A touching narrative of 100 -200 words.

I have a fickle father. Sometimes, like friends, we are close at hand. Sometimes, just like strangers, they are strangers to each other and far away. His personality characteristics can be completely described by the advertising words of the seven wolves.

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My father loves me very much. But he doesn't take care of every little thing in my life like my mother, so that I often think he hates me. Whenever I make a mistake and get beaten, I often have an impulse to chop him to death with a kitchen knife. When I was beaten, I always wondered if I had anything to do with him.

I remember when I traveled to Beijing with the summer camp, my father didn't come to see me off, only my mother came. Seeing that other students are seeing my parents off, I think my father must have nothing to do with me, otherwise he wouldn't be like this, and he wouldn't come to see me off even if he had to travel far away. On the way to Beijing, I think my father must be celebrating at home now, celebrating that my generation of plague has finally left him. On the day I came back from Beijing, my mother asked me if I wanted to know why my father didn't see me off the day I went to Beijing. I said disdainfully, "He hates me, and it's no big deal." "No," mom said firmly, "you know what? Your father can't bear to part with you and has been talking about you at home. He is afraid that sending you will make him even more sad ... "When I heard this, my nose was sour and my eyes were full of tears. This is the first time I know that my father cares so much about me. It turns out that my father is caring for me with a kind of strict love.

The lonely side of a man

One night after seven o'clock, my father called back and said that he would work overtime and would not come back for dinner. My father works very hard and often works overtime. When he works overtime, he stays up all night. My father is much older because of overtime. Often sitting in front of the computer to work overtime, my father's eyes were extremely tired and his vision plummeted. It was my father who propped up our family! Thinking of my father's busy work and the loneliness of sitting alone in the office, I shed tears of regret that I didn't understand my father.

A man's proud face

One year in the final exam, I only got 24 points because I was addicted to the internet. When I got home, I was wondering how my father would punish me, but my father said to me strangely calmly, "Failure is not terrible, but falling down is terrible!" " Summarize the reasons for this failure, take this as a starting point, and strive for good results. "Then I analyzed the reasons with my father and helped me study and solve my problems. After my father's guidance and my unremitting efforts, my grades have soared. In the final exam, I tried my best and finally won the first place in the whole grade. This is my first time to get an honorary certificate! When I got home, my father was ecstatic to see my certificate of honor. The next day, someone mentioned this to his father, and his father stood up proudly. This is my father's proudest thing. At this moment, I saw my father's proud face.

A man's conquering face

I often play online games in internet cafes and have been arrested countless times. I will not change my original intention, whether it is the abuse of my parents or the dissuasion of my teacher. Every time the teacher calls me dad, because my dad firmly believes that "a stick makes a good man", sometimes I get beaten to scream. Without exception, I was caught again this time. I wonder what cruel means my father will use to punish me. But I didn't expect my father to forgive me for the first time and tell me a true story: my father used to go out to surf the Internet as often as I did, but he never changed. After I was born, I also went to Internet cafes to play and often stayed up late. Later, grandma told dad that she had a family and was responsible for it. Just like a tough rope tied to my father's violent horse, it makes him docile. Father said, I also want to find a rope to spur me, that is my future and future. My father's words made me deeply blame myself and showed me my father's conquest.

My father is like a wolf. Beneath his strong appearance, there is a gentle heart hidden. He loves me, but he never dotes on me. He loves me in different ways.

My father is like a wolf. He put me in the vast desert and made me suffer from wind and rain, but he always guarded me in the dark and didn't let me lose my way.

Understand you

Inscription: The teacher works hard for unrepentant teaching. You got it?

Read you, teacher. I want to read you. How many days, you have taught us knowledge; How many nights have you worked hard to prepare lessons? Yes, teacher, I understand you, your hard work and teaching.

I remember once, we did badly in the exam, and even a person who has always been good at Chinese had to give in below 85 points. Let's correct the examination paper by ourselves after you have finished it calmly, while you walk quietly into the corridor. I noticed tears in the corner of your eyes. When I came back, my eyes were red and my nose was red. You announced the class was over. After class, I went to the office with some careful girls. Sure enough, you cried. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Our hearts are also hurting and crying.

The next day, you still stood in front of the podium and analyzed the text carefully and thoroughly for us "black sheep". Looking at your exquisitely designed blackboard writing and faint eyes, listening to your fluent article analysis, I understand that you stayed up late to prepare lessons again last night.

This class is extremely efficient. Some students who are usually active are surprisingly good today. Do they understand you? When the class was over, you showed a gratified smile.

Although I have graduated, my heart deeply moistened by your teachings still remembers you. I have read you thousands of times, and I miss you. I understand your teaching, your kindness and everything you have done for us. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Teacher, I believe you are still paying silently. Your persuasion will be read and understood by more people.

The experience of buying cherries

Society is inseparable from honesty, and a person must be honest and trustworthy to be accepted and accommodated by society. Coincidentally, I happened to meet a dishonest person in my life.

On that day, the sun was like fire and it was as hot as an oven. Helpless, go and buy some fruit to moisten my dry throat.

My mother and I risked being burned and set foot on the road to the food market. When I came to the food market, I saw a group of three vendors and a group of five vendors sitting there with a cattail leaf fan in their hands. What a leisurely life! Seeing the buyer coming, I stood up to buy and sell. I didn't buy food, so I took my mother directly to the fruit stand.

Ha! Yes, I've been looking forward to it for several days-cherry! I stared at the bright red cherry. When the stall owner saw it, he knew there was a play and asked with a smile, "Little sister, do you want to buy cherries?" This is new, so cute! "I saw her shrewd eyes looking at my mother and me. I guess she must be guessing whether we are rich or not, so as to beat us to death, and then ask, "Aunt, how much is this a catty?" "Oh, not expensive! "She smiled and held out her fingers, two in her left hand and one in her right." A dollar and two cents? ""hey, you're kidding! It's twelve o'clock! "My mother mia, twelve yuan a catty! Finally, I can't resist the temptation of cherry. Who cares? Buy it!

I am a very picky person, so I have to choose my own cherries. While I was choosing, my mother went to the other side to buy food.

After some careful selection, all the bags are "fine". I handed her the cherry I chose. "Here, I have chosen!" She took the bag with a big smile on her face and asked reluctantly, "Don't you want more points?" It's delicious! ""no." I declined her kindness. She put the bag on the scale for a while, and her hands began to pound on the scale, but her eyes secretly glanced at me from time to time. I cried and said to myself, what the hell! Secretly.

"all right! Twenty pieces. " Her voice trembled, as if afraid that I had found something. Twenty is twenty! I paid the money in a hurry and went to my mother. At this time, there seems to be a smug look on her face. I found my mother, and as soon as she saw me, she asked, "Did you buy it? How much did it cost? " I said, "Twenty." "Look at you, you spent so much at once." Mom said half seriously and half teased me. We walked to the door of the food market together. The more I think about it, the more wrong it is. Just seeing a fair scale at the door, I ran over and put the cherry on the scale: "Auntie, help me weigh it!" " After I told the administrator the unit price and purchase price, she immediately weighed it again for me.

"ah! Little sister, it's only thirteen dollars! " At some point, my aunt became angry. "Tell me which booth it is, and I will accompany you to find him!"

When I found the stall owner, my aunt said, "Ah, it's you again! If she hadn't come here to weigh yourself, you would have cheated a lot of money! " The stall owner frowned, glanced at me sideways, took out seven dollars from his pocket, threw them on the stall, snorted and went in. Aunt shouted inside: "Next time, I will never be soft!" ……

Afterwards, I thought, if the stall owner still cheats customers, then she can't continue to do business here.