Dad, it's good to have you in sixth grade. 400 words, 5 articles.

# Sixth grade # Introduction You are like a breeze, blowing away troubles; You are like a cup of tea, bitter but good to me; You are like a ship, saving me trapped in the sea ... Dad, it's good to have you! The following is the arrangement of "It's good to have you in the sixth grade, 400 words and 5 articles", I hope it will help you.

1. Dad, it's good to have you in the sixth grade.

You are like a cup of hot milk, driving away the cold in winter for me; You are like a clear spring, which often makes me regain hope when I am frustrated; You are like a bright lighthouse, guiding me forward in the dark ... Dad, it's good to have you! That day, it was very cold, it was raining cats and dogs outside, and there was a strong wind. The weather is terrible and I'm in a bad mood. I really wanted to eat chocolate. With a creak, the door opened and dad came back! I especially wanted my father to help me go out and buy chocolate, but I gave up the idea when I saw that he was soaked through. I didn't expect my father to bring me back a piece of chocolate. I heard my parents talking in my room. My father said to my mother sadly, "I want to buy more for my daughter, but there is only one left in that shop." It happened to rain too hard, so I didn't go to another house. " "Look at you, if you don't buy chocolate for your daughter. As for being rained? " "Shh ... keep your voice down, don't let your daughter hear you." "Hum, you spoil her!" Mother pretended to be angry and walked away.

I have always been the baby in my father's hand! He not only loves me, but also often plays with me in his spare time. I go out like his tail, either pestering him or following him closely. He never complains and enjoys it. My father loves my mother, too. He helped my mother do housework and clean when she was free, which just set an example for me. I clean the room myself as soon as I have time, which reduces my mother's workload. In recent years, seeing other parents busy giving birth to a second child, I can't help but ask my father why he didn't give birth. He smiled and said, "That's enough!" "

Dad, it's good to have you! Thank you for giving me a happy home, and thank you for treating me as a treasure in your palm!

Dad, it's good to have you in the sixth grade.

How scared it is to be alone at home. A few days ago, my mother went to my aunt's house for menstruation, and my father went to a friend's house to get some documents. My sisters haven't come home yet, so I'm the only one left at home. Suddenly I feel that my home is so horrible. I face four walls and it's quiet. My heart is beating so hard that I almost jump out. When I go to the second floor to take a bath, I always feel suspicious and insecure. It seems that everything around me has become silent and I am the only one listening. It is inevitable to think of some horrible things in my mind and those ghosts and monsters. My heart beat a lot faster at that time. After washing, I opened the door and heard the sound of TV. I know my father is back. The doubts and insecurity in my heart just now disappeared inexplicably. Is it because my father is so strong and dignified? The big stone in my heart was defeated by my father. I am relaxed and happy. I saw my father and smiled and said, "Dad, you are back." "Why are you so happy when I come back?" Dad sat on the sofa and said. I didn't tell my father my childish idea just now, I just smiled.

Dad, it's good to have you in the sixth grade.

I always feel lucky because I have a good father. That day, it was raining and dripping, and the water drops falling from the sky were spotless. My mother is away on business. As soon as I came into the room with my schoolbag on my back, the food in the room smelled delicious ... it turned out that my father had come back. Through the glass door of the kitchen, I saw my father pour a dish into the pot and stir it. "Dad," I opened the doorway, "can you cook alone? Do you want me to help you? " Dad smiled, his face lit up, but his people moved on. "No, no, don't worry, Dad, it will be fine!" I closed the door and went into the room. After a while, a voice came from the restaurant, "dinner!" " Every word has a long ending. I smiled and said, "I'm coming!" On the table, all kinds of delicious food are filled with plates and steaming. I put a chopstick in my mouth, and my father quickly asked, "What's the matter? Is it delicious? " I chewed in my mouth and replied, "Delicious!" Dad smiled and gave me the dishes in the bowl, folded like a hill. I was so busy eating that I didn't realize when my father left.

After a hearty meal, I was about to go to the study to do my homework when I caught a glimpse of my father washing the back of his hand with water in the bathroom. "Dad ..." My happy voice suddenly choked. A ferocious wound on his father's hand rolled over his flesh and was bleeding. Clear water flowed down from above, but what dripped into the pool was scarlet. Father bared his teeth and endured the pain. Seeing me coming, he put his hand behind his back and changed a smiling face, as if it was not him who was cut by the blade. "What's the matter, full? You go to eat a little first, I'll come in a minute ... "I was shocked and stayed where I was. One drop, two drops ... tears fell on the floor. I rushed to my father, threw myself into his arms, bit my lip, and didn't want to shed tears, but I failed. Dad held back the pain, patted me on the shoulder and said in a hoarse voice, "It's okay, don't cry, it's just a minor injury …" I hugged my dad tightly and couldn't say a word.

This is my father. In order to go home early, he can take the last flight in the morning; In order to make me happy, he can rack his brains to come up with the funniest joke; For this family, he shouldered all the hardships and all the tiredness. I just want to say, and I can only say, "It's good to have you all the way!"

Dad, it's good to have you in sixth grade.

On the road of life, it can't always be smooth sailing, there will always be all kinds of difficulties waiting for you to challenge. At this time, there is always a force with you, giving you courage and letting you ride the wind and waves! My father is a very strict person with me. I hope I can give full play to my talents in everything I do and not let myself leave regrets. Of course, sometimes he will put down his airs and talk to me like a friend!

I still remember one time, he gave me an unforgettable "education". I always put my own happiness first, and never thought about the people I played tricks on and their feelings. Father knew, didn't hit me, didn't scold me, and told me the truth in another way. He put snacks on my bench, so that as soon as I sat on it, the snacks broke and my pants got dirty. Not only that, he also put my mother's lipstick on my hand during my nap. How can I not feel great injustice when I am weak? At that time, I cried and shouted, "Bad dad! Bad dad! " My father saw me so sad, but he didn't comfort me. He also said with a gleeful smile, "You are very unhappy when your father plays tricks on you, and others are also very unhappy. Let's not play tricks on others, shall we?" Hook? "

Although I was not convinced, I handed over my little hand of friendship and stayed. At that time, I didn't understand my father's good intentions, but now I understand his persuasion.

I failed a math exam once. I'm too sad to go home. When I got home, I looked at my family with bright eyes full of expectation, but I couldn't let the light in their eyes disappear. I can't talk. Put the test paper on the table, walk into the room, lie prone on the desk, think while crying, and curse yourself in your heart. Dad came in, comforted me, enlightened me and said softly, "Nothing, there will be another time, don't lose heart!" " It's okay! You have always been the pride of your family. Don't lose heart! Dad believes that his baby daughter will do well in the exam! "

Dad, it's good to have you in the sixth grade.

I have an interesting and considerate father. He has a tall, pointed nose, an amiable face, and his black hair is mixed with white hair. Let me talk about my father's "fun" first. I remember one time, when I came home from school, I finished my homework in a hurry and went out to play football with my friends. When I got home, my father stared at me fiercely. He pointed at my homework. I suddenly realized that I had finished, so I explained to my father, "I have finished." Don't believe you! " "oh? Is it? Let me see, if you don't write well, you have to rewrite it. " Dad said to me in a joking tone. I bowed my head in shame and thought: it's over, everything is in vain! What if it's torn off? I'm not going to rewrite it? What if my father gets angry and hits me? I deserved to be beaten ... I was scared when I thought about it, and I was ready to be criticized. Dad said, "Not bad! Much better than when I was a child. " Hearing this, my mother came to check my homework herself. My mother said sternly, "What is this written?" ? Write it for me again! "Mom turned to dad again and said," I asked you to check your homework. How did you check it? "Stand up for me!" After I rewrote it, my mother read it again and didn't show any dissatisfaction, so I was relieved.

Suddenly, I thought of my father who was punished by me. I hurried over to accompany him. He asked, "Why are you here? Have you finished writing? " "My fault, I will bear it myself." After that, my father and I giggled. Tell me again where my father is "considerate". I remember the last time my father was "punished", he asked me, "Are you cold? Come and put this on. " He gave me his coat as he spoke. In this cold weather, I feel a little warm in my heart for no reason.

This is my father. He has terrible eyes and a considerate heart. I want to say to him, "It's good to have you!"