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I found one from the Internet and saw if I could use it.

Ordinary is a kind of greatness - inscription.

My father was an ordinary and great man. He is of medium height, often wears a sweatshirt, the hair on his forehead is in the shape of a distinctive "V", and there is always a kind smile on his kind face. He was a selfish, petty, calculating father.

Just last week, my amiable father got angry and even used "domestic violence" against me, accusing me and reprimanding me. Just because I went out to play and didn't come back on time. That day, I was completely broken down by the reprimand, so I went to the park for an afternoon under the banner of "running away from home".

From then on, there was a gap between our hearts, and it wasn't until my birthday that this barrier was completely dissolved.

It was my birthday, but my parents didn't mention it, and I thought they had forgotten my birthday, and I was depressed all morning. Just at 3 p.m., the format took a turn. I was watching TV in the house, and suddenly someone rang the doorbell, and I looked through the cat's eye, and it was a stranger in green overalls.

When I opened the door, I saw the man with a cake in his left hand and a bouquet of flowers in his hand, saying that someone had given me a birthday present. I thought to myself, who would be so attentive to not only remember my birthday, but also send me gifts. It must be my mother, I immediately called ** to ask my mother who was at work.

It's strange, in **, my mother vetoed it, and she didn't admit that the gift was given by it anyway. I also thought that my father sent it, but I thought that my father was so careless and so cold to me, so I immediately vetoed him.

In the evening, the situation took a turn for the worse when I stumbled upon a red heart-shaped piece of paper with the words "Happy birthday to you, son, your father" in the middle of the flowers. Seeing this, my eyes moistened, and my father, who was so "careless", remembered my birthday and sent me gifts.

Dad, I am here to sincerely apologize to you, I'm sorry I was wrong, please forgive me for being rebellious and willful. You have taken time out of your busy schedule to accompany me; You have given up all entertainment to educate me, to nurture me; You care for me with your selfless love. You are an ordinary person, but you are great.

Father's love is as strict as a mountain, but father's love is also as gentle as water. -Postscript.

People often say that a father's love is like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not completely as severe as a mountain, but sometimes as gentle as water.

Whenever the winter is cold and windy and snowy, I can't help but think of when I was a child, my father would always pick me up and drop me from school, especially in winter.

On the way out of school, the cold wind swept through the cotton clothes, and the snowflakes fell on my face and hands.

Dad looked at me and didn't say anything, but quickened his pace and walked in front of me, silently shielding me from the cold wind and the heavy snow. A warm current spread throughout my body, thawing my cold nerves.

Although my father is very thin, my father in the wind and snow is like a tall giant, extremely powerful, which makes my heart feel very down-to-earth and ...... satisfactionWhen I got home, my dad and I always smiled.

Now that I'm getting older, I rarely hide behind my dad in the winter, but sometimes I beg him to stand in front of me and cover me, which is really beautiful and ......beautiful

This midterm exam was really bad and bad, 120 points for the math paper, and I only got 87 points, which is not true! How I wish it wasn't true, but unfortunately it was, and when the math curls came down, my heart was extremely sad, but I didn't cry, but my eyes quietly moistened.

I walked home dejectedly, and when I got home, my head was not raised. I am willing to tell my father about my studies, because my father understands me better than my mother in learning, and the education method is more appropriate, so this time I still explain the situation of this exam to my father as always.

I stood in front of my dad like a wood and squeaked, "Dad......."This exam ......I choked up and didn't know what to say. But my father said to me with kind eyes: "Bad grades......I couldn't hold back the tears rolling in my eyes......

It's okay, as long as you are willing to work hard, you will definitely be able to pass the exam next time, and I believe my daughter will be able to. "

Although my father's words were short, they lightened the burden on my heart a lot. I should reflect on myself, I put away my tears and smiled at my dad. When I went to bed at night, my father's words lingered in my mind and accompanied me into ...... sleep

Dad's visible and intangible love is deeply seared in my heart. Mom and Dad have given me everything, we can't thank them in words, we can only prove it with actions and express it with our hearts.

Daddy's love is not a kind of cowardice like grandma, not sweet and nagging like mom, his love is obscure, invisible like air, invisible, but essential.

When I was a child, I wrote "My Mother", "My Brother" and "My Teacher", but I never wrote "My Dad". Today I will write a supplementary article "My Dad".

I've always wanted to write about my dad. But I just don't know where to start. Because he cared so much for me.

Because I am in a foreign country, I miss it more and more when it comes to the holidays. Dad looks serious and serious on the surface. However, his heart is delicate.

I remember when I was still in school in Yangzhou, I came home once. Dad wasn't home. I went to the kitchen and saw a lot of dishes that I liked to eat, so I asked my mother

You bought it? Mom said that it was Dad who went to buy it at 6 o'clock in the morning. Actually, at that moment, I was really happy.

Every time I go home, although he doesn't talk to me too much, I know that he hurts me from the bottom of his heart.

When I was a child, my father was very strict, and I remember that I liked to see him laugh the most. As soon as he smiled, I thought I wouldn't be scolded all day. Even, when my dad is watching TV, I will be happy when he laughs.

Although I was often scolded when I was a child, I am grateful to him now. If it weren't for Dad's discipline at the time. I don't know what has become of me yet.

Actually, since I was a child, I spent most of my time with my father. He often drove me around. At that time, I was only 4-5 years old. My brother was often jealous of me.

There are many, many dads who love me. I remember it all very well.

Also, my dad was handsome when he was younger! Mom used to say that.

Well, let's not talk about it. Today is Father's Day, I wish all fathers in the world a long and healthy life, happiness and happiness!

Do you need a language class representative to help you? (Write father again).

From childhood to adulthood, in so many years, I don't know how many times I wrote my father, but every time I wrote, in addition to making it up, I would only hold on to the fourth or fifth grade, when my father got off work every day, regardless of his hungry stomach and his busy things, he would always accompany me to practice without complaint and never hesitate. And for the father, it seems that there is really nothing to write about. Maybe yes, my father always sat silently, often with a cheap dry tobacco in his mouth, and rarely communicated with us, so naturally he had much less material than his mother, who was always nagging.

In my eyes, my father has always been the most uneducated person in the family. Although my father almost had a college diploma, at that time, no matter how much he had a diploma, he didn't have much education, so now it is sometimes difficult for him to solve some of the problems we do. Despite this, my father always tried his best to solve some of my learning problems for me.

My father always "clicked" when eating, not only did he look ugly, but his voice also sounded disgusting, and he knocked down the bowl with chopsticks from time to time - a peasant-like look! I kept complaining to him, but my father didn't say anything, but went into another room without saying a word, closed the door, and continued to eat and carry on.

Because I think my father is uneducated, I rarely talk to him, even if I call him to buy something, I just hang up after explaining. Noodle Hall was indifferent, but my father never complained, and still bought me the best things according to my request.

When I asked my father to do something very serious, he always liked to laugh silly, and he didn't know what was funny. However, I hated him very much, and often left half of the sentence in a huff and walked away, leaving my father to sit there alone and ......Even if.