Hi father wa a moker, and he himelf aid that he had moked in the firt two year of hi life, for twenty-five year. Hi father moke a lot of ugly, a few dozen of the high-grade moke he draw, a more than one yuan of low-grade moke he alo draw; But he wa able to eparate the moke from the ugly and the real. Dad can pocket without money, but there mut be ome moke and cigarette lighter, our houe i filled with moke and big lighter, in the living room, a bedroom, a kitchen, toilet, too. A long a he i home, there i a cloud of moke around the houe, and the air in the home i well below the city of Beijing, which i under a andtorm.
My mother and I have a few hour every day life under the clutche of nicotine, know that econd-hand moke mother often advied dad to quit moking, but dad aid: "want me to quit moking i to my life, I one day can not eat, but not moking can't live in a minute." I alo often a variety of dire conequence for moking to him, but he alway ay, "chairman MAO zedong moke moked all hi life, live more than eighty year old; the Britih prime miniter Winton Churchill i opium addict, alo lived more than ninety year." There' nothing he can do.
Thi year, I'm in ixth grade, and my homework i up a lot. I have to do it for a long time every night. My mother would it beide me to keep me in no hurry. That night, my grandmother wa ill and my mother wa going to be with my grandmother. My father, too, wa itting on my ide, like mother, and the h2 mell of moke filled my heart and lung a he approached me. He took out hi cigarette and lighter and lit a leiurely cigarette. I could not bear it. Dad didn't think o, and urged me to do it. I knew that it wa impoible to get him out of the moke, and he had a plan to get hi cigarette and lighter and learn how he looked like a cigarette. I aid to him, "a long a you moke one, I'll moke one." Dad had to pre the moke into the ahtray.由好作网www.hAOzuowEn.com整理
Strange to ay, father i not moking now, and the moke in the houe i gone.
爸爸嗜烟如命，据他自己说，他上初二时就学上抽烟了，这一抽就二十五年。爸爸抽烟虽不分好丑，几十元的高档烟他抽，一元多的低档烟他也抽；但他能分出烟的好丑和真假来。爸爸的口袋里可以没有钱，但肯定有烟和打火机，我们家到处都有烟和大火机，客厅有，卧室有，厨房有，厕所也有。只要他在家，家里就是烟雾缭绕，家里的空气适宜指数绝对低于沙尘暴笼罩下的北京城。
我和妈妈每天都有几小时生活在尼古丁的魔爪下，深知二手烟危害的妈妈经常劝爸爸戒烟，可爸爸却说：“要我戒烟就等于要我的命，我一天不吃饭可以，但一分钟不抽烟就没法活。”我也经常举吸烟的各种可怕后果给他听，可他总是说：“毛泽东主席抽了一辈子烟，还活八十多岁；英国首相丘吉尔是大烟鬼，还活九十多岁。”真拿他没办法。
今年我六年级，作业量骤然增多了，每天晚上都要做很长时间。妈妈为了让我不着急，就会坐在一旁陪着我。那天晚上，外婆生病了，妈妈要陪外婆，而陪我的人物落到爸爸身上。爸爸也学着妈妈一样坐在我一旁，那股浓烈的烟味在他靠近我的瞬间就直灌我的心肺。他又连忙掏出香烟和打火机，点燃一根悠闲地抽起来，我真受不了，被呛得咳嗽个不停。爸爸还不以为然，并催促我快做。我知道让他熄掉烟是不可能的，就心生一计，把他的香烟和打火机拿过来，也学着他的样子点了一支烟。这下可把爸爸惊住了，我对他说：“今后只要你抽一支，我也抽一支。”爸爸只好把烟狠狠地摁在烟灰缸里。
说来还真怪，爸爸现在不抽烟了，家里的烟也不见踪影了。