Growing up, you are really good to write a subtitle essay on your father

The June sun passes silently through the clouds and into the blazing embrace of summer. It is soaked in the fragrance of the earth and mixed with the smell of gardenias......In the eternal memory, the smile of the dandelion is still rippling in the blue sky, and the growth of this way, because of you, will always be full of sunny smiles.

Little by little, it condenses into an ocean of love; Every word and deed deduces the chapter of growth. This ocean is turbulent with fatherly love; This chapter. The composition is warm. Dad, it's good to have you on the way to growth!

At the age of 7, I was about to enter primary school, and although it was September, the sun was still scorching outside. I was crying and saying that I wouldn't go to school, and you yelled, "Go to school!"

I hid in my mother's arms in fear. "Why are you so fierce with children? He just stared at me sternly, and his eyes made me tremble, but I had to obediently walk up to him.

He put a small schoolbag on my back, and a pair of warm hands held me tightly, and we walked to the school together, and along the way, he said to me, "You, you have to learn to face difficulties......."I just nodded in understanding.

When I was 10 years old, I couldn't help but feel a chill rise in my heart as I watched my parents pick up their school bags and hold their hands. I was on duty in the classroom, and by the time I put down my broom, it was already a little dark. As I trotted home, walking down a quiet path, I was inevitably scared.

When I was almost home, I vaguely saw a figure wandering down the stairs, it was Dad! He seemed to see me, too, and went upstairs as if nothing had happened. Why would he rather wait at the door than come and pick me up?

When I got home, I was aggrieved and complained, "Why didn't you come and pick me up?" "People who are so big, don't you want to learn to be self-reliant?

Birds can only learn to fly when they leave their mother's arms......Dad's tone was steady and firm. My furious heart gradually subsided ......

At the age of 13, I walked home proudly with two perfect marks and one 97-point paper. Dad just nodded slightly, and then, like a gourmand who can't hold half a grain of sand in his eyes, he can always pick out the flaws in things. "This paper can get 100, right?

He stared at me, and I avoided his gaze, and my heart was also very unhappy: if other people's children were to be tested like this, parents would not know how to be happy! He seemed to see through my thoughts, "I'm also very happy that you did this exam, but you can be better, standing on the credit book and being complacent will only make you stop."

It dawned on me, I closed my eyes and took a deep breath, got rid of my impetuousness, and resolved not to make any more low-level mistakes in the next exam.

Editor's note: The years are merciless, thank my dad for giving me joy on my growth path, it's good to have him by my side!

He was not good-looking, with gray hair due to fatigue at work, and a big bulging belly, but he left a deep impression on my upbringing.

He was my father, and sometimes he beat me up in anger, and sometimes he laughed and talked to me. When my mom was away, he always filled my heart with sunshine.

On the autumn morning, the autumn breeze was blowing, and our father and son came to the bridge in Qinglinwan Park and started fishing. I flicked my homemade rod hard, and the hook slammed into the water, and I heard a "plop" and the hook fell into the water. I saw the rod swinging gently, so I lifted the rod, and it turned out to be ridiculous, the bait was nowhere to go, and there was no fish on the hook.

At this time, there was a burst of laughter in my ears, and it turned out that while I was fishing, my father had been watching me quietly from behind with wide eyes. Dad joked that I was a "" who couldn't even catch a fish. But I was not convinced

If you have the ability to catch a fish for me, you won't be able to catch it. So Dad strode around in a circle, went under the bridge, and took out his private treasure, the net. I asked with wide eyes and surprise

This thing can catch fish too? But Dad didn't ignore it, and when he caught it casually, he really caught a big fish. I wonder if this is a fish den?

I only heard my father tell me that this is indeed a fish den. I was listening to it when my feet slipped and I fell into the river. When it was too late, my father grabbed me, lifted me hard, and slipped me ashore, looking at me wet, we looked at each other and laughed.

My dad was also a very good at composition and math, and he always taught me, and I studied hard every time.

The years are merciless, but I still want to be grateful, thank my dad for giving me joy on my growth path, and it's good to have him by my side!

Haishu Foreign Chinese School Lin Ziyang.

Very well written, descriptive language. My movements are described, vivid. It is good to have you on the road to growth.