Dad, you guys are so stupid 600 words essay

People who scold their parents like this are also smart.

On Sunday morning, I woke up early, Mom and Dad were still asleep, and I thought:

Mom and Dad work so hard, so I'll make a delicious breakfast for them. So I started to do it. I poured the existing jujube soup into the pot, "sprayed" and turned on the gas stove, and after a while, the sweet jujube soup was hot.

I opened the fridge again, took three jugs of milk, heated them, and poured them into glasses. The milky milk and crystal clear glass are particularly attractive. I took out three more small bowls, put fragrant shredded beef, and put three pieces of bread on top, so that the breakfast of Chinese and Western is complete.

I walked up to my parents' door and knocked softly, "Mom and Dad, get up for breakfast!" After a while, Mom and Dad came out of the room and saw a delicious breakfast on the table, and they were surprised and delighted, and praised as they ate

Baby, great work! It's delicious! Our baby daughter has grown up!

Dad said kindly, "Baby, sit down and eat." I nodded, and we enjoyed a delicious breakfast together, and the family was happy.

After breakfast, we fought to wash the dishes, and in the end I won again. I put the dishes and chopsticks together, put them in the sink, turned on the faucet, the water flowed into the bowl "whoosh", I took a clean rag, poured a little dish soap, scrubbed the bowl, and after a while, the bowl was clean and white and shiny like a little fat doll.

I put the "fat dolls" in the cupboard. When my parents saw it, they were very happy and praised me for being a good and capable boy. When I listened, my heart was as sweet as knocking over a honey pot!

People say that my daughter is the intimate little padded jacket of my parents, and I want to make this warm little padded jacket!

In our daily lives, we can't do without the love of our parents all the time. They feed us, they give us clothing, they give us a happy life. However, who would have thought that behind this beautiful life, there is such bitterness hidden by parents.

Although I don't know what other people's parents are doing, I know a lot about my own parents.

My parents were in business, they went out early every day, and they worked in their own shop, both to settle accounts and to do small businesses from time to time, and I knew very well that those small businesses didn't make a lot of money at all, but they still did it, because in their opinion, even a little money for their children was good, so they were always busy. And it's just their attitude towards their work, and their attitude towards me is even more touching. I have found many times that my parents never vent their work troubles on me, but always treat me with a smiling face, and this is how they love me.

Every time, when I was doing my homework, my parents would always be by my side, and even though they were tired during the day, they would never complain to me, but would just encourage me. I was deeply touched by my parents.

Amiable and respectable parents, generation after generation, working hard for the growth of the next generation. I would like to appeal here: "Whether you are a rich second generation or an ordinary child, let us feel the heart of our parents, let us go into the depths of our parents' hearts, feel the bitterness of our parents and their love for ourselves, and let us give back to our parents!"

Daddy, I'm sorry, I used to hate you. Now I just want to hold you and cry and tell you that I used to hate you.

Inscription. Before I was in the fifth or sixth grade of primary school, mathematics was always very poor, and it was also the subject I feared the most. After every exam, no matter whether he made progress or not, Dad would always pull his face and say, "You just don't study, you haven't inherited any genes in mathematics, are you a fool?"

And then they would hit me as they talked. After the fight, I was punished for doing a lot of math problems.

On one math test, I scored 99. I was happy to take the test paper to win the prize, but when I got home, my father did not praise me, but said that I had plagiarized it during the exam, not the real result, and since then, it has been like a gap between me and my father, and there is less communication with my father, except for eating, I have locked myself in my room. I was not only gambling but also trying to prove my strength, and my math scores slowly went up.

After that incident, my opinion of my father changed completely. That afternoon, we were in a Chinese class, and every now and then I saw a familiar face looking at me outside the window. Before the teacher could speak, he heard someone outside say that he was looking for me.

I trotted out of the classroom and saw my father. I said, "Dad!

How did you get here? Dad said anxiously, "Your grandfather passed away last night."

When I heard the news, it was like the sky was falling, because my grandfather has always loved me the most in my heart.

When I returned to my grandfather's house, I didn't see a single tear or grief-stricken look on my father's face, but greeted the guests with a smile. I thought there was some kind of hatred between him and his grandfather, and he was so "happy" when his grandfather died. That night, I went to ask my mother.

Mom told me that there is no grudge between your father and grandpa, and he doesn't hate your grandfather, he is just telling you to be calm and calm. Don't hate your dad so much, he is so strict with you, it's all for your good.

Now that my father is getting older, and I am growing up, I understand my father's hardships, and I also feel guilty and regretful for not understanding my father's actions at the beginning. After a long time, I finally understood fatherly love.

As a child, there were many unforgettable stories, like beautiful seashells on the beach, which are too many to count. Today, I will pick the brightest one for you to admire, so that you can also share my fun.

I was 7 years old. One day, I was shopping with my friends, and in a restaurant, I suddenly saw a chef cooking with tender green bamboo shoots. The bamboo shoots are pointed at the top, a little round at the bottom, and the whole body is turquoise and turquoise.

I thought: Isn't that my favorite fried bamboo shoot? I swallowed hard into my stomach and went home.

When I got home, I discussed it with a few friends and decided to make my own fried bamboo shoots. There is a lot of bamboo in my backyard! I went home and got a knife, a few wires and some spices, and walked towards the bamboo garden.

In the bamboo garden, a little friend cut off a few tender bamboos with a knife, cut off the roots, left the bamboo tips, and washed them. Then tie them to wire and smear them with oil, salt and chili peppers. We picked up some dry bamboo branches and leaves, came to a clearing, and then gave birth to **.

Gradually, the color of the "bamboo shoots" on the wire turned from green to yellow, and there was a "squeak" sound. After a while, a burst of clear looks came to my nose. "Cooked, cooked!

I screamed happily. I couldn't wait to take a "bamboo shoot" and bite it. But as soon as I touched my lips, I was so hot that I screamed.

After waiting for a while, the "bamboo shoots" are cold, and I will take another bite. Huh, why is it so hard? Except for some salty and spicy tastes, the "bamboo shoots" couldn't be bitten, so I had to throw them away.

Later, I told my mom about it. Mom smiled and said, "Silly child, the bamboo shoots are used in the restaurant, and you use tender bamboo .......""Oh my God!

It shouldn't be written like that, and it should be asked not to be written.

I believe that many of my classmates' mothers are very shrewd and orderly, but my mother is the opposite, she is not shrewd, and even has some little confusion.

I have a stupid mom. She doesn't wear makeup or dress up, and her clothes are neat and plain every day. She doesn't have a lot of fashionable and gorgeous clothes in her wardrobe, some are just some plain clothes.

Every time she went shopping, she often forgot to buy some beautiful clothes for herself, but she would always help my dad and me bring back some of our clothes.

I have a stupid mom. She has a very poor memory, and she often doesn't know where she puts her things. Sometimes she still holds scissors and looks for scissors around the house, and even once, she left the key at home and couldn't enter the house by herself.

My dad and I often laughed and cried about it. But it's also strange to say: whenever I forget my things in the **, when I am in a hurry, my mother will be like a trick, and things will "pop up" from her hands.

Mom is such a magician! In life, my mother remembers my and my father's birthdays very much, and always brings us unexpected little surprises. And her own birthday was not taken seriously, if it wasn't for her father's reminder, she would have forgotten it.

I have a stupid mom. I didn't know I was sick, and I was still very strong. One day, my mother had a severe cold and was also suffering from a low-grade fever.

In the morning, I was not afraid of the cold wind outside, and got up early in the morning to prepare breakfast for me. I don't know if my mother's "acting" is too good, or if I'm too careless. I didn't care about ...... all alongIn the end, my mother had a terrible headache, so I had to call my father ** and ask my father to send my mother to the hospital.

At this time, the mother of "Iron King Kong" listened to the doctor's words and rested.

I have a stupid mother, so stupid that she neglects her appearance and dress, and lets her appearance grow old slowly, so stupid that she only lives in a small home in her heart!

I have a stupid mom. Often, I can easily do some math problems, but my mother has to do it for most of the day, and she often asks me for advice, and I turn it in twice and then I get annoyed and say, "You are so stupid"! Mom used to say that her mind was like a 'missing string' when it came to math.

Once, the teacher assigned a very complicated Olympiad problem, I always felt good, I scratched my scalp and used several methods to solve the problem but still couldn't solve it, I was anxious, threw the pen and retreated, "Ask your classmates tomorrow." When I woke up, I saw my mother lying on my desk in a hazy sleepy eye, and I thought, "I can't do it, let alone you?"

In the middle of the night, I turned over and saw that my mother was still concentrating on her research, and she was still babbling something while listing the equations in her hand. I said to my mother, "Don't do it, I'll ask the teacher tomorrow."

Mom said, "It's almost time, you go to sleep first." So I fell asleep again.

The next morning, I woke up to a pile of scratch paper on the table, with dense numbers and formulas written on it, and the top piece of the pile of manuscript paper was neatly written with the solution and the answer, and there was more than one way! I took a closer look, and I succeeded if I insisted on continuing to do the next step that day, but I ......The mother wrote next to the answer: "Son, I finally made it!"

My face was hot, my eyes were blurry, and a mathematically "stupid" mother was trying to figure out ...... under the lampBut I retreated and became a deserter; A mother who always claims to be a "poor" eye in mathematics has just gnawed down on the problem, and how much hard work and strong perseverance her mother should have condensed on the thick manuscript paper!

A phrase that my mother used to say rings in my ears; "If there is nothing difficult in the world, I am afraid of those who have a heart! "I'm proud to have such a "stupid" mom!

I have a stupid mom. Why do you say she's "stupid"? Listen to me slowly!

In fact, my mother is not very stupid, and the "stupid" I am talking about is not the kind of "stupid" with a very low IQ, but ......It's a kind of "stupidity" that I can't tell.

"Stupid" example 1: One day, I got sick and suddenly passed out at school. When my mother heard this, she hurried to the school, and halfway through, my mother tripped over a stone, her feet were scratched, and blood flowed out.

But my mother completely ignored herself, and still limped desperately to run to school. When I arrived at school, I saw my mother's bleeding foot (I was already awake by then) and my nose was sore, tears welled up in my eyes, and I cried and said to my mother, "Mom, why are you so stupid!"

I don't know how to wipe the blood! “

"Stupid" case 2: During the winter vacation, I went to the Children's Palace to learn calligraphy. When I finally got home to go home, God actually cried "wow", I was really angry!

Hey, I had to wait for my mother to pick me up at the Children's Palace! After waiting for a long time, finally, I saw a familiar figure, ah! It's Mom!

Mom, she's coming to pick me up! When it got closer, I noticed that my mother's leather shoes were soaked in water, and she kept stamping her feet while asking me with concern, "How is it, is it cold?"

I shook my head gently. Mom's "stupidity" once again brought tears to my eyes.

There are many similar things, and it is not until today that I understand that my mother's "stupid: it's love!"

Mom, I have a lot of things I want to say to you, but I haven't had a chance to say them, so this time I'll spit it out in my composition! For many years I was afraid to cross the street alone, so people laughed at me. It was a time when I was learning taekwondo, and that time, you led me across the street and was seen by a big brother, who laughed at me and said, "

I'm stupid, and I don't dare to cross the street when I'm so old. Later, when there is no car on the road, you rush to it. When the others heard this, they also came up and said:

So you're so childish. "I was ashamed of myself, and my face was red as if it were on fire. At this time, the coach came over and comforted me and said

Child, it doesn't matter, go home and tell your mother not to lead you across the street in the future. Since then, I've always wanted to cross the street on my own, and you just don't agree. Mom, I hope you can understand me.