Gold medal character description composition

1. The gold medal composition of primary school students is: My mother. This article is about my mother's maiden. My mother's mother is not diligent and is engaged in cleaning. I am so tired that I am sweating all over. I quickly said to my mother, "Have a rest. My face turned red, but I said, "Let's talk about it when I'm finished. I will finish cleaning the room. My father sent me to my mother's house to do housework. My father always wanted to know the number of questions. I went to bed early and woke up to find that my mother had cleaned the room with a piece of paper full of formulas. I pulled it to my side and explained the problem to me. /kloc-I didn't finish my homework at 0/2. My mother accompanied me and looked at me. Fatigue makes my mother's silver hair more and more. Even if my mother is tired and accompanies me to finish my homework, I will always put it in front of me intentionally after I finish my homework. Suppose I am tired. Let's go to bed after dinner. My mother will look at my bed before going to bed. Mother's sacred role is to nurture me, educate me and make me beautiful. I hope to pin my life on my mother. You are so great. You give me life, educate me and make me happy. Thank you for your mother's kindness and generosity. My mother's grandson takes care of me. My mother

Speaking of my mother, she is like a candy, with ups and downs. Sweet mom smiles brightly every time she sees it and asks me. Cold makes me put on my clothes, while heat makes us take an umbrella.

Mom, I locked myself up like I ate sweet candy. I'm angry with my mother and argue with me. My mother's prime minister persuaded me to do something when I finished. I thought: My mother will be more sour. I think I just ate a sour candy. My bitter mother is really bitter. She woke me up early and asked me to eat and do housework at night.

My mother didn't rest at night, just like eating a bitter candy. It is more bitter than my mother's. I change my education repeatedly when I am hot. My mother hit me. I know it will hurt my health and my mother. I like spicy candy and tears.

I can't forget my mother's greatness.

2. Gold medal composition is an unforgettable thing for me. 600 unforgettable things for me.

Some things are in my mind, just like the smoke from the kitchen stove, and they disperse lightly, while some things always have a faint brilliance and warmth that infect me.

I remember that it rained heavily that day, as if to flood the whole city, and the traffic in the city was in a state of extreme congestion. I go home from school and wait for my mother to get off work. But after waiting for a while, it was getting dark and my mother still didn't come back. At this time, my mood is like ants on hot bricks, anxious. Usually, my mother is very busy at work and always comes home late. Today should be no exception. I still wait and wait patiently.

The hour hand has pointed to eight o'clock, and I look at the door from time to time. Suddenly the telephone rang. I picked up the receiver and heard my mother's anxious voice. My mother said, "There are still several children who didn't come to pick me up because of the traffic jam. Please wait for me at home for a while. Don't worry! " After listening to my mother's words, although I was a little unhappy, I comforted my mother and said, "Mom, don't worry, I will take care of myself."

After a long time, the concert has already started. My mother called several times, and my mood always changed from happy to lost. Wait and wait, then the hour hand has pointed to ten o'clock sharp. I'm hungry and a little scared. I thought to myself: other people's children are really happy, with their mothers, and I am alone at home, and my heart is inevitably a little lost. But on second thought, my mother can't take care of me for more people. I should understand my mother! Suddenly I heard familiar footsteps at the entrance of the building, so I quickly opened the door to meet my mother. My mother said guiltily, "The last child just came back, so she came back late. Are you hungry? " Mom will cook for you. "I smiled and said," Mom, I have grown up, don't worry about me, just have a rest! " "Say that finish, my mother and I went to the kitchen and bumped into each other. My mother and I burst out laughing!

There are many unforgettable things in our memory, just like countless stars and leaves in the sky. Among the countless stars, one is the brightest and most beautiful, and it is also my most unforgettable one.

It was a sunny noon, and I was at home alone, thinking about how to play this boring time. Why don't you study? I want to sleep without reading. I finished my homework early, so I walked around the house. At this time, I saw some clothes and a "trick" slowly appeared in my mind. So I did it. I took the clothes to the toilet, took them out of the basin and put them in the basin, thinking about the steps my mother washed. I went into the basin to soak all my clothes in water, put on washing powder for more than ten minutes, and then began to wash them. I wiped the dirty place hard and finally finished washing it after a long time. I found a hanger and began to dry clothes. After drying, I found that the clothes were full of bubbles. At this moment, I suddenly realized that I forgot to wash my clothes. I'm too tired to wash it. Thinking that my father said that I couldn't give up halfway, I put down my clothes and washed them once, twice and three times. Finally, I washed them. After drying, I looked at my clothes, as if to say thank you for washing me so clean. Then he gave me a big smile. At this time, I was so tired that my back ached. I am ashamed to think of the housework my mother did. My mother has done too much for my family. Now I understand. I will definitely help my mother do some housework at home so that she is not tired.

Soon after, my parents came back and saw my laundry. They told me that my family learned red lead and helped my mother with housework.

4. Gold medal composition (narrative) "Good rain knows the season, and it happens in spring. Dive into the spring with the wind. Sneak into the night with the wind and moisten things silently. " It's raining, and the air is filled with the fragrance of earth. With the turning of the calendar, a brand-new spring has arrived, everything is revived, and spring returns to the earth. Spring, like a sentimental girl, gives love to the earth, crops and fields. Although spring came too late this year, she is still so beautiful, which still makes me yearn for and feel the breath of spring.

In the early morning, I was walking in the park, and a group of swallows were soaring in the sky, as if to convey the message of spring to people. The children are frolicking on the new green grass. I don't know when the kite also flew into the sky. Some are like centipedes, some are like geese, some are like butterflies, and sometimes several kites are intertwined. It's really beautiful. I find spring at my feet and spring in the sky.

In the garden, the grass sneaked out of the soil and stretched itself. Willow also put on new clothes early, and Toona sinensis tree can't wait to sprout new buds, as if releasing the energy that has bred a winter and eating delicious scrambled eggs made of Toona sinensis buds. Ah, spring has come to my dining table.

In the street, the girls put on beautiful dresses, and several students who were afraid of heat simply put on short-sleeved shirts. A breeze blew and I couldn't help smelling the flowers. Ah, Miss Chun came to the street.

Spring is always with us, giving people meticulous warmth. Perhaps, after spring, I will miss her tenderness, her cuteness and her playfulness. "A year's plan lies in spring", and spring is beautiful. We should cherish the wonderful time in spring, study hard and work hard. "No pains, no gains", if we sow the seeds of diligence, autumn will certainly reap the joy of success.

In spring, I want to hold you tight, because I still have a lot of whispers to tell you. . .. break into other people's houses by force.

5. Give an example of the gold medal composition of Bing Xin Literature Award! 1980 10 June10, I (not me) went to Beijing Hospital to visit Bing Xin.

The old man lives in Room 204 on the second floor of the North. Professor Wu Wenzao, Light Dance and Chen Shu are all in the ward. The old man was lying in bed, motionless, pale, thin hands and unable to speak. I hardly dared to recognize her after two months' absence.

After returning from Japan in mid-April, the old man suffered from cerebral thrombosis and lay in bed with hemiplegia. He was finally cured, but he was slow to move and had difficulty walking. The old man was strong and practiced walking, but because he was in a hurry, he accidentally fell and broke his thigh. He had an operation to connect the bones with steel nails. The doctor said/kloc-recovered in 0/0 weeks.

The old man lies in bed all day, unable to take care of himself and worried. The old man asked, "How are our writers' associations recently? "I talk a lot and am very busy.

The old man said, "I heard that you came back from Japan and wrote seven or eight articles. Everyone wrote it except me.

Ba Jin also wrote a lot when he came back, and sent it in Hong Kong. "I said," I remember reading your article "Glorious Hongqiao", which is about a monk in Jian Zhen.

What is important now is to recuperate, and don't think about writing articles. I've been wanting to see you for a long time, but when I saw a photo of Mr. Jing Shangjing visiting your home in the Japanese-Chinese cultural exchange newspaper, you were in good spirits and thought you were well. "

The old man said, "It was fine at that time, but who would have thought it would fall off again." Sighed and said, "My house is small and broken. I didn't want to invite foreign friends, but they insisted on coming to see it. No way, just come. "

Later, the comrades who accompanied them said that they were surprised that your family was so small. In fact, it is so small. What can we do? "I have been to the old man's house many times. It is a unit room in the school dormitory. It looks like three rooms, but the area is very small.

I said, "Your desk is very small, like a double desk for students. When I first saw that small table, I was both surprised and moved.

It is on this small table that you wrote an article that will be told all over the world. "The old man said," that's someone else's kitchen table. My room is too small for a big table, so I bought this small table to write on.

I said, "Your small table and house are more valuable than that barren mansion." The old man said with a wry smile, "Nothing. I can give you an article in the future. "

Article: "Love is a beautiful angel. It doesn't need to be hidden or forgotten. Lift the veil of shyness, brush off the dust and let it shine as it should! " -Bing Xinxu held her breath for a long time and stared at the gentle and beautiful old man in the picture book. I really don't know how to write to express my inner awe and admiration for her. She is so broad, she praises the truth, goodness and beauty of the world with a hundred years of life, and shines people's hearts with infinite literary thoughts; She is like a messenger of love, bringing light and beauty to mankind, driving away darkness and ugliness at the same time, comforting the frustrated and inspiring ideals and beliefs for the confused.

I am probably the smallest of the stars she shines, and bid farewell to the days of walking alone in the dark, warm and happy. I want to share this passionate joy in my heart, so that more people who are still looking for loneliness can find their soul.

But can I? How can I interpret a literary woman writer as sacred and noble as the goddess of the moon with such a weak and tender body? And Bing Xin's profound ideological realm is beyond the reach of a shallow person like me? But after careful consideration, I finally decided to put pen to paper. I just wanted to carve such a touch for my short life in the traceless years, so that the bell of love would keep echoing in my heart. Bing Xin in my eyes grew up in a happy family. Her simple and carefree childhood cultivated her character of truth, goodness and beauty, which also formed a delicate and sincere philosophy of love in her later literary creation.

In the troubled period of the Chinese nation, different from the resolute hatred of other young artists at that time, Bing Xin saved people's suffering hearts with her unique language of love and awakened the people of China who were living in pain and despair. At the same time, this massive revolutionary movement also pushed her to the literary world, making her a famous female writer at home and abroad. A series of "problem novels" reflecting the social phenomenon at that time, such as Two Families, Going to the Country, and You Are Lonely, Helpless and Down and Out, made Bing Xin, who was under 20 years old, show great literary talent. The next collection of poems "Stars in Spring Water" made this talented woman writer find an oasis of creation, and her elegant and seamless style caused great repercussions in the literary world.

Not only that, when she was studying abroad, she also wrote the later famous "Send a little scholar" and "Send a little scholar again", which nurtured the hearts of generations of children and supported the hope of mankind. Bing Xin, who is good at praising maternal love and childlike innocence, is not weak. In the difficult period of political threats and persecution, she still adhered to the awe-inspiring spirit of justice and wrote her love and hate for the society at that time with her heart. Bing Xin's gentle and honest personality is like a rose that she has always loved. She said, "I love roses because they have hard thorns, and the rich fragrance can't cover up their unique character."

Growing up in the cradle of new China, I can't fully understand the strong feelings aroused by Bing Xin in the old society, but I was deeply infected by this tolerant and loving great woman. In my eyes, she is a smart, kind, sensible and clever little girl, a quick-thinking and gentle female college student, a middle-aged woman with a good reputation but gentle and reserved, and a happy grandmother whose children and grandchildren are still tireless in teaching and educating people. However, compared with her rich life experience, I am more amazed at her delicate and sensitive inner world. Fate created her keen and rich emotional tentacles, which made her feel the beauty of natural life, and also made her suffer from compassion that ordinary people could not perceive. The subtle changes of everything in the world can greatly touch her sensitive nerves, sometimes positive and optimistic, and sometimes sentimental.

How can I not like her? When I entered Bing Xin's literary world, I felt as if I was attached to the magical and gorgeous nature, so real and close. Every subtle emotion, every vivid story, is her world and my world. I regret that I missed the coincidence with this kind old man's thoughts in the first twenty years of my life. However, I am lucky because I can put it behind me.

6. Help me find an excellent character description article "Dream of Red Mansions" Wang Xifeng: I didn't say a word, and someone in the backyard laughed and said, "I came late and didn't meet a guest from afar!" Daiyu said, "These people are holding their breath. They are so respectful and strict. Who are these people who have such rude birthdays? " Just thinking about it, I saw a group of daughters-in-law and maids coming in through the back door. Dressed differently from other girls, this person is embroidered with colorful embroidery, and looks like a fairy princess: she wears a bun embroidered with golden silk and eight treasures on her head, a beaded hairpin on the five phoenix in Chaoyang, a red gold plate around her neck, and a bean green uterine sash on her skirt.

A strange little girl

She has a bottle of China red nail polish, very bright and pure red, and has forgotten who gave it to her.

She doesn't wear it often. But at that time, she should obviously be very keen on the healthy bright colors of red Huang Zhi, just like every child has a naive and lovely past.

She won't leave her nails. Short nails make her fingers look short and ugly. She doesn't care. Still stubbornly wearing a ring. That's it. All the time.

She remembered that the man said. The thumb and forefinger can be semicircular. And the two semicircles of two people together are a ring. That's perfect love.

Yes Two people holding hands, it is a sky. But ... honey, do you think she understood too late ... too late.

Dad sometimes drives her for a ride. That was the only time she was alive.

I took my father's car keys early, opened the car door and sat in the passenger seat, fastened my seat belt and played music.

In fact, at that time, dad had just started watching the 7: 00 news.

Oh, by the way, dear, dad has the same good habits as you, and mom is more concerned about the future weather forecast. She and her mother have something in common.

After listening to music in the car for a while, she began to get drunk. The faint perfume in the car is her infatuation. Hmm. Dad has it, too, mixed with the smell of tobacco, which is especially delicious.

So she is especially attached to her father's hug and good night kiss. She always feels that there is a small shadow on her forehead that only she can see. Because it is the trace of love.

Dad should always remind her not to fall asleep while driving. And she is always sluggish because of sleepiness. Rub your eyes slowly and then get sleepy again.

The car drove all the way through the Denghe River. Tall poplars on both sides of the road stared at the strange little girl with all kinds of emotional eyes. When you smile, the dimples on your face will not reveal the secret of your dreams.

Dad put his arm around her neck when she got off the bus. Dad's stubble accidentally touched her face, so she touched her face with her little hand to beat the sudden itching.

She only experienced this seemingly short journey from lively to quiet. No one knows what this strange little girl's dream is like.

Did grandpa buy her a big bed made of candied haws and marshmallows?

Is there a warm and powerful hand holding her little hand to the island full of roses and wild roses on the other side?

Did she really make the prince fall in love with the little mermaid? They met before dawn and fell in love.

Is it true that there will be no end until the ring is counted? ...

7. Reward 30 points. Whenever I have a Chinese class, which familiar figure will emerge in front of my eyes. She is short, round-faced, wears a pair of eyes and always likes to wear long skirts. She is my sixth grade Chinese teacher. In fact, when we don't talk about study, we are like good friends. Her most common expression is "narrowing her eyes and bending her mouth". Students are willing to communicate with her. Although my Chinese teacher is very serious in class, she sometimes adjusts the classroom atmosphere appropriately so that we can blend in with the text. On one occasion, perhaps we were in a bad state, perhaps because the afternoon content was too boring and no one could concentrate on the class, so the atmosphere was not warm. Suddenly, a little bee flew in through the window. It buzzes up and down. After a while, I circled over my classmates and attracted everyone's attention. I was very worried and thought, "This is bad, we will definitely be scolded." Who knows, the result is beyond my expectation. Not only did she not criticize us, but she also said humorously, "Look, my speeches are so wonderful that even bees like to listen to them, not to mention you?" The students burst out laughing and relaxed ... in this way, the class finally came alive. She is very kind and humorous. I will always remember this familiar figure. I know many people, but she is the most familiar. She looks like a boy. She likes to have short hair, but occasionally she has long hair.

She likes to enjoy stamps alone, and it takes more than an hour to sit down and enjoy the beautiful scenery of nature. She likes to sit quietly in front of the computer and write beautiful articles with her heart. She likes ... if she looks like a boy, she has to start with her hobbies.

She likes ball, football and basketball. What impressed her most was the basketball game. Physical education class that free activities, she picked up the basketball, looking for classmates to play together, four against four, boys against girls, and so on. Girls can't beat boys. All the girls gave up the game except her. At this time, she gritted her teeth and rushed to the basketball. This time, I was an old hand, and one was in the top two, and the score soon caught up. The boys were surprised, so the girls got up again.

She is best at computers and once won the second prize in the primary school computer competition, which makes her most proud. She doesn't dress up as often as a girl. She never wants to put greasy things on her face, and she doesn't like looking in the mirror. She thinks it's a waste of time. She likes to dress very tightly and doesn't want to show her arms and legs. She always covers her tightly.

She likes mountain climbing, outing and melting her body and mind into nature. She likes flying kites and looking for childhood fun ... she is keen on helping others. When a classmate asks her a question, she will patiently explain it to you until you understand. What impressed me the most was that cloudy day. Everyone was anxious to go home after school that day, but she enthusiastically helped a classmate until she knew it. At this time, it was raining cats and dogs, and she went home in the rain.

She is her, the boy among girls, the girl I know best. I dragged my tired body down from Bath and walked home along the sidewalk.

When I came to the door of the elevator, I slammed the elevator button, hoping that the elevator would come down early, but I waited for a long time and didn't see the elevator coming down. The original elevator didn't work again, so I climbed to the tenth floor with a full stomach. I kept cooing as I climbed. Pushing open the door, I found my sister sitting in the guest room. There were twenty or thirty pieces of paper on the table, and scraps of paper were scattered all over the floor.

As soon as she saw me come in, she picked up a piece of paper and showed it to me with a big smile: "Sister, sister, do you think my lion is cut like it?" I really want to tell her not to shout. I'm not in the mood to play with her, but when I look closely, the paper is full of letters and formulas. What a beautiful face! See again, "ah! You are going to die! " I shouted: "You take my math as a career to cut paper!" " "Last night, I stayed up all night, finished 20 math problems and forgot to put them away. My sister thought it was waste paper and used it to cut all kinds of animals! I am already full of passion. Before my eyes, I saw that my heart and blood had turned into a pile of waste paper, adding fuel to the fire. My sister called me, knowing that something was wrong, and I escaped by luck. I was so angry that I lost my mind and chased my sister, so they chased each other in the guest room.

Finally, my sister ran to the door, opened the door and prepared to run away. Just then, I grabbed her in one hand, pulled into the door, and slammed the door. Unexpectedly, my sister suddenly cried miserably. I looked intently, but no, my sister's finger was caught in the door. I opened the door at once, at a loss.

Just then, my mother came back. She immediately took her sister to a medical student and left me alone in the house.

That's when I woke up. I really didn't expect that I would be so rude to my sister who loves me so much. Where is my love? What if Sister Guo's finger is broken because of this? I regret it. I hope nothing will happen to my sister. After a long time, my mother and sister finally came back. The doctor gave her an injection to relieve the pain and took an X-ray. Now the problem is not big.

I want to apologize to my sister, but she seems to have forgotten what happened and complained to me, "Sister, the injection hurts!" " "Well sister is ok, but I will feel guilty for a lifetime. It was a midsummer night. I went downstairs for a walk and met my former good friend Wu Wenbin.

We haven't seen each other for a long time, and we had a good chat as soon as we met. Chatting, he suddenly asked me; "Mao Mao, how many push-ups can you do?" I shook my head and said, "I don't know."

He fell to the ground before I finished.

8. Excellent composition of character description. Hello! Hello, everyone, my name is ``````````, and I'm now studying in grade five at Bukou Primary School in gaomi city Development Zone.

I have a Zhang Yuanyuan face, black eyes and short hair. I am 12 years old this year. I'm not young, am I But I can't shake off the childishness on my face.

My hobby is reading. Speaking of reading, I have a little story! That day, I saw one of my classmates buy a book, The Wandering of a Bitter Son. I have longed for this book for a long time, but my father never agreed to my request. I have a strong self-esteem, and I have hardly asked others since I was a child. This time, I crustily skin of head and had to borrow it from him. Who knows, he said yes, but to exchange animal books with him, I had to give him the book and ask him for the book The Story of a Wanderer.

My weakness is that I love Jin Doudou. Well, don't laugh, it's my hobby, too! My pet is dead, cry! Be bullied by classmates and cry! Don't do well in the exam, cry! When I read a book and saw a touching place, my nose was sour and two rows of "big pearls" fell. However, I am not embarrassed at all. The ancients said, "Laugh when you should, and cry when you should. There is no need to hide it. "

If I say I don't love, it's exercise. Physical education results are naturally not good. In the third grade, the softball was thrown to an altitude of four or five meters, and the score was no more than 70 points. But this shortcoming will be corrected in the future.

I like not only crying and laughing, but also reading and paper cutting, and making friends. Would you like to make friends with me?

9. I wrote an essay by a famous person in my hometown and won the 1 prize. One morning fifty years ago, a middle-aged man took one last look at his hometown where he had lived for half his life and set foot on the road to leave his hometown.

That man is my grandfather. That day, he got up early in order to see his familiar hometown again.

He doesn't like wandering, but he made an exception and turned around the ancient town of Sui 'an. Touch the broken city wall with those weather-beaten hands, and set foot on the street paved with bluestone with those feet accustomed to mountain roads.

He really wants to seal everything in front of him in his mind, even a crack in the wall, even a bird in the sky, even the old pagoda tree with a crooked neck at the gate ... everything that used to be unremarkable is so important to him now. Grandpa left after all. He immigrated to Jiande and settled there.

Through hard work, life at home has gradually improved. The face of the old town of Sui 'an always haunts my grandfather's mind.

Every evening, after dinner, grandpa always sits on the threshold in the sunset, looks at the direction of the old city of Sui 'an and turns out the dusty old city of Sui 'an in the deep memory. He seemed to have returned to his hometown. He saw those ancient buildings and pedestrians rushing by on the road paved with bluestones. He smelled all kinds of snacks in shops on both sides of the road and heard the shouts of vendors.

Whenever he thinks about it, he laughs. But when he realizes that everything around him is no longer the scenery of his hometown, he often shows a sad expression.

He really hopes that one day, he can go back to his hometown and see the changes in his hometown. However, he finally failed to achieve it.

My father and I fulfilled our last wish on behalf of my grandfather and returned to Chun 'an. At that time, Chun 'an was not what my grandfather described.

There are no low and old tile houses here, instead, there are rows of buildings; There are no vendors selling by the roadside, but lively and prosperous markets; There is no human wheelbarrow, but beautiful cars and motorcycles ... It turns out that the ancient Sui 'an has been sleeping under Qiandao Lake, and the young Qiandao Lake town, Chun 'an County bred by it, is striding towards us. A lake is crystal clear, with several heavy green hills, 20-and 30-storey high-rise buildings towering into the sky, cars flowing on wide roads, and spacious supermarket goods ... speedboats gallop on the lake. Father also said with emotion. This year, in Tomb-Sweeping Day, my father and I took a photo of the Thousand Island Lake Chronicle Monument and the new tourist pier, and brought this embodiment of beauty to grandpa's grave.

When the breeze blows, I seem to see my grandfather smiling for the prosperity of the motherland like a wanderer from Chunsui County, Qian Qian ... Yu Ruiyang, the second grade junior high school in Qiandao Lake, Chun 'an County, Zhejiang Province.

10. I have a strict father. He has a dark round face, thick black eyebrows and big eyes, and always pulls a face.

Today, last week's math exam was finished. I got 98 points, ranking first in my class. I'm so happy. On the way home, I was humming a ditty and skipping, thinking: Dad will definitely praise me and give me some rewards!

When I got home, I found my father was happy today, too. He put his hands behind his back, closed his eyes, shook his head and walked around the room. It turns out that my aunt is coming back from Beijing today.

I happily took out the paper from my schoolbag, held it high, waved it in the air, strode to my father and proudly said, "I won the first place in my class, didn't I?" After that, I handed the paper to my father. See dad stare big eyes, scanning the paper. Suddenly, my father found that I had missed the question, and immediately: "sunny" turned "cloudy", my face was covered with "dark clouds", my brow was frowning, and my eyes were like swords. My father pointed at me and asked sharply, "How could I miss the question?" Otherwise, it is 100! "I lowered my head and dared not say anything. Tears swirled in my eyes. My whole body is nervous, my mind is blank, and I feel that a storm is coming.

I said hesitantly, "I ... because ...". Dad's face is even uglier, and his eyebrows stand in an inverted figure of eight, as if two swords were inserted in his face. My heart is pounding like a rabbit, and my heart seems to jump out of my throat. "Stop it, you really shouldn't! That's careless. Can't you be more careful? Ah? " Dad went on to say, "If you go on like this, you will suffer big losses in the future!" " "Dad asked me never to make such a mistake again.

I'm ashamed. My face turned red. I think my father is right. I will never be careless again. I think: Dad is very strict with me, but he is actually very kind to me. I shouldn't make excuses.