Home very late tonight, dad, the day slowly becomes dark, the fragrance of osmanthus flowers also disappeared without a trace, the stars are winking bright big eyes, slowly breeze caressed my cheeks, bustling street people mountain people sea, aunt some are dancing in the square, look, the children are learning to aunts crept up the beautiful square dance, let the street is full of vitality.
So late dad so also didn't come home so late, my homework is almost ready.
I angry nasty, in my heart silently thinking: hum! Dad you how don't go home so late, I don't eat tonight, to grieve you!
At 6:30, I become more and more angry, "ding dong," my father in the ring the bell, I frowned, and opened the door, just start as long as to returned to the room.
Time flies, father of the rice is cooked.
Dad called me: "MAO Kui to dinner wait to do the homework."
"I don't eat, who call you didn't go home so late?" I said angrily.
"What do you want to eat, I go home so late is not to you, otherwise you meal every day, where come of money to buy clothes...! You also too outrageous, come out to dinner!"
"Said I had, I just don't eat, don't bother me."
Father was angry at this moment, had a big stick to the attic, frighten my legs always shake out quickly.
Father loudly said to me: "go to dinner, or I will kill you today!"
Reluctantly, I scared to the table to eat up the dinner.
At this moment, I suddenly found that dad's black hair for a few more silk silver hair, my nose become sour, tears in her eyes turned on.
Is this deep love?
today i was at the shopping mall and i spent a lot of time reading the father’s day cards. they all had a special message that in some way or another reflected how i feel about you. yet as i selected and read, and selected and read again, it occurred to me that not a single card said what i really want to say to you.
you’ll soon be 84 years old, dad, and you and i will have had 55 father’s days together. i haven’t always been with you on father’s day nor have i been with you for all of your birthdays. it wasn’t because i didn’t want to be with you. i’ve always been with you in my heart but sometimes life gets in the way.
you know, dad, there was a time when we were not only separated by the generation gap but completely polarized by it. you stood on one side of the great divide and i on the other, father and daughter split apart by age and experience, opinions, hairstyles, cosmetics, clothing, curfews, music, and boys.
the father-daughter duel of ’54 shifted into high gear when you taught me to drive the old dodge and i decided i would drive the ‘54 chevy whether you liked it or not. the police officer who escorted me home after you reported the chevy stolen late one evening was too young to understand father-daughter politics and too old to have much tolerance for a snotty 16 year old. you were so decent about it, dad, and i think that was probably what made it the worst night of my life.
I have a good father, father's nose high, big eyes, short stature and thin, but my father can be handsome, my father is also very good, good heart.
Every time I asked Dad to take me to where, Dad would take me there. Once, my father scolded me, because I played computer for five or six hours that day, and that day, how long I cried, dad did not comfort me, I knew Dad was for me, but I was very angry, after five or six days I apologized to my father. I said, "Dad was wrong on that day. I'm sorry." Dad said: "my daughter, Zhicuojiugai is a good child, not the same again, understand?" "Yes." Dad, I see.
Since then, my father did not beat and scold me, this world I most love my father.
I want to say to the children in the world: we must cherish our parents
My father is a happy person. He is happy all day long. He uses his mother's words to say that people are good at being bullied, and why they are not angry.
He was a bookworm. He spent about an hour in the toilet every day. Every time he went in, he had to take a book. Once, I was ready to touch and touch several books when I was ready to take paper. It was really nice and funny. He also said: "boast without shame that a book is a biography of Jiabao, hidden in a secret area."
One time, I read the book while eating Oreo, accidentally sprinkled a few pieces of chips into the book, and dropped the oil stains. My father was very angry. I was so angry that I threw out my palm to beat me. I hurried to surrender. Dad let me go.
That was the most interesting, noon, dinner, mother yelled us to eat, I immediately ran to the past, dad said wait a moment, after a while, still not see him come, I went to see, he said: "eat, and eat very full". I don't think he has eaten a mouthful yet. My mother and I were laughing out of breath.
This is my dad fan!
My father has a tall and strong figure. I looked up, and his body as a mountain made me feel steadfast. Dad is a violent temper. A pair of small eyes are black and bright like black pearls. A bright, wide enough to make people tremble.
Whenever I made any mistakes, he would glare at me and teach me later. Let me get a cool back.
My father is a good father though he is a bit short tempered.
I remember the winter of that year. It was very cold and strong. It was very cold. He came to school on a bicycle to pick me up. I didn't have gloves. He brought down his gloves for me. He forgot that he had a very strong chilblain on his hands, and when he got home, he was too cold to hold the key. I felt a pain in my heart. I hurried to help him open the door, and poured hot water for Dad to warm his hands.
There are many things like this, my father, he is like a glove in the winter, giving me warmth; he is like an umbrella in the rain, and let me not get wet; he is a warrior who will protect me in danger.
My father, a good temper, but a great father who loves me very much.