Composition "Father's Back"

I just want to tell my father that I really love him.

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Dad stared at my 55.5 test paper for a while, then turned and left. Everything is fine. I thought he would be furious. I can watch him leave again. At that moment, I found that he was much older, his back was not as straight as before, and the height of 1.82 meters no longer made me feel towering. His original good figure also has a "beer belly". At that moment, my heart suddenly felt so stuffy and breathless. Something called guilt was roaring and surging, like an endless surging river. I slumped in my chair, and everything around me drifted away, disappeared, disappeared. ...

In my memory before I was 6 years old, not many belonged to my father, because when I was young, he always went abroad for business trips three times, sometimes for days, sometimes for weeks, sometimes for months or even a year or two. At that time, I was extremely dependent on my mother. Maybe at that time, she was the only one for me. I remember many nights when I kept pestering her to tell me stories. My mother told the story in a feminine tone and gentle voice, and I fell asleep. Maybe I didn't realize it so many years ago, but in retrospect, my mother missed my father very much-because those wonderful stories belonged to him.

When I was six, my father came back. Although I don't have much impression of him, maybe only a vague outline, I fell in love with him at the airport that afternoon.

I couldn't help crying and ran to give him a silent hug. This inexplicable action excited my father-after all, he didn't think that I was still close to his father, and his father didn't see him often-maybe this is why blood is thicker than water. However, the reunion is short-lived. Six months later, he went to Australia.

Another year passed and my father came back. Since then, we have never been apart. At that time, we still lived in an old house on Linping Road, with only two rooms, a corridor and a bathroom, but this constituted our warm home. But at that time, I was in poor health and had problems: bronchitis, tracheitis, pneumonia and asthma. For two years, I have a fever, a cold and a cough, and I have an injection and a drip. Those days were chaotic, confused and at a loss, just mechanically repeating various actions of taking medicine and infusion bottles. Nevertheless, I still clearly remember that every time I went to the hospital, my father carried me behind my back. Generous shoulders, my tall and straight figure as a haven at that time, gave me a sense of security and was a figure worthy of relying on and trusting. At that time, I still stubbornly believed that I would always be warm as long as I put my arms around my father's neck, and I would always be safe as long as I could see his back.

After two years of baptism of traditional Chinese medicine and western medicine, my illness finally recovered. At that time, I was in Grade Two, and we entered my present home as usual. I was ill as soon as my father came back, so he resigned to take care of me. After his recovery, he began to invest. Maybe he didn't realize that the real trouble had just begun.

There is no doubt that I like playing, and sometimes I am crazy. I was mistaken for a quiet girl because of my illness, and I began to expose my true colors: broken glass was left by a fight.

It's very late, but the numbers that are still playing wildly bear witness to all this. Getting good grades doesn't mean you can do whatever you want. The teacher began to ignore me, and my father left a sentence after knowing everything: "Think about what you are doing? ! "A seemingly ordinary sentence means that he understands and I understand-this is a calm but dangerous warning. It seems that because of this sentence, I grew up a little, I learned to master the sense of proportion, and I found everything that should belong to me again. But who knows, I have already branded a picture in my mind: the back of my father who left after that sentence seems stiff and full of anger, and I can feel him flinching. It's a volcano that can erupt anytime and anywhere, because the magma inside seems to have been boiling for a long time. Beneath the angry appearance, there is deep helplessness and endless sighs.

My father hugged me tightly, as if I were preparing for the entrance exam for the fifth grade. That year, I made up all the lessons I had left behind: three years of Olympics and five years of ancient poetry. At that time, what supported me to study day and night was a father's words: "After four years of relaxation, you should study hard!" Then he left, his back in the sun actually has a sacred glory, which is a kind of trust and confidence in me. He has dreams and hopes for his daughter's future, and he has the hope of winning. I was moved by that back and started my real learning journey.

Father is back.

Vicky Zhang

Donghai county taolin high school

Every time I finish my homework and stand by the window, my father's sweaty figure will appear in front of me. ...

After I was admitted to the high school in the town, my parents made everyone laugh with joy. The night before school started, my father quietly said to my mother, "I won't take the bus tomorrow." I'll take a shortcut with a tricycle to send Crystal to report for duty. Save three dollars and buy a bottle of ink. " I am listening outside the door, my nose is sour: Dad, for the future of your child, you get up early, scrimp and save, and your heart is broken!

After breakfast the next day, my father put my bedclothes on the tricycle pedal, wiped his mouth and said with mirth, "Jinger, get on the bus." Dad will send you. "

In midsummer, geothermal, windy and hot, the sun is more like a pot of fire, red and bright, making people sweat all over. Dad pedaled hard on the rugged mountain road, and his face was burned red, like a red-hot iron. "Dad, hat." I quickly put a straw hat on him. "I don't have to, you wear it! Scholars, when their brains are exposed, will become stupid and will not get good grades. " He held the faucet in his hand, turned around and put the straw hat on my head. I wore a straw hat and looked at my father's sweaty back. A past event came into my mind:

It was the summer vacation of the second grade. The weather is very hot and the air is very dry. Many people the same age as dad enjoy the cool in the shade. Dad is a restless man. After wandering around the house yard for a long time, I couldn't find a job. I rubbed my hands and said to my mother, "I'm going up the mountain to collect some herbs." I'm going to high school and I have to save some money. " As soon as I heard this, I said, "Dad, I'll go with you." He looked me up and down: "I have grown up and seen a lot." So the father and son trudged on the winding mountain road with medicine baskets on their backs. When I reached the steep cliff, I was panting and sweating. Dad looked up at the steep mountain wall, looked down at me tired, and said solemnly, "I'll go up and have a look myself." You pick in this ravine and don't go up. Remember, don't go up! "His words are very strong and there is no room for discussion. I know that accidents often happen when climbing. Dad was afraid of one thousand, so he left me under the cliff. My eyes blurred when I watched him climb hard and sweat. ...

"Take a break and have a meal." Dad's words interrupted my memory, and the car had stopped beside a pile of jagged red stones. He took the boiled egg out of the old yellow canvas bag, knocked on the stone, peeled the shell and handed it to me. "Eat quickly, don't be hungry." Then he gave me a bottle of mineral water. While wiping his sweat, he walked to the stone pond and secretly sent coarse corn bread to his mouth, his cheeks bulging. After eating, I picked up the water in the stone pond, drank it with a splash, and then stood up with satisfaction. Looking at his back bent down too early because of hard work, my eyes filled with tears.

The school has finally arrived. Dad took my luggage down and rummaged it for a long time before he found a crumpled stack of RMB: "I'll give you 80 yuan first, so save the flowers." Then I stuffed all the boiled eggs into my bag. I cried: "Dad, I will go home to see you and mom on Sunday." Dad nodded, and then quickly shook his head: "Come back on holiday. It's a long way and it costs money to go back and forth. Study hard at school, read more books ... don't miss home, do you hear? " I choked up and couldn't speak, just nodded hard. In the misty eyes, I saw my father's eyes moist, but he held back, bowed his head and buttoned my coat, dragging it back and forth: "I have work to do, so I won't send you in." Take care in the future. If anything happens, just bring a message back. "

The sun is shining in the afternoon and the ground is dizzy. Dad left in the heat on a tricycle. I stood on a high place, looking at his back, clothes sticking to his back, sweating like rain. My nose is sour and tears can't stop flowing down. ...