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Article one: my father
My father i a "py".
Don't be afraid, Dad. Thi py i not a bad agent in the movie. He ued to work a a ecret agent in the army.
At home, dad i a uper py. Trying to hide omething from him i more difficult than going to heaven. My father' eye are like eagle. When I look at you, I eem to know what you think.
Yeterday, I wa "miing the tuffing". I violated my father' "decree" to et off the whip. When I firt came home, my father aked, "are you going to et off the whip?" I aid, "No." Dad looked at me and aid, "no, then tell me the mell of gunpowder on my body."
Today, I am "helping" again. Dad left the office to write my homework, but I neaked up the computer and heard the foottep of my father' return. I quickly hut the computer and at in front of the dek. Dad entered the door and aked, "heaven give, and play the computer again?" I pretended to be calm and aid, "if you don't let me, I dare!" Dad miled and aid, "Comrade Wei Tianyu, why did there be a computer hutdown? What i the reaon for you to ay to me? "WWw.hAOzuowEn.com
Spy dad i really not eay to deal with, or tudy hard, don't alway think about dealing with dad' big py.
Article two: my father
My father ha a tall and big figure. I looked up, and hi body wa like a mountain, which made me feel teadfat. Dad i a violent temper, and hi mall eye are black and bright like black pearl. The glaring eye are h2 enough to make people tremble.
Whenever I make any mitake, he will glare at me and teach me later. Let me get a cool back.
Although my father i a bit hort tempered, he i a good father.
I remember the winter of that year. The cold wind wa h2 and the weather wa very cold. He rode a bicycle to pick me up at chool. I didn't have glove. He brought down hi glove for me. He forgot to have frotbite, badly on hi hand back home, he wa frozen to hold the key. In my heart, I ruhed to help him open the door and poured warm water into my father' hand. compoition
There are many thing like thi, my father, he i like a glove in the winter, giving me warmth; he i like an umbrella in the rain, and let me not get wet; he i a warrior who will protect me in danger.
My father, a good tempered father who love me very much!
Article three: my father
I have a big, tall father. It can be aid that father plu mother i my world, becaue they gave me life. However, the mother i the greatet, but the father' love i acred. He upport our family.
My father ha a pair of mall eye, occaionally on hi eye, there are a few blood wire, needle to ay, dad i ure to be tired. Dad had a mall noe. He knew he wa an honet man. He had a little cherry mouth nder hi noe. He alway miled weetly. Look! Dad' head i o bright. "Under the un' ray, it'" dazzling ". We don't need to turn on the light at night. Fortunately, we wear unglae.
Since Dad bought a computer, he ha been working all day except for work. Every now and then, a cigarette will be picked up. If dad doen't moke, it' great!
My father i a filial father. He love the little boy when he i old. He never think of himelf.
What do you gue when Dad' finihed? Hi face i heavy, hi notril are big, hi mouth i crooked, hi eye are made into a eam. Ben want my father to train me, but my father i ecretly laughing.
Article four: my father
My father and mother are primary chool teacher. I often wonder whether I will grow up a a primary chool teacher if I go on like thi.
Dad i alo working a the leader of the chool port group. The job wa very hard. Mot of the teacher were in the claroom. My father had to be in the hot un. It wa hard to take a PE cla, play ball and run, and it wa not eay.
After all, hard work will be rewarded. Dad' tudent perform well in the national port competition. One ha broken the national record, and one i about to become the firt in the country.
So I often think that hi father' work i new and hard, and hi every achievement i the hard price he paid for with every bit of weat. My iter and my iter are jut eating and playing, and I can pend half of my father' work, and I hope he can buy omething and give comfort to him.
In addition to teaching port, he i alo a ten omnipotence, I often ee hi patience to teach tudent, I read the firt big math Englih, to the hand of my father, uddenly become not difficult. My dad i a great man with a head and leg.
When I come home from work every day, even if I'm tired, my father will accompany me to do hi homework. I look at hi eriou expreion and ay again and again in my heart, "Dad! Thank you very much! I love you! "
Article five: my father
I have a trict father. He know me very well. I love him very much.
Father' eye i very intereting, alway like to turn around, he love to play mart, Father alo ha "eye", one time, I read, while ecretly drawing play on the ide, the father' "eye" dicovered, wa criticized, not ah! Dad' noe i high and look very handome.
My father wa very humorou. Once I wa diobedient when I wa eating, I wa criticized by my mother. I uddenly cried with a our noe. My mouth wa big. My father tuck a dih in my mouth and made me laugh.
My father i till a "Owl". He worked hard in hi tudy in the evening, but he had to leep in the bed in the morning. I wa the "little alarm clock" and called him up. "Dad i very hard, and you don't hout him." When I heard it, I walked away gently. Once, I got up at night to go to the toilet, and I aw my father reading a book. It wa 24 hour. I incerely admired my father. Dad, you are till tudying o late. I hould learn from you. You are our example.
My father i like a pool of water that ripple my life. Hi h2 and h2 chet give me endle warmth. I love my father.
Article ix: my father
He wa 48 year old. He wa not tall and thin, and the few beard on hi face were diproportionate to hi age. Becaue he worked, the black hair of hi head wa mixed with ome white hair, and the whole peron eemed to have a feeling of viciitude.
It wa called my father, mater king, becaue my father wa a car repairman, and four of our family depended on my father' craft. It wa dirty and tired, and very hard. In pring, ummer and winter, Dad had to climb to the bottom of the car, get into the car, quat in the car, unload the bad part and intall it. Good acceorie, all kind of dirty oil to repair all kind of vehicle, every day i like a car to the car to go, every day to repeat thi kind of work. Every time, looking at the expreion of the driver' atifaction, litening to the driver' word of gratitude, dad wa happy, watching dad happy a he repaired the car and watching the car repaired by hi father running on the treet. Suddenly, I felt that dad wa great and great, becaue he had uch a father. Feel proud and proud.
Although my father wa a car repairman, he did the dirty and tired work every day, but every time after work, he came back in a uit and had no oil in hi finger clip, you know. My father' contellation i Virgo, becaue the Virgo i very clean, and every time I ee a relaxed and atified expreion on my father' face, I know dad ha done the "tak" again, I feel very olid and very happy, thi i my father, I love my father.
Article even: my father
My father i a funny and trange father.
Once I aw dad having hi beard with a razor. I jut walked into him. He took him with hi beard. I felt very painful. I threw my dad off and aid, "your beard i too long to be a broom, and not have."
Another time, while I wa leeping, I picked up a razor to have off hi beard. When I wa jut half haved, my leeping dad uddenly got up. He opened hi eye and aked, "what do you do with a razor?" Ah! I ee. You want to have off my beard. When Dad' voice dropped, I threw the razor under the bed, and dad aid, "beard i my baby. You want to have it off. There' no door." A few day later, Dad' beard grew again.
After two thing above, I made a poem for my father: "let' leave the gra and grow up one year old." The razor i haved, and the day come out again. "
Article eight: my father
My father wa tall and fat, with a pair of nearighted glae on hi face, a high noe bridge, a red red mouth, and a beer belly. I like my father' patience and good temper. But ometime I really want to ee what it look like when Dad loe hi temper.
It' true that dad i good tempered and patient.
I remember one time: I puzzled over an Olympiad quetion, and kept drawing and Thinking on the gra paper. In the end, I till did not know the anwer. Then my father came over and aked me, "what kind of problem have you tumped?" I pointed to that math problem. Dad drew a picture of me while reading the quetion, put fact and reaoning into practice, and wrote me a lot of formula. Dad told me patiently how the reult came from. I did not undertand the firt time, my father aw me locked the eyebrow, and gave me a few time, but I till have ome confuion, and I want my father to tell me again, but I am afraid of my father' temper what to do? My father eemed to ee through my mind and told me everal time with patience, and I not only undertood how the problem wa done, but alo which formula wa ued in thi problem.
My father' patience and explanation made me undertand that I hould not be impatient with difficult problem, to oberve, compare and analyze with intelligent eye, to apply the learned knowledge flexibly, and to find the breakthrough point of olving the problem, o that the difficult quetion can alo be olved.
I will alway like my patient father, daddy, I love you!