Write the text is father's day last year. Father and reveals thevicissitudes of life a lot this year, all the year round, changing, or weatheredrain and snow, or a cool day, father is always busy and tired all day long. Afew days ago to see my parents, my father set foot in the door from the outsidereturn to change clothes, saw his father's arms, shoulders, neck is sun sunburnskin, red and black, peeling, inner aboard were badly, there seems to besomething blurred my eyes, to turn my back again afraid father found, then go toanother room quietly choked, tears every time we sat on the sofa, blowing airconditioning, see father rushed to the back of the door, go out, there is alwaysa kind of the sufferings, a qualm, a dull ache Often told him, criticism, hesaid, dad, the relaxed a little, don't always take his body for work nothappened! But dad is always simple and honest smile: used to work, I am sittingat home is when I do, it is better to go out activities activities bones andmuscles! In fact, I know, father, think we sisters live better, he is like atree, moment care for us, we have been a father great shade of cool, heat!
Today, and every father's day, to lay down their hands of the keyboard,picked up the phone beside spoke on the phone to my father, my father is talkingwith my mother on the roof of the cool, heart a little, I can do now is to allowyourself to grow into a big tree, let father also can calm down and rest, tryhard, father!
After dinner yesterday, she was busy making the envelope. I don't know whatto do, she pasted after me to help her, then she returned to her room. Hermother asked her: "what are you alone in the room do?" She didn't answer, justquietly doing. Later I learned that she was making a mysterious gift.
This morning I was in my sleep, my daughter came to my room, naked standingin front of the bed, hands backwards. I rubbed my sleep is hard to open, lookedat his watch at 5:30. Before what I say, she ran to come over, the elaborategifts to me yesterday evening, top write "to the world's dad!" I opened theenvelope, containing a hand made card, "I wish all father happy holidays!" Iasked her "why do you want to wish all father". She replied, "because some kidscould not have made the gift to dad, I mean they give this gift to theirfather." "Why do you want to represent them? They will bless your father." "No,they went to heaven." Yes, how many in the 5.12 grain sichuan earthquake dadlost their smart lovely baby. How good my eyes moist, pure child, 5.12 letfather lost child in the world, but there are thousands of children blessedthem, and pray for them and wish to lose the child's father can enjoy moreaffection, wish all the father happy life. Thank you, my dear daughter. I amvery happy, happy! On behalf of all my father thank you!
Father's day this day, I thought of his father's warmth.
I remember it was a rainy night, listening to the village of know-it-all,said today in a neighbouring village to a stunt of martial arts, that is truestunts, have on wheels, lost fly knife and so on, can hear my heart itch, so Iwrapped in dad will take me to see. In the next village came little musicsound,
The way a day of heavy rain becomes muddy, foot a trample all sticky mud,walked away on his feet more and more heavy. A step in the mud isalso to noise,in the silence of the night to be true and distant, like walking in the wild anduninhabited desert, only I have a torch opened a light in the dark road,gradually the anchor on heavy not open let me, daddy see this, bent down and putmy back up, walked a deep shallow.
Suddenly, his father a staggered fall down on the dirt road, cover myfather and I didn't fall too serious, I use a flashlight on, a big rock barefeet at his father. I felt the sting of the father's face was strong distortionwas ugly. I keep silent palpitate, woodenly stare blankly on the dirt road,standing beside the father of lodging, at a loss. Father, my father, he, butstill up from the ground slowly, rubbed his wines sore ankle, andfirmly hold my hand, lurched forward. At the foot of the snow held high, a nastyYiHuan rang, voice is very messy. I think the father each step bit keenly jaws,I seem to feel the father's foot injury is very serious, I want to come back, Itold dad, "all right, dad good, you see, the front is the village." Fatherpointed to the front.
That night, the father with his my sore feet stand on a dirt road insculpture, let me on the shoulders of his tired look all night stunt shows.
As many things I can remember, this only this one, deeply engraved on my mymind, that the performance of the night I have already can't remember, Iremember father's warmth. Father gave me such a warm, I also want to become afather's warmth, thanked dad give to me.
My father I think my father is a kind man, he love help people, and alwaysforget to do something for himself. He has a good sence of humor, yes, I likethat. That always make us happy.
I think he is a friend of mine. Because he always talk with me. I oftenfeel I am not his daughter but his friend.
I think that my father is a good father and also a good worker.
He works very hard. So he can’t play with me or my mum for long time. Hethink work will make him happy because work has many funny. So he always teachesme: don’t think work is a hard thing. My father has many hobby. For example, helike reading, and he also like play computer game.
He use his hobby to realx. He can feel very happy if he work, and alsoplay. He is a good man, isn’t he?
Hi， my name is Cindy。 I have a good father。 I like him very much。
My father is a policeman。 He is tall and strong。 He looks very cool in theblack police uniform。 He works in the police station and he is very busy everyday。 He likes helping people。 So he often goes everywhere by his motor cycle。When he sees the people in the trouble， he will try his best to help thepeople。
He is a good policeman。 And many people like him very much， too。 They oftensay: “Mr Li， you are a good policeman。 We like you very much。” But my fatheralways has a point: Helping people is his duty。
My father likes reading books very much。 Because he thinks: A good book isa good friend。 So he reads books after work every day。 Sometimes he plays gameswith me。 We are very happy。 I like him very much， because my father is not onlymy father， but also my good friend。
This is my father。 He is a good father。 I like my father very much!