Three hundred words in the diary of the days with my father

Days with Daddy.

Today, when I came home from school, my father had already returned to Beijing.

Looking back on the days with my dad, I was happy and sad at the same time.

Dad drew a lot of pictures at home. I watched my dad draw next to him, and he drew very realistically. Dad said that if I was interested, I would paint with him, and in the future, I would carry a small oil painting box, and Dad would carry a big oil painting box and go to nature to paint.

Dad knew that I liked puppies very much, so he promised me to buy me a puppy born in winter, and also to buy food, clothes, and a villa for the puppy. Dad told me that there are two benefits to having a dog: first, when the puppy comes, there will be more members in our family, so that our family will be more lively; Second, the puppy is the captain of our family's security guard, and it will keep us safe.

Listening to my father, I think the puppy is cuter.

Usually, when the weather is nice, I go to play badminton and roller skating with my father. Sometimes I even wore roller skates to compete with my dad, and I caught him several times! Before Dad left, we made an agreement that Dad would come back on March 16 (lunar calendar) because it was Dad's birthday.

I'm sure Dad will come back on his birthday, because Dad is a man of his word.

After school this afternoon, I quickly finished my homework and happily rode my bike to the park with my dad. As soon as I arrived at the park, I saw a lot of elderly people and children exercising excitedly on the fitness equipment. My dad and I couldn't wait to run to the gym equipment to work out.

After a while, it was dark, and we were tired and sweaty, so we reluctantly left the park and went home.

My dad was away from home for a long time for work, and I was so happy to be able to go to the park with my dad and feel like the happiest kid in the world. I wish I could have this kind of playtime every day.

Recently I did some little research at home, you know? My investigation revealed some small changes in my home.

I found that my mother had become old, and every day she had to buy groceries, cook, do laundry, take care of business, and help me in my studies. I looked at the photo album, and there was a world of difference between the mother in the previous ** and the current one, the mother in the ** was more beautiful than a movie star, and her face was full of smiles. It's so young and full of energy.

Now, my mother is old, but I'm sensible. On Women's Day, I folded a lot of paper cranes to my mother, and I saw tears shining in my mother's eyes.

I noticed that my father's hair was a little gray, and in addition to picking me up from school every week, he also had to compete for some business in the market. The hair that used to be black and thick was grayish and white from exhaustion. And what I didn't expect was:

On Father's Day, I wrote a greeting card to my dad and gave it to him. Dad looked at me with a relieved gaze and kept saying:"Thank you, thank you!

A small greeting card made my father so happy, and my heart felt like I had knocked over a five-flavor bottle.

Year after year, I grew up unconsciously, and for my parents, year after year, I am afraid that I can only say that I am slowly getting old. When I grow an inch, my parents get older. Suffice it to say, my parents' dedication to me is too great to put into words.

That's what I found. I also found that I was unknowingly sensible, and I was about to graduate from elementary school, and now I just want to say to my father and mother"Your hard work has not been in vain, and now I am at the top of the temple of knowledge, don't worry!

Mom and Dad. Daughter will always love you, always, always, ......

My dad and I have many similarities and differences. Let's "appreciate" the similarities between me and my father! My dad and I both had small, bright eyes, and more importantly, we both had straight noses and slightly upturned mouths.

Once, when my father and I were walking together, a neighbor came across from me, and he was like Christopher Columbus discovering the New World: "You father and son look alike, with ...... eyes, nose, and mouth."Even walking is the same, as if carved out of a mold! Dad listened and smiled:

Really? I haven't noticed it yet. My dad and I are not only similar in appearance and movements, but also in personality.

Once, when I was playing on the computer in the dark, suddenly the computer screen turned off, I turned my head and looked, ah! Dad's serious face appeared in front of me, and I was so frightened that I didn't dare to come out. Dad said sternly

Turn off the computer and go to memorize ancient poems immediately! My personality is the same, I'm usually very easy-going, but if someone messes with me, I'll impulsively settle accounts with him. I remember one time, several of our classmates were playing badminton, and when it was my turn to play, one of my classmates did not follow the rules and occupied the court and did not walk away.

When I saw him so unreasonable, I was very angry in my heart, yelled at him, glared at him angrily, and put on a posture of "the brave wins when we meet on a narrow road". Seeing this, he obediently gave me the racket and gave me the court to play. There are similarities and many differences, such as dressing.

Dad likes to wear a black jacket in the spring and a black shirt ......in the summerI like to wear black all year round. But I'm different, I like to "change color".I like to wear red, yellow, beige, and black.

Our hobbies are also different. Dad likes to read, read newspapers, and listen to the Internet. As for me, I like to play soccer and computer games.

Of course, there are many differences between our father and son, so I won't talk about them anymore. You say, am my dad and I the same or different?

Write less of your essays. Okay, okay? Too much to write. If you do this again, I'll complain about you!

Be accompanied by your parents.

Growing up, I have always lived with my parents, who have made me deeply feel the warmth and absence of family affection.

Private. There are a few things in particular that make me remember them vividly.

I remember one sunny and sunny afternoon, I finished my homework and went to the neighborhood to ride my favorite, red and white.

I accidentally hit a rock and fell to the ground with the bike, but fortunately I used my hands to prop up my head.

I didn't fall it. At this point, the bike also looked very "nasty", and pressed against my leg, I pushed the bike away and stood.

Get up. Suddenly, a sharp pain "came" from the knee, and I opened the leg of my trousers to see that it was a broken knee.

A large piece of skin, blood flowed out of the wound, I was in great pain, and I jumped home with that uninjured leg, and my mother saw me suffer.

Hurt, a look of unease appeared on her face. At this point, the tears in my eyes rolled down as if they had broken a thread. Mommy took me.

I got on the sofa, brought disinfectant and gauze, and helped me bandage my wound, while my mother said to me, "Don't cry, you're old, you have to look like a man." So I held back my tears,......My mom changed my dressing every day, and after a few weeks, my wound was scarred, but my wound still has a scar. Every time I see a scar, I think of my mother's careful care.

My dad was very smart, he always asked him questions I didn't understand, and he always solved them. I remember one time, I was doing Chinese extracurricular reading exercises, and I came across a short essay about a lady's priceless bracelet being stolen by thieves.

Gone, but the thief was caught by the security guard as he fled, and the security guard grabbed him to return the lady's bracelet, and the lady saw it.

The thief was just a young man with a face full of fear and remorse, so he said to the security guard: "He is not a thief, the bracelet is mine."

Given to him. After the security guard left, the lady said to the grateful thief, "I saved you because your future is better than this."

A bracelet is more valuable. The question is: What idiom does this short essay say? I couldn't figure it out even after racking my brains, so I went and please.

After teaching his father, he said, "It is Ide who complains." Yes, it is most appropriate to use the phrase "to complain with virtue", which is the completion of this short article.

I will never forget it, and I am very grateful to my father.

I can't live without my parents. The days when you are accompanied by your parents are the happiest.