians passing by in a hurry, I felt as if it was a lot farther away. There was a man in front, and his back suddenly appeared in my sight. White T- shirt, white T-shirt. There is a special rebellion in my bones when I was young. His back reflects another me, and I was dragged by the afternoon sunshine for a long time. In the past, I was immersed in my own world, always thinking that no one knew me, so I was lonely. I stubbornly insisted on my own ideas, but I deeply hurt my family's hearts. After the college entrance examination, I realized how cruel I had been when I saw my crushing results and my family was disappointed but couldn't bear to blame me. I told myself, I don't want to see my family disappointed again. I have to cheer up and stop making them sad. His back stung my eyes, which was particularly dazzling in the early autumn afternoon sunshine. I walked behind gently and followed slowly. Occasionally, some vendors along the road blocked my view, so I couldn't help but speed up my pace and wonder where he would go. I followed him again. He stopped at the intersection and raised his head. 7. Writing imitates steps to write about father building a house
Father likes building a house.
The houses built by my father are getting better and better! This is well-known in Sanli Wucun. As the local saying goes, the roots of the peasant family are deeply rooted under the eaves.
This shows the importance of houses to rural people. How many houses have my father built in his life? I'm afraid even he has to count carefully with his fingers broken.
when I was a child, my family was very poor. My parents worked hard in the production team for a year from morning till night, and it was only enough for our family to barely fill their stomachs. Every morning, as soon as the morning light whitened enough paper, my mother got up on the kang. She neatly combed her thick ear-length short hair, pulled out a small basket of sweet potatoes and two green radishes from the cellar, washed them, cut them into pieces, shredded the radishes, put them into a big pot, scooped up half a pot of water, grabbed a handful of big grains of salt, and cooked them on fire.
Maybe it's because the clear soup and clear water are too scarce. Mother thought about it, then took out a handful of peanuts from the porcelain jar where the grain was kept, put them in a mortar and pounded them, and added them to the pot, which added a little meat flavor to the pot. Mother calls this kind of rice salty rice.
this is what our family eats all day. I hate to eat sweet potatoes, which are not fresh at all, sticky, sweet or salty, and stuck in my throat and difficult to swallow; Even if I eat it, my stomach will protest, and I will be upset with loud gurgling.
many times, I looked at the pot full of rotten sweet potatoes, and I was so tight-faced that I wanted to cry. But mother said, besides sweet potatoes, where can I eat at home? The wheat in the production team has basically been handed over to the public grain, and the poor one is divided into a few kilograms for each family. We have to save it to build a house for your uncle and marry a wife! I don't remember my uncle. My mother said that she was a soldier in the army and would be demobilized this year.
My parents ask people for matchmaking everywhere, but people think that orphans and widows can't earn a few jobs, and life is hard. After many twists and turns, I finally settled a marriage in a neighboring village.
this daughter-in-law is quite frank, and she sent a message from the matchmaker: I am not afraid of not having a father, but only for the good of others! But on one condition, you must have a "nest" to live in when you pass the door, and you can't squeeze in with your uncle's house! Late at night, I woke up, and under the dim kerosene lamp, my father was still sitting in front of the kang, rolling dry cigarettes with my brother's homework paper, and kept smoking. The fireworks flickered on and off, and the father's face was clear and dim.
"... my father left us when I was ten years old ... my mother was weak, and she didn't advocate anything, so she couldn't support her family. My brother has relied on me since he was a child, treating me as both a brother and a father.
I can't treat him badly ... "Mother was silent for a long time and said flatly," Cover it, since I followed you, I admit it! But the family is so poor! There is nothing but two adobe houses, a simple wooden table for eating, and a heatable adobe sleeping platform for the whole family. Look at the empty home, parents are very worried.
On that day, my father returned a little piggy on credit from the market. Its white fur was like a layer of unmelted snow. On this clean background, it happened that a black rose was embroidered on each side of the belly, which was blooming beautifully. It wagged its bare little tail, looked straight at us with silly eyes, and purred with a look of great trust.
how lovely! Mother said: Don't be playful when you come back from school. Dig up vegetables and feed them. At the end of the year, I'll sell them to you to make new clothes and eat delicious pork stewed noodles. New clothes-what a temptation! I looked down at my patched grey trousers, and a complicated feeling crossed my mind.
At the head of the village that day, Xiaoye laughed with two boys that I was always picking up my brother's pants to wear, saying that I looked like a tomboy! Pork stewed vermicelli-my stomach began to growl, which is delicious only on August and Chinese New Year's Day every year! I licked my tongue, and my heart was full of joy! Attractive hope unfurls before our eyes, and people can give birth to infinite strength. Every day, my two brothers and three people compete with each other to dig wild vegetables in baskets around the fields. When I go home, I chop it up and mix it with a little bran.
Watching the little pig eat greedily and grow up day by day, the smooth white hair glowed with bright luster, and the two black roses became more and more brilliant and ostentatious, with dense sweetness in their hearts. Break your fingers day by day.
spring has come and summer has come. "Indus flower, purple mother-in-law, turned around and opened the green radish, which attracted cicadas to sing, cicadas, cicadas, and she was telling me: I am thirsty, I am thirsty."
The cicada flew away, and the leaves of the phoenix tree withered. The yellow leaves on the trunk were absorbed by the autumn sun, and when the cool wind blew, they fell feebly and covered the yard. The flowers, clothes and pork, like having life, came alive in front of my eyes, shaking my eyes.
The firecrackers in the Spring Festival are singing, and I am wearing a brand-new flowered trousers and gown, dragging my mother's hand across the street to pay New Year greetings. Aunties and aunts kept cooing: Oh, lad, today is just like Hua Hudie.