A trivial composition between my father and me.

Parents are our closest relatives. There will be times of harmony and joy together, and there will be times of quarreling. Anyway, they are precious memories of each other. I came to bring you something with my father for your reference.

Little things between my father and me 1 In my mind, there is a little thing that I will never forget.

It was a Sunday and I was writing in the living room at home. Suddenly, Dad and Dad came back from Shanxi. Just entering the room, my father put his luggage on the sofa and casually walked into my study. : "ah? How did you dress up your study like this? There is dust on the wind chimes, and everything on the table: dictionaries, newspapers, composition books, Lao She's novels, talent tutorials, snack bags and so on. Dad frowned and said sternly. After listening to my father's words, I casually said, "Who cares! "This time, my father got angry and scolded loudly:" I just went out to work for a few days, so how can you live without me in the future? " Hearing this, my tears suddenly welled up. I cried and said, "Dad, don't say that. I will definitely clean the study in the future. "

This is a little thing that happened between my father and me. Although this little thing is ordinary, it is nothing to mention. But my father's reprimand made me understand that we should pay attention to hygiene, not only dress neatly, but also clean the study, so as to stand on our own feet in life and develop good living habits from an early age!

I often play chess with my father. In chess, I often lose and my father often wins, but today I unexpectedly won my father.

That day, at the beginning, my father was on the defensive. During the stalemate, I suddenly remembered the story of General Peng's withdrawal from Hu Ding. I had a brainwave and used a car to contain my father's car, horse and gun. Sure enough, my father was cheated, and I was secretly happy. I stepped on my father's gun with the horse on my right. Dad knew he had been cheated, so he had to escape from the gun, but he didn't see his car in the dangerous area. Dad left the gun, and I killed his car with my car. Just then, my father flew the elephant quickly, and I was shocked. My car was attacked by my father's elephant, car and car.

Although this is only a small matter, it is impressive because I won.

Little things between my father and me 3 Sunday afternoon, after the rain, it cleared up. Spring breeze and happiness, the weather is fine. Dad took me to the ecological park by bus No.4 to fly my beloved "fighter" kite.

When we arrived at the ecological garden, my father and I bought tickets in a hurry and went into the big grass in the garden to fly kites.

Ah! How many people fly kites today!

All kinds of kites are flying under the blue sky, which makes people see things in a blur.

At this time, I took the kite and stepped back. Father pulled the rope and a gust of wind blew. My father shouted "Let go"! That kite goes up and down, as if acrobatics were in the air! After a few minutes, the kite finally stabilized, and I was extremely happy. Just when I answered in my heart, there was no wind, and it was still flying all over the sky just now. Kites of various shapes, large and small, have been planted one by one at the moment. Some fell into the river, and some were hung on trees. As for mine, I am lucky. The kite string was intertwined with others', so my father skillfully shook the string and avoided others' kites. What a close call!

In the evening, after work in the park, I put my kite away and reluctantly left the park with my father. How I wish I could come back next weekend.

Although it is only a small matter, I am very happy to play with my father!

My father is a helpful person and a person who loves me very much. Let me talk about my father.

My father has crooked eyebrows, a high nose and dark hair. He looks great!

My father loves me very much. Once, as soon as I learned to ride a bicycle, my father took me to Little Square to practice, because it was difficult to learn a bicycle with wheels. At the beginning, my father helped me ride, and I learned it slowly, but my father suffered a lot. For example: being crushed by a bicycle, tripping over a stone and so on. Dad also paid a lot for my happy growth. In today's composition class, we learned a sentence: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop, and the child wants to raise it but not stay close", which means: "The tree wants to be quiet but the wind will not stop. When you are young, you can enjoy the kindness of your relatives. When you want to repay your parents, your parents are old. "

So I think we should be filial to our parents now, because after everything, big or small, I grew up happily under the care of my parents. Therefore, Father's Day is coming, and I will record this incident between my father and me in my composition.

When I was a child, I always had little memory of my father, and I seemed to be a dispensable person. Even now, I have long understood that it is "only this mountain", but I seem to have only a few memories of my father.

Ordinary nights are only spent with my father. In my memory, it was a night without my mother's "jurisdiction". My father was away and I ruled the whole family. Until 1 1 at night, there was no sound outside the window and the door suddenly opened. I quickly closed the book, turned off the light and lay down.

Hardly had I finished the action when the door opened and a head poked out in the dim light. I can't see clearly in the dim moonlight, but that rickety posture makes me infinitely tired. He closed the door again, moving so slowly, as if caught in a cotton shed, and the last sound had been eliminated. The light under the door disappeared, and I still can't sleep.

After a while, there was a faint sound of running water in the direction of the bathroom, and I felt a little tired in this crisp.

1 1 around half past ten, dad is ready for bed. His steps are light. He went to the bed and stopped. His hand seems to be on the mattress, which is a little hard. The bed is shaking slightly. He got into bed and tried to cross me gently and slowly. At that moment, I smelled the thick and complicated smell of my father: a trace of indelible sweat, the smell of mint soap, the smoke that was not boring, and somehow, there was a trace of alcohol that I had never smelled before. After passing me, he just lay down for a while.

However, after my father lay down, he was still uneasy. I still remember my grandmother once said that my father was allergic to alcohol, but tonight, he obviously went to socialize and drink. He tossed and turned in bed, but he was afraid to disturb me. I suddenly twitched and got out of bed quickly, but my steps were as light as possible, but I was messy because of weakness. Then he ran to the toilet and vomited. After a few minutes, he came back with vain steps and slowly crossed me, but suddenly he fell to one side because he couldn't support it. He raised his mobile phone feebly. Even though the light only stayed on his face for a few seconds, I still saw his bloodshot eyes, which were still a little swollen. There is a drop of crystal in the corner of his eye. Is it sweat or tears? I never believed that he would cry.

It was past three when he heard snoring. Even though there are countless noises in the middle, he really fell asleep, and he just escaped the pain of reality.

However, at six o'clock, the bell rang on time, and he hung his groggy head and went to work again.

Even though my father and I stayed up all night, I couldn't understand his pain at all. How much pain he has faced and how much he has borne for me, and I can't repay him at all!

My relationship with my father is not very close. We get along like water. Sometimes, I am very afraid of my father.

Father always looks serious and cold, speaks in an orderly way and has little warmth.

My father is a harsh and impatient person, at least when he helps me with my study. My mathematical thinking has always been poor. Every time I ask my father a math problem, my father's roar and my crying can always be heard in the room.

The deep sea of memory flooded in, and I still remember that day. I asked my father a math problem in junior high school. He was absorbed in reading the newspaper. When he saw me coming, he put the newspaper aside and took the newspaper I handed him. "Dad, I can't do this problem. Can you tell me something? " I said timidly because I was afraid of my father. He glanced at the test questions at random, and then asked me a question: "Didn't the teacher in the remedial class talk about this kind of question?" Didn't you listen carefully? "There was an undeniable power in my father's tone, which hit me right on the spot." Yes, the teacher did, but I didn't understand ... "Before I finished, my father rushed to say," Learning is your task, and taking care of the family is my father's task. Everyone has his own responsibility. How can he be so careless as you? "I have always been a good girl in the eyes of my parents. Hearing my father's criticism, I burst into tears and shouted, "If you don't talk, don't talk, I'll solve it myself!" "I don't know where I got the courage to end the conversation with my father like this. I rushed into the room, buried my head on the desk and burst into tears. Why do I have a father who doesn't love me? I can learn math well without his help! I secretly made up my mind.

So, I began to look through the notes of the remedial class, study the exercises that the teacher had said, and rack my brains to think about the solution to this problem. I don't know how long it took, but the door was pushed open. I looked inside and it was my father! Is he going to scold me again? I saw my father go straight to the desk and put a page of A4 paper full of words in front of me. It turned out to be the process of solving the problem just now, with all kinds of traces of pencils, black pens and red pens on it. It turned out that he didn't ignore me. His rigorous thinking, neat writing and standardized expression gave me the best demonstration. "You can refer to this method." I looked up at my father with a trace of apology and warmth in my eyes. "Dad just wants you to be more serious ..." Father paused, as if his voice choked. "Maybe, my request is too strict ..." He tentatively held out his hand and gently landed on my shoulder. At that moment, I felt the tenderness of fatherly love that I had never had before. "Dad, I was wrong. I will study hard! " Father nodded hard, with a gratified smile on his face. We look at each other and smile, just like a pair of friends with a heart in mind. We don't need too many words to connect with each other.

After that, my father was still very strict with my study. However, I no longer blame my father, because I understand his good intentions. Whenever I want to slack off, I cheer up and continue to challenge myself when I think of my father's cold eyes as if accusing me of my fault.

Since childhood, my father has been working outside to earn money, and the time spent with my mother is pitiful. If you rest at home all day, feel unwell or sick, or you spend most of the day sitting in front of the computer, sending emails to prepare for the next day's work, you have been on the phone for half a day. He left his mobile phone, and several calls came in ten minutes. At the end of the whole day, I don't know how many times I said "hello, hello".

Although he is always so busy, he will not lack care for me. Come back at three or four in the middle of the night, and don't forget to check whether the quilt is covered. But it was then that I really understood my father's concern for me.

On that day, the clouds seemed to be close to the ground, and the dark clouds covered the sky. The teacher screwed up last week's exam. I feel good about myself at first and won't make too many mistakes. But a big paper on the desk shocked me. The teacher wrote "There are too many calculation errors, the foundation is not solid ..." Next to the paper, he finally mentioned "Great retrogression!" The teacher said that we should have a serious talk with our parents.

In a hurry, I have lived 15 years. In a trance, I went to the second grade. Looking back at the long-term students. Ah, what you see is a series of footprints or bends, deep or shallow. What motivates me to keep moving forward is my father's silent love.

Father's love for you is like a gentle breeze and drizzle, moistening things silently and deeply. Do you remember when I was in the first grade? At that time, the school was not far from home, and it took fifteen minutes to get to school. In order to let me know the way home, you didn't rely on your parents, but taught me how to remember the way home and made up a story about going home for me. After I studied, I walked home alone every day, and I experienced a six-year study career as soon as I left, but my father didn't trust me and always followed me behind and accompanied me through the first step of my life.

Father, your love for me is a silent feeling, a silent coast, which gave me the strength to set sail when I was tired. Isn't father like a pine tree in a storm? Tall and majestic, it is a symbol of strength and tenacity. After bravely fighting against nature and difficulties, it taught me how to adapt to the environment and face difficulties, and provided me with a cool place to rest. At the first crossroads in my life, difficulties and setbacks made me lose my past and vision. It was my father who encouraged me to say, "Don't be afraid, get up from where you fell, and don't give in to setbacks.". There is nothing in the world that cannot be solved. " That short sentence made me get up from the fall and walk with me.

My father is a soldier. He works in a city far away from us and can't go home several times a year. Every time he came back, he stayed for a few days and then left. I don't spend much time with my father, so there is always a gap between me and my father. I always say, "I don't know my father, and I never will!" " "

In my memory, I only vaguely remember one thing; Because my father was in a hurry, my mother took me back to Lao Mu's house first. That day, my father saw our mother and daughter on the bus, and my mother and I got on the bus. The train is about to leave. I quickly waved to my father and shouted, "Dad, come up!" " "My father stood there as if he didn't hear me. At that moment, I saw my father's eyes moist, and a tear hit by love crossed his tired face. I was eight months old that year. Later, I heard from adults that my father went back and stayed up all night, and the next day was Lacrimosa.

My father has a lot of work to do, and we don't see each other many times a year. Gradually, my father seems strange to me, and the love between our father and daughter is getting weaker and weaker. Until that day, I accidentally turned out the photos of my father a few days ago, only to vaguely see my father's original shiny black hair, a few more silvery white hair, the original beautiful eyes are no longer dazzling, and there are some wrinkles in the corners of his eyes. Ah, father is old! I can't believe how this handsome father got so old.

This is love, right? How much responsibility did my father shoulder for love and work? There are pains, pains and tiredness, and I never tell anyone!

At this moment, I really knew my father, my-once-once-father-dear!

Little things between my father and me 9 In the morning, I woke up from a hazy sleep and saw the sun shining slightly red through the curtains. After a while, there was a burst of footsteps. I think it's coming towards me. I quickly closed my eyes. Needless to say, it is my father. He seemed to stand in front of my bed for a while, then turned and left. Then came the sound of the security door closing, and I knew in my heart that my 35 hours with my father were over. ...

After my mother was laid off, she took care of my daily life at home. Dad works in a city hundreds of kilometers away and can only take five days off a month at most. Apart from sleeping and the time on the road, our family spends only fifty hours together every month. Come to think of it, I can only be with my father for 35 hours. In this limited time, my father seized every opportunity to be with me as much as possible, playing billiards together, chatting together, and sometimes even sitting next to me and watching my favorite TV programs, which may be a pleasure to him.

What impressed me most was that on the last night before I left home, my father would sit next to me and ask me something about school. Although he is not as delicate and considerate as his mother, he is also full of concern. He often asks me, "Is there anything new at school?" "Are there any tests recently?" "What did you do when you encountered a problem?" Wait a minute. I always answer "no" lightly, but he still waits for my affirmative answer with a serious face. So focused, I have to answer well.

I remember once, my father suddenly asked me, "How are you getting along with your classmates recently?" I paused and immediately replied, "Everything is fine." I understand that my father's distrust of me is equal to the kilometers between me and him. You can imagine how much she wants to live by my side, always accompanying me and supervising me, but all this is an unattainable luxury for our family. So every time we are together, he will care for me, care for me and compensate me with double love. I remember that after an exam, my grade ranking dropped 17. Those days, I felt very uncomfortable. I feel that the sky is falling, and I have been in a daze all day. My mom called my dad when she saw me like this. Dad immediately sent a short message: "son, do you know?" Failure is the mother of success. Anyway, dad believes you, because you are the best! "After reading the text message, my eyes blurred, and all the unhappiness these days was washed away by tears in my eyes. At the same time, I miss the short story that happened with my father in 35 hours.

I long for the joy of family reunion, so I cherish and cherish the 35 hours of good time with my father, which makes me feel the beauty of family and life.

Little things between my father and me 10 Dad will always be a giant in the family. His love for me is so high. Tell me a few little things between my father and me.

It was snowing heavily outside one winter morning. My father and I just opened the door of the corridor when the whistling cold wind came at us with goose feather and heavy snow. Dad looked at it and said it was too cold. Our car is far away. Go back to the corridor and wait enthusiastically! Dad will pick you up in the car. After that, dad trotted along in the heavy snow. After a while, the car came. I jumped into the car and found that many small ice beads had formed on my father's forehead and small snowflakes were still hanging on his glasses. Directly into the warm and comfortable carriage, warm body, warm heart.

Another time, when I was running on the physical education class, I took off my coat when it was hot, and let the cool wind blow in March. It felt great. But it was great at that time, but I felt very uncomfortable when I got home. I fell headlong on the bed. I can't get up anyway. After a while, my father cooked a bowl of ginger juice, pulled me up, let me drink a big bowl, and then covered me with two quilts. Then he took my temperature and helped me to the bathroom. At midnight.

Although the father's love is high, the ruler in his heart cannot be measured. Father's love is a bowl of ginger soup and two quilts, which always makes me feel warm!

I am a boy. I am twelve years old. Of course, at the age of twelve, everyone should know that I am a sixth-grade student. Under my thick I-shaped eyebrows, there are a pair of watery eyes as bright as sapphire, and a small nose with a glib mouth under it. My small and exquisite hands can also make all kinds of things, and I am a naughty and lovely person.

My father is strict with me. He often watches me practice calligraphy and do my homework. Although he often criticizes me, I am not discouraged because I know my father is very kind to me. In fact, every time my dad says how good other children are and how good their grades are, he really wants me to be a useful person. I am very grateful to my father. But one thing, I not only disobeyed my father, but also made him cry. This matter always appears in my mind, and I can't get rid of it.

It was a gloomy Friday. I came home from school and saw my father at home. I happily said to my father, "Wow! It's another Friday. I'm so happy! Dad! Can I play computer for a while? " The father said indifferently, "Hey! You just can't quit this computer addiction. Ok, play for an hour, come down on time and don't cheat. " So I immediately sat in front of the computer and started playing games. At this time, I saw an oasis in the desert and a light in the dark ... I was infatuated at that time. Suddenly, the three words I least like to hear appeared-it's time, dad shouted. But at that time, I was immersed in the game and just kept saying, "Now! Immediately, immediately ... ",but there is no action. When my father saw that I had broken my word, he flew into a rage and roared at me: "You cheated, turn off the computer quickly, or I will hit you!" " "I was a little uncomfortable, too, and began to talk back:" You think you are great because you are my father! I just want to play computer today, so what? "My dad began to reason with me, and I always talked back. Finally, my father couldn't bear it. He made me a condition that I could play computer as long as I was slapped fifty times. I agreed to keep out the air with him. He hit me a few times, but I put up with it. When he saw me like this, he said, "You child ... alas ... is hopeless, fight, fight!" "I fell into the game again, but I didn't hear anything in the living room. I stole a look at my father at the door and saw tears on his face. At this time, my heart is also very sad and I regret it. I went to my father silently and apologized to him. Later, I also slowly quit Internet addiction.

After this time, I realized my mistake and made up my mind to be an obedient and sensible boy.

I live in an ordinary and ordinary family. In this family, my father is kind, strict and amiable, which makes me respect, fear and respect him. However, in this ordinary family, my father and I interpreted this inspiring story.

In my eyes, my father is a die-hard fan. Whether he just got up in the morning or came home from work, the first thing he did was to turn on the TV and find his favorite sports channel, especially during the Olympic Games. I, on the other hand, am an out-and-out movie fan, and I can't get tired of watching my favorite TV. One day at noon, I was watching TV, and the TV was booming. Father rushed into the room, grabbed the remote control in my hand and transferred it to the central five sets. He also said to me in a hurry, "This game is very important to me. I must watch it." I also shouted: "this is the last episode, and it is also very important to me!" " "As he spoke, he grabbed the remote control and changed it. My father flew into a rage and shouted at me, "What's the use of watching that TV play?" Can't learn, can't use. Watch more sports programs and news broadcasts, care about important sports and political events in some countries, and maybe even get these in the exam ... "I sobbed and ran into the room, complaining that my father was too heartless. It's good for me to think about my father afterwards. He has a point.

My father is very strict with me, but he also loves me, cares about me and is very kind. My mother didn't buy me a present for my birthday this year. Father always feels that he can't pass. He called me at work and said, "I have to buy something for my birthday." Come down, I'll buy you a watch. " He took me and bought me a beautiful watch. I like it very much. I really deserve to be my good father.

Little things between my father and me 13 My father has always been introverted and doesn't talk much. He looks gloomy all day, as if there would be a thunderstorm at any time, so I have been afraid of him since I was a child.

My father suffered a lot when he was a child, and his education level was only junior high school, so he never dared to ask for more money, nor did he dare to be a more prestigious official. But sometimes that's fate. Dad was lucky enough to work in the government and became the captain of the Interpol Brigade. But I seem to find that my father is not happy. His former bright eyes have become sunken.

One afternoon a few weeks ago, my cousin and I went to school together. Because there was no one in the classroom for a long time, I felt bored, so I invited my cousin Yan Yan and her two good classmates to my class. They were probably too curious to go to the Health Corner to see our classmates' self-criticism. One of them is self-criticism, with beautiful and neat words, but no name. They asked me whose critical letter was. I used to watch Tu Youyou. I was playing with a lighter and the flames were burning. My hand moves up with my body. Accidentally burned Tu Youyou's self-criticism book. Yan Yan photographed the whole self-criticism book and stepped on the fire. We watched the flames fade away and didn't care too much. We went to Class 83.

About ten minutes later, Felicia Chin came. We went back to the classroom together. When we saw the raging fire, both wind chimes and I were shocked. Then we shouted "fire, fire". It didn't take long for the second floor to be crowded with people, putting out fires and splashing water. Everyone is in a hurry, but I just stare at my masterpiece. ...

The head teacher has been here for a long time. He called all the students in the class together and asked, "Who did it?" ? Everyone is asking "who did it, who did it"? I was the only one who didn't speak. Later, the class teacher carefully investigated and found out that I was the murderer. After I told the class teacher everything, the class teacher said, "Call your father!" " ! I was surprised at first, but then I had to pick up my cell phone and call my father. When I called my father, I didn't call him "dad", but used the local dialect.

"Uncle", because grandma said that my father's zodiac doesn't match me, many strange things will happen at home when I call "dad", so I can't call.

Dudu, the phone is connected. I told my father that you should come to school. The school wants to see you. My dad said, well, I'm in a meeting. I will come to school after the meeting. Hang up with a beep.

After returning to the classroom, the students scrambled to ask, "What's going on? What's going on?" I just said "nothing" gently according to my usual attitude, and then I began to do my homework. After a while, my classmates came to me and said, "Peggy, Peggy, your father is here." I ran out in a panic and saw that my father's slap was about to fall. Teacher Zhang quickly stopped and said, "Don't touch your hands." Then dad angrily followed teacher Zhang.

When I got home, I thought my father would hit me, but I didn't expect my father to just throw the money on the table and say, "Look." I asked, "What is enough?" Father said, "Do you think you shouldn't pay for burning so many things? I said "Oh" and left with the money.

My father came home late that night. When he got home, he sat in bed and cried. When I got closer, I found my father drunk. My father said to me, "Would you like to listen? Do you know who I am working so hard for? " ? I worked so hard for you to live a better life in the future ... "I cried, and I cried with my father until I was tired of crying." Father said, "It's late. Go to sleep. I have to study tomorrow." I sobbed and went back to my room.

My father is still young in appearance, but I find his heart is old and tired. Growing up, my father tried his best to me, but I was so disobedient that I always made him angry. Therefore, I will never be so naughty from now on. I will definitely study hard and never let my father take on so many complicated things alone. I will be very good and obedient ...