Urgent! In my first year of junior high school, I asked for a narrative essay of more than 600 words

I don't know how to write this essay, so I looked it up on the Internet, but you don't know either, I'm really depressed!

My father.

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.

My father was a man of culture and high moral character, and although he was not as wealthy as other parents, he did nothing for me worse than other children, or even better than them.

When I talk about my father, I can't help but cry. He is usually very busy with work, but in any case, he insists on greeting me about study and life every day, and as long as I have problems with my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to tutor me. From school to the present, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher conference, he once said:

No matter how busy I am, my children will always come first to me."

Every weekend, I went to my father's place of work. Sometimes, when I arrived, I saw him at work, and I couldn't bear to disturb him, so I watched from the sidelines, looking at my father, who was getting older, and there was a trace of gray hair on his temples, and I couldn't help crying again. Watching that body get thinner and thinner day by day, my heart was extremely painful.

I remembered how my father had been subjected back then.

And my love for my father is more important than my love for my mother. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible. He is a good teacher for me in my studies and a good friend for me in life.

If I did something wrong, his first reaction was not to hit or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I did wrong, he would find out the problem from himself and then educate me. He was very strict with me because he was very strict with me.

But I don't hate him, because my father is concerned about me and is afraid that I will go the wrong way.

I am proud of my father. He is very image-oriented in life. So he was very neatly dressed. He once said, "A person's image represents a person's qualities".

More than a dozen spring and autumn seasons have passed, and my love for my father has deepened. I also know that there is no one in my life who can replace him in my life.

Father, don't worry, I will live up to your expectations. When I grew up, I still remember the way home.

Hope this essay can be good for you!!

Father's love is hidden in our lives, the father's words, looks, backs. can reflect his love for us!

I believe that many people have had the experience of writing essays, and they are no strangers to composition, especially as a commonly used style of narrative, narrative is a stylistic form that expresses a certain center by describing people, time and objects, and writing scenes. How do we go about writing this type of essay? The following is my collection of my dad's junior high school narratives, I hope it can help you.

Daddy is like a cat. It's a reputation my dad earned over the years of his (kind of exaggerated) college career. On the ** of Shantou University, my father is called "Shantou Cat".

Daddy looks like a cat. Small eyes, coupled with the fact that my father often rubs his nose violently when he has nothing to do, that action is like a cat going out to forage, quite a bit of cunning and cunning.

Daddy is as lazy as a noble Persian cat. Mom said that the trilogy after he came home was - read the newspaper, eat, and go to bed. Almost every night after dinner, when my mother and grandmother had finished their work and sat down to watch TV, and I was forced to go into my room to do my homework, my father would take off his glasses, yawn and tilt himself on the longest and most comfortable sofa in my house, and then began to leisurely meet with Zhou.

Every morning, my dad is always the last to get up, and when I sit in the classroom with sleepy eyes and read early, my dad is still "uniting the quilt and pressing the bed"! Therefore, my father's life has become my yearning for "far away in the sky, close in front of me".

Daddy is as quirky as a cat. As I said earlier, Dad always goes to bed after dinner, but when it's my turn to go to bed (it's almost 11 o'clock), Dad starts to get active. Blue cover.

In the notebook are the business cards of the snack bars, and my dad takes turns taking care of their takeaway turnover every night. What a night owl! That's why I usually see disposable lunch boxes in the trash can when I wake up in the morning, and it also explains why my dad's belly is fat.

I was depressed when I thought that my parents were eating while watching TV while I was sleeping!

I was obsessed with Garfield some time ago. In one scene, the owner holds Garfield and asks, "You tear the curtains and destroy the furniture, but why do I still like you so much?"

Garfield said, "No, because I'm a cat." "I guess that's why the grumpy mom never reproaches the dad for being lazy and eccentric.