my father

I have wanted to write my father for a long time.

My father is a small national teacher. He is a kind and strict father. He said that he was kind, because he gave the three of our sisters care in life. Many are reasonably said to be mothers, but fathers always want to be in front of their mothers and make us live as much as possible. When I was a child, there were a lot of clothes and shoes and socks that my father bought. Until I grew up to work, my father would buy clothes for me.

In life, my father is a kind father. In my study and work, my father is very strict with us. If there are three of our sisters who are not thinking about progress or doing something that is sorry for others, the father will teach us slyly. The father taught that the person never used his hand. He used the mouth with a "three-inch tongue." The three of our sisters and the children of many relatives and friends of my family are really respectful and fearful to my father. I have a friend who has only been to my house once and talked to my father for some time. After returning, he sent out a feeling: "Your dad's mouth is really powerful." I laughed: "My dad got an occupational disease and likes to teach people." However, just because there is such a father, I can constantly spur myself. strive to move on. After I joined the work, although I was lazy in my studies, I didn't dare to neglect my work. After eight years of work, my teaching achievements have been good.

What I want to mention here is the one-year time when I was in the third grade, because my father’s care for me in that year made me understand the selflessness and greatness of my father’s love more deeply.

I spent the first two years of the first and second day in Dahuang Middle School. On the third day of the third day, my father heard that the teaching quality of Qiqi Middle School was among the best in the county. So, the father of "Women Chengfeng" was everywhere. I rushed to the school and finally transferred me to Qiqi Middle School.

At the beginning, I lived in the dormitory with other classmates. On Saturdays and Sundays, the students were happily going home with something, but I had nowhere to go. In that month, for several nights, I was alone in the bed and stayed in the bed to sleep. When I saw my father, I complained to my father. My father listened quietly and locked his brow. When I started school in the second half of the year, my father arranged me to stay in Jiang’s room, and the meal was also played in the teacher’s window. I don't know how the poor father of the family got these privileges, but I know that my father has always been at any cost and not afraid of any trouble in his children.

Because Qiqi Middle School is far away from my home and is not open to traffic, so I have to go home and return to school to take the father to pick up and drop off. Every time I sit on my father's bicycle, I watch my father's shoulders trembled on the bicycle. My heart is really not a taste, I am staring at myself: "You are useless, let your father suffer so much."

I will never forget those two mornings.

One is the morning at the end of 1992. That year the weather was unusually cold, and the north wind whistling, like a hungry lion waiting to be arrested. If anyone does not know that the sky is thick and hard to come out and compete with it, then it will definitely give you some great taste. I stood at the door of the dormitory, staring at the gray sky: I was colder this morning, and the road was covered with a thick layer of thick frost, it seemed to be snowing, and there were hard, smooth ice cubes everywhere, and the next eaves The long ice edge of the root makes people feel the cold. The school has been on holiday, and yesterday afternoon, the students went home all the way, leaving me alone in the school. "How can my father pick me up in such a ghost weather?" I felt no way to do it. "Starting this morning, the school is going to stop eating, what should I do?"

Standing outside is too cold, I hid in the room, took out a lot of waste paper, and lit it for heating.

"Beep, beep, toot" gently knock on the door, who will it be? I opened the door and saw it, she was a teacher, and she had a bowl of steaming noodles in her hand. "I haven't had breakfast yet, eat it!" I took the noodles and the tears almost rolled out.

Looking back on the past, whether I was studying or working, I got a lot of care and help from teachers and leaders. At the beginning, I was still proud of myself. I thought that my efforts were approved by everyone. Later I realized that they were big. Part of it is the care of the father, taking care of the father, a daughter who does not know how to take care of herself, does not care about the world, and some people are moved by the father's meticulous care for his children. Otherwise, it is difficult for me to get so much help from a "nerd" like me who only knows how to study, work, and understand the world.

After all, his father was not intimidated by the "lion". He came to the cold. I sat in the room and heard my father report to me on the bicycle bell – I could hear my father’s car ringing because his bell was fully cared for; I also heard the big sister’s big voice: Teacher Tao, it’s so cold, you come late!” I hurriedly opened the door and saw the father who had just got off the bus. Although wearing gloves and hats, the hateful north wind still did not let go of his father, his father's face was blown red and purple by the wind. The father walked into the room and looked at the smoke from the full house. He said, "Quiet me coming late, we will go home soon."

Another one is the morning of the second day of the first month of 1993. At that time, our graduating class was very tight, and we began to attend classes on the third day of the first month. Therefore, I must be in school on the second day. I clearly remember that there was heavy snow on the second day of the second day. It may be too cold, my father and I are awkward, sitting on the stove and saying no to class. At that time, my father was extremely angry. At that time, he specifically said something I could not remember, but there is a sentence I will never forget: "I am so hard for you to study, do you repay me like this?" In his words, I no longer said anything, dressed in shackles, wrapped my feet in plastic skin, and followed my father out. The situation on the road can be imagined, the snow has sealed the road, the bicycle is difficult to walk, my father almost used the car to help me to the school. Since then, I have studied harder because I know that I can only afford my father if I study hard.

During the year of Qi Wei’s study, although I was far away from home and rarely went home, I often felt the warmth of my family and the care of my parents.

"Xiaofeng, your cousin is giving you a dish, it is a fresh big squid!" "Xiaofeng, your fellow countryman, brought you 'winter melon stewed lean meat'..." Looking at the envy of the students My eyes are full of happiness. At that time, my father was particularly sensitive to the word "Qi Qi". When someone heard Qi Qi, he would continue to ask: "Are you going to Qi Qi? Are you going to Qiqi Middle School?" When he got a positive answer, he I will be very happy, hurriedly rushed home, told my mother to do some good food, and the Tona brought it to me. At that time, my family’s life was tight, and the family’s five people only depended on their father’s meager private teachers’ wages. But the food that my father brought to me every time was very good. It wasn't fish or meat. When I was near the middle school entrance exam, my father was extravagant. I bought a few boxes of royal jelly and brain fluid for me to drink. My father told me not to waste money. My father said, "How hard do you study? How can you make up for it?" In fact, if you have to work hard, your father is the hardest. He has to educate his students when he goes to work. He must educate him after work. Children; he cares for the students' study at work, and he cares about the life of the whole family after work. My father has always been a good teacher, a good father, a good husband. You said that he can not be tired? But the father never complains about anything in front of us. He is always so tireless, silent, and optimistic.

If the father did not find someone to deliver food to me after ten days, he would take the time to run for himself. At that time, my father often ran to Qi, and gave me food to eat and pick me up to play. Sometimes, the father really can't find time, he uses the night time. In memory, my father used to give me food by moonlight at 11 o'clock in the evening, and then rushed home through the moonlight.

This is my father, a father who has worked hard for his children, a father who only asks for donation. After taking part in the work, I always have one thing in my heart, that is to repay my father. But for eight years, I found that I got more from my father than I paid. My father never asked me anything, never reached out to ask for anything, and what I needed, my father and mother always did their best. The effort to satisfy me.

"The old man doesn't make much contribution to his family. It's not easy for a lifetime to get together. It's a whole life to worry about going safely." Look, it's really "poor parenthood." Let us all respect and love ourselves. Parents, "Let's find some time, find some time, lead the children, often go home to see... bring a smile, bring wishes, accompany the lover, often go home and see..."

I wish all parents in the world can have a happy and healthy life!

Second grade of Hebei Xiaokangzhuang National Primary School: Wu Zifan