Write an 800 word essay on the topic of careful .

I have a careful dad at home, and he is very careful in everything he does.

Today, in order to finish the math homework assigned by my father and go down to the activity, I sped up the speed, and after finishing it in three strokes, I said, "Dad, I'll go down and play!" "Dad said

Wait a minute, you can only play if you get one question wrong or if you are good," I had to wait patiently for those four words to come out of my father's mouth - approved! Two minutes passed, and Dad was still carefully checking the second question, and I looked at it so that I could not go down to the activity until tomorrow morning, and Dad read a question over and over again, and checked the question repeatedly, yes, and then I was willing to give up.

After half an hour, suddenly, Dad said: "Hey, it's a pity, it would be nice if you were careful, I almost passed the review, I got two questions wrong, you see that the order of operation of this question is wrong, and this question, the other questions can't be said in a simple way, just look at this question, the title of people clearly says that you can use a simple method to calculate, this question can be used, but why do you have to use such a complex method to calculate?" Hurry up and revise each question 6 times!

That's it, my plan to go down and play has come to naught, hey!

This is our attentive father.

In the past, whenever I saw a cleaner picking up garbage on the side of the road, I would always pinch my nose and go around him. But through that incident, I was impressed with him. It was a cloudy summer, and in an instant, the rain of beans fell from the sky like pearls with broken threads.

Since I didn't have rain gear, I had to run towards home. On the way, I saw the old man who had lived more than 70 years to sweep the road in spring and autumn. There was never a smile on his bronzed face.

Maybe it's taking responsibility for your work! He didn't grab the rain gear, so he braved the rain to chase the plastic bag that was blown away by the wind. I just stared blankly at him from the side of the road.

The wind stopped, and he bent down with difficulty to grab the plastic bag. The wind seemed to be teasing him, and blew the bag up again. The old man tapped his hand on his back again, stood up with difficulty, and grabbed the scraped bag again.

It was raining harder, and I didn't know if I was shedding tears or rain. The old man was still desperately trying to grab the naughty plastic bag. Maybe the wind moved it, and it stopped.

He was soaking wet, and he was struggling to make his way to the pavilion, and he looked even older. Several times he almost fell. Exhausted, he finally fainted to the ground, and the plastic bag flew into the sky.

I quickly ran over and picked up the old man. The rain fell heavier, and my tears flowed again. It was on that rainy day that the old man was gone.

But, it was on that rainy day that I understood him. Whenever I walked on that part of the road, I always seemed to see the figure of the old man, and every time, I ran to ...... with tears in my eyes