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My father was not good at words, so that when I was a child, I felt that he didn't love us, and even felt that I was not his own, and I was a girl, and if I didn't obey, my father would beat me. It is often said that my daughter is my father's intimate little padded jacket, but I always feel that my father and I must be enemies in our last life, otherwise how could my father hate me so much, he won't chat with me, and he won't play with me!

Dad is a migrant worker, almost not at home all a year, working on a construction site, so, when I was a child, I didn't have any impression of my father, I just felt that the Chinese New Year was approaching, my father came home, and he stayed at home for more than half a month, and my brother and I hardly said a word a day with him, I always felt that my father was very cold to both of us, and when we ate, he would also serve it out to eat. Later, I heard my mother say that it was because my father knew that we were afraid of him, and he was worried that he would eat in the kitchen, and we were afraid, so we would go out to eat every time, but we didn't know at the time, we just thought that my father didn't like us.

As he grew up, his father was getting older, but his relationship was still not close. Until one time, he happened to work in the city where I was studying at university, and my mother repeatedly asked me to go to the construction site to see him, but I had to agree. It was the first time I saw my father working outside, my father, who was not strong himself, was bent over by the cement he was carrying, and I felt that he might fall down at any time.

Dad was surprised to see me, and then smiled happily and said, "I'll take you to something delicious later." It was the first time I had dinner with my dad, and we talked a lot that day, and my dad said that it wasn't that he didn't love me and my brother, but he didn't know how to express it, and every time he came home and saw me and my brother looking at him like he was looking at a stranger, and he was even more overwhelmed and didn't know how to get along with us. After that day, my relationship with my father became much closer!

Dad, you have held up the whole world for us outside, you are our world and Mom's world, hard work!

<> father is more tactful and silent than motherly love. Father's love is like a mountain, it is our solid backing, and there are many kinds of father's love like a mountain. Some fathers are resolute and strict with their children; Some fathers are idols of their children and can solve anything; Some fathers are silent and can't express themselves.

My father is an old-fashioned person who pays attention to three obedience and four virtues, but he is a little childish, and from time to time he fiddles with his mobile phone and asks me how to get this and that. He won't say how much he loves me, he will just do everything for me silently.

I grew up living with my mother, and my father went out to work and only came back once a year, so I was never very close to my father and would not take the initiative to chat with him. I used to like to talk back to my father, because my mother was very kind to me and didn't care about me, and my father was always verbose: you have to study hard, otherwise in the future,,, when I grow up, I will start to understand my father slowly.

I don't eat the greens, he will cook them for me separately from the stems; When I came home from school, he would come back to pick me up no matter how busy I was; When I was sick, even if it was late, he would carry me to the doctor; Even if I him off again, he would continue to drive me to school the next day. Once he fainted due to overwork and heat stroke, and went to the hospital in the middle of the night before returning, and I felt worried about him for the first time. He is reluctant to buy his own clothes, but he is always willing to buy this and that for me.

Our relationship has never been as close as my mother, and sometimes I am even a little afraid of him, and I don't have much to say to him when I hit **, I don't know if he will be sad because I don't want to talk to him.

Father is the most important person in our lives and our solid backing forever. It was only when I grew up that I slowly understood the importance of a father, began to understand his hardships, and began to understand what kind of person he was.

I called my dad last night, he may have gone out to socialize and got drunk again, and my dad has a habit of getting drunk, he likes to be clingy, and he chatters non-stop, like a coquettish old child. I was chatting with him, saying something inconsequential, and he suddenly said in a very aggrieved voice: Girl, I miss you.

I was stunned, and hurriedly found a reason to hang up**, and the moment I put down the phone, my heart suddenly twitched, and it hurt.

I didn't go home again after I came back from the winter vacation, and he jokingly said that he made a countdown watch again, but this time it was not a countdown to the college entrance examination but a countdown to go home. I could only smile helplessly after hearing this, I understood what my father meant, he wanted me to go home, I wanted to see the two babies, although five hundred kilometers, five hours by car, it is really not far. It's just that I frightened him with red and swollen eyes every time he parted.

It's better to miss each other than to see each other, maybe that's what I said.

He is not a "traditional" father, he does not have the seriousness that a father should have, and the way we get along with each other is a bit like friends, and we can play and tease unscrupulously. I know he has been working hard to create a better living environment for us.

I still remember when I was in high school, my father insisted on picking me up and my sister to and from school, sending us to morning self-study before dawn, and picking us up at 10 o'clock in the evening for evening self-study. In the bitterly cold winter, he wore two down jackets and waited in the car for more than three hours, just to occupy a parking space closer to the school, so that we could walk less and go home early. On a hot and irritable summer day, with mosquitoes raging, the temperature in the car can be saunaed, and Dad sits at the school gate with a stool and a fan, just so that we can see him at first sight after school.

During the recess of a night of self-study in the summer, I went to the supermarket with my classmates to buy something, and when I passed by the school gate, I saw my father sitting alone under the street lamp not far from the school gate, the dim light stretched his shadow for a long time, I stood there quietly to look at him, and did not come forward to say hello to you, my eyes gradually became blurred, and suddenly I understood my father's efforts, he did all this just to create a better learning environment for me, and he himself hot and cold or tired did not matter.

<> Meow's dad is not only a good father in my heart, but also a good teacher, and a good friend.

Dad is a person who respects his children very much. I've always been glad that Meow's dad is very sensible and has never oppressed his children as a father. He respects every choice I make.

When I was in fifth grade, I was admitted to one of the best classes at one of the best schools in our town. The whole family was happy for me, and whenever my relatives and friends praised me, my father and my mother were very modest but their faces were full of pride. I went to that class for half a month, and I began to be unbearable, there were many classes, a lot of homework, and I had to study at night every night, and the teacher was still very fierce.

I prefer a liberal education, and I can't stand the oppressive education. One night, I talked to my dad, and I said I didn't want to go to that class, and then I told my dad about my thoughts. My dad didn't say anything at the time, but told me to think again, and if I still didn't want to study in that class, I would come back to her.

You must know that the class is a school that many students want to enter, but I want to enter and quit. In the end, I insisted on my idea, and my mother was angry for several days, but my father not only agreed to let me leave the class, but also helped me comfort my mother. In fact, this phenomenon is not common in my family, because every decision, as long as it is my own idea, my father will support me unconditionally.

Although I am a girl, he has always raised me as a boy, making his own decisions and taking responsibility for himself. In the long road of life, he taught me to be independent, to be strong, and to treat others with gratitude. Unlike other father-daughter relationships, I will tell him whatever is on my mind, whether it is a life problem or an emotional problem.

There are basically no secrets between us. Thank you, Meow Dad, the man who loves me in the world.

Everyone has a father. It is often said that children are close to their mothers. In China, many fathers don't know how to show their feelings.

In fact, I still love my children very much. For children, not saying it doesn't mean they don't know. Fathers are different in everyone's hearts.

My family is in the countryside, and my dad is the kind of person who is very traditional and doesn't express his feelings. When I was a child, I felt that my father was superman, as if he could do anything. Whatever the request, he can meet it.

You can put me on your shoulder, you can pick me up and fly. Very powerful, almost omnipotent. Later, when I had a younger brother and sister in the family, I felt that he didn't seem to pay attention to me, and my attention shifted to them.

I want to resist, but I don't know how to do it. And just like that, I grew up. This has always been a stalk in my heart, and I feel that as others say, if you have a small one, you forget the big one.

But that changed in my junior year of high school. I didn't know why, I suddenly didn't want to go to school! Because my dad hasn't taken care of me in years.

I resisted violently, refusing his various methods and requests, he was very angry but he didn't hit me, he was actually very easy to beat me when he was a child. He was very disappointed. He felt, as if, something was wrong with my education.

The atmosphere in our house was very low. Then one day, I noticed that he seemed to be getting old. His back used to be so straight, why is it bent now, why is his hair gray so quickly, isn't he very tall, how has he become shorter.

Later, I realized that I had grown so big. Then I went to school, and I felt that I shouldn't be, and I couldn't live up to his hard work anymore.

Although he is old, I am gradually understanding more. But I think he's still so omnipotent, he can do anything. His image is still very tall, in my heart.

My father is a Chinese teacher, the writing is very good, I heard the people in the village say that my father took the exam at that time, it was the first place in the township, and the scenery was very beautiful.

When I was a child, my family lived in the countryside, and my father worked in the county, so I should say that he didn't take care of me too much, and my father was more introverted, introverted, and didn't like to talk, so he communicated even less.

My father was in a government unit, he was a very positional person, and he was not very good at flattery, so he did not become a particularly big leader later. Because he doesn't pour tea and water for the leader, he can't flatter and tact, and he has been straight all his life, in fact, sometimes it still makes people feel quite uncomfortable.

My father, love to read, write, the brush writing is still very good, read a lot of books, so the knowledge is very wide, so that my sister and I have also inherited good genes, since childhood our Chinese grades are still good, especially composition, sometimes by the teacher as a model to read, etc., or quite proud.

Later, after my dad took a back seat, he felt much more cheerful and talked a lot. Later, I also liked cycling, and my father's physical strength was still very good. I remember once from the city where I live now, Qinhuangdao actually rode to Dalian, a total of more than 600 kilometers.

During this period, I also went to a lot of museums, memorial halls, and the hometowns of some celebrities, and then took a boat from Dalian to Shandong, and then rode all the way west from Shandong to Hebei, my hometown Handan. The trip will take about two weeks. As a young man, I have to admire my father, although he is the only one on the journey, our family is still a little worried, but he is happy, and his mood is different after coming back, and he still supports him to ride, otherwise life after retirement is quite boring.

I like such a dad with perseverance and joy in life.