Andersen’s father: a poor shoemaker trained a great writer
The Danish fairy tale writer Andersen was born in a small town called Oseden on the island of Funn, where there were many nobles and Landowner, Andersen's father was just a poor shoemaker, and his mother was a washerwoman. The aristocratic landowners were afraid of lowering their status and never let their children play with Andersen. Andersen's father was very angry about this, but he did not show it at all in front of his children. Instead, he said to Andersen very easily: "My child, if others don't play with you, daddy will play with you!"
Father He personally decorated Andersen's humble room like a small museum. There were many pictures and decorative porcelain on the walls. There were some toys on the window cabinets. The bookshelves were filled with books and sheet music. Even on the door glass, there were paintings. made a landscape painting. His father often told Andersen "One Thousand and One Nights" and other ancient Arabian stories, and sometimes read him a script by Danish comedy writer Holberg or a play by British Shakespeare.
In order to enrich Andersen's spiritual world, his father also encouraged Andersen to go to the streets to see the lives of craftsmen immersed in work, hunched old beggars, and nobles riding horse-drawn carriages. Andersen laid a good foundation for later writing fairy tales such as "The Little Match Girl" and "The Ugly Duckling".
Andersen, the Danish fairy tale writer, was born in a small town called Oseden on Funn Island, where there were many nobles and landowners. Andersen's father was just a poor shoemaker and his mother was a washerwoman. The aristocratic landowners were afraid of lowering their status and never let their children play with Andersen. Andersen's father was very angry about this, but he did not show it at all in front of his children. Instead, he said to Andersen very easily: "My child, if others don't play with you, daddy will play with you!"
Father He personally decorated Andersen's humble room like a small museum. There were many pictures and decorative porcelain on the walls. There were some toys on the window cabinets. The bookshelves were filled with books and sheet music. Even on the door glass, there were paintings. made a landscape painting. His father often told Andersen "One Thousand and One Nights" and other ancient Arabian stories, and sometimes read him a script by Danish comedy writer Holberg or a play by British Shakespeare.
In order to enrich Andersen's spiritual world, his father also encouraged Andersen to go to the streets to see the lives of craftsmen immersed in work, hunched old beggars, and nobles riding horse-drawn carriages. Andersen laid a good foundation for later writing fairy tales such as "The Little Match Girl" and "The Ugly Duckling".
Father's love is like a song
I am a little bird, and my father's love is the sky. I fly in the care of my father's love. I am a little fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I swim in the warmth of my father's love.
My dad is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest dad in the world.
I remember one severe winter, I didn’t wear a cotton-padded jacket when I went to school. The cold made me shiver. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother. At this time, I heard Wu Weiwei say: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling, holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, and said, "Come on, put it on." I put on my cotton-padded jacket, and my body felt warm, and my heart felt even warmer. My father said, "You have to be careful in the future." I smiled and nodded vigorously. When I got home, my mother heard that I was missing a cotton-padded jacket to go to school. She scolded me severely and was about to beat me. My father came over with a smile and said, "Children are ignorant, forget it." I am grateful. I looked at my father. My father taught me tolerance.
Another time, I got into trouble outside and irritated my mother. My mother’s criticism made me blush and I shed tears of regret. When my father saw me, he hurriedly wiped away my tears and reasoned with me. He also said to my mother: "Hitting and scolding children is not the best way to educate them. You must reason with them. After all, they are still children." Dad told me. Many truths made me admit my mistake with sincerity.
I grow up day by day and know how to be grateful to my parents. I will give my parents a cup of hot tea when they are tired; after dinner, my parents will take a rest and I will wash the dishes.
I have a good father who lets me know what love is.
I grow in love, and a lamp of gratitude lights up in my heart, illuminating my path in life!