Excerpt from my father s article within 700 words, thank you 20

Updated on culture 2024-04-08
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  1. Anonymous users2024-02-07

    My father shook his head at me. Because I quarreled with my mother again, it was like two big trumpets placed next to him and they were arguing and shouting, and he could not persuade him as much as he could, and at last I became angry with him, so he went away disappointed, and sat down to think about how much he had done to his father without ...... many unintentional things

    Size 42 cloth shoes, perennial wide shorts, short sleeves that are white and hard by soap bubbles, with a dark **, like a tumbler, standing at the school gate, behind the back of his hands, looking up at the sky, full of an uncle with the image of a cute uncle, that is my dad, I don't know how to describe my father......Since elementary school, I have written stories about my father, and there seem to be footprints of my father in every corner of my memory. Strange? Anyway, girls generally prefer their mothers, but seriously, I like my fathers more now.

    My father has played countless roles in my years. When he secretly took money when he was a child, he was a strict father; When you untie the knot, you are friends; Take me to workout, it's a coach; Teach me life, be a teacher; Leaving footprints in my journey is a father...... I must be grateful for

    In fact, my father did a lot for me in silence. When he was in elementary school, he would accompany me to do his homework when he came home, sacrificing his rest time; No matter how tired I am at night, I will wait for me to go back to my room to sleep after I have played hard; Late every night, he would sneak into my room to catch mosquitoes for me; I always force myself to get up at 6 o'clock every morning to prepare for me; Every day silently, watching my growth, caring for me, and giving a lot for me.

    Now, I slowly realize that my father is old. When I came back every Friday night, I saw my father changing ......It seems to be shorter, it seems to be more tired, and it seems that it has been pushing itself.

    My father was the most unfortunate of all. At home, he has a worrisome wife like a child, and a me, who is both headstrong and immature. Outside, he's going to earn money to feed us.

    Every time my father received his salary, there was no surplus left over for our living expenses. He was like an old bird trapped in a cage, trapped by the two women beside him for time and money, and there was no hope of escaping from me and my mother. ...... all the timeHe lived a hard life......

    I am ashamed of my father. Not only have I been spending his years and money without return, but now I have unintentionally hurt his ...... again and againI don't know how to express my apologies because I'm not used to showing my feelings.

    I am grateful to my father. He was the greatest person in my life, and he and my mother were the people I cherished the most. Already, don't want to hurt them anymore.

    It's time for me to grow up, albeit a little late. Beat me to work hard from now on, little by little, to make my father relaxed, no longer tired, no longer worried.

    Although I couldn't say "I love you" to my father, I would still make him feel my gratitude to him in other ways, and my ...... reciprocation

    Thank you, Father.

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