My father is very strong in my eyes. I had a high fever and pneumonia when I was one and a half years old. My parents sent me to the hospital anxiously. When I was in hospital for an injection, the doctor accidentally used the wrong amount, which made my hearing lose forever. Hearing this, my father was in great pain and almost froze. But later, my father stood beside me and my mother and smiled to comfort her. My mother once asked my father curiously, "Why are you so strong?" But our son is still our son. If our parents are not strong, how can our son face the reality when he grows up ... "The mother was moved to tears. From then on, my father loved me more and tried his best to make me happy and grow up happily. When I was sick, my father always took good care of me.
Last summer, my mother and I were seriously ill, and my father gave up his job for us. My father is worried about everything inside and outside our home, and running to the hospital has almost become my father's daily life. Father's mental burden is heavy and his body is overdrawn, but he didn't step down and always faced us with a strong smile. This year, father went to work. Every day, he has to go to the door to copy the gas, check the figures when he goes home, and go to many buildings every day. Sometimes, he has to help me with my homework at night. I also complained about my father. Once I couldn't do a math problem, and it happened that my father couldn't figure it out. I said angrily to my father, "You are so stupid." My father patiently said to me, "you don't listen carefully in class, and you can't understand it when you go home." You seem very reasonable. You should sum up what the problem is. " Hearing this, I blushed a little, so I don't blame my father for being so rude.
My father works too hard. He is working hard for our whole family. Dad is so great. Dad and his son will love you forever. In my eyes, my father is like a two-faced father, sometimes grumpy and expressionless, and sometimes amiable and reasonable. From when I was a child to when I am sensible now, the advantages of my father often outweigh the disadvantages. Because my father's family was very poor when he was a child, he only graduated from junior high school, and his education level was not high, so my father could only tell me some enlightenment from his study, life or growth, and there were not many, always one or two words: honesty and trustworthiness. It really makes me impatient. But when I grew up, I realized how important those "disgusting" words were to me.
Now, I still remember that night that meant a lot to me. That night, my father came to pick me up from school and was about to go to school for a small parent-teacher conference. After the meeting, dad looked preoccupied. When he got home, he took a bath, took a thick dictionary and sat at the computer desk, not knowing what he was doing. I looked at my father from above and put a question mark in my heart. Later I learned that my father was studying. At this time, I have a few more question marks in my heart. Why does dad want to study? What's his purpose? Will he go to the game? ..... Curiosity is getting stronger and stronger, I want to ask my father, but I'm afraid my father is in a bad mood, so I shivered a few times when he shouted a few words. At that time, I was fed up. I took a deep breath and walked slowly to my father until I met his chair. At this moment, I asked hesitantly, "Dad, are you ... are you ... studying?" ? Why do you ... why do you ... why do you study? "I finally had said, relieved. But, will dad answer me? Then, before I could think about it, my father said, "I want to study hard so that I can teach you." Otherwise, who will teach you if you encounter problems in the future? " Dad said in a soft voice, but he was a little tired. At this time, my little heart somehow felt a hot spring flowing in my heart and flowing into my eyes. At this moment, I can't help saying, "Dad, you are the best dad. You have taught me every question, and I won't have any more questions. " Dad smiled. He gently stroked the back of my head, then turned around and went on studying.
It was on this night that I realized my real father. He is a great father in my eyes now. I'm really proud of having such a father.
My father is 80 years old. Four years ago, he could wear reading glasses to do carpentry. Two years ago, he planned to make his own "big cotton-padded jacket" for life. Because it was heavy and difficult to handle, he was at a loss after several attempts. But he still refused to be idle, still working in a few acres of land and feeding an old sow. My father feeds pigs three times a day to clean the pigsty and never lets his family get involved. He is as attentive and meticulous as raising our brother and sister.
My father is an ordinary man. When I read the biography of Li Ruihuan, former chairman of China People's Political Consultative Conference, I remembered my father's life experience. My father and Chairman Li are not only of the same age, but also have very similar experiences in the first half of their lives: in the old society, when the family was poor and couldn't afford to go to school, they picked up a private carpentry shop in the city as an apprentice. After liberation, their father was fortunate to be a worker in a construction company in Xuchang, and Chairman Li became a construction worker in Shijiazhuang. In the early days of the People's Republic of China, everything should be done, and the state focused on building large buildings. At that time, there was a shortage of talents in the construction industry, and the state proposed that small cities support the construction of big cities. In this context, my father was transferred to Luoyang Construction Company on 1954. At this time, my father was young, energetic and technologically advanced, actively participated in literacy classes to learn culture, and soon became the technical backbone and labor model of the company. However, when he joined the party, he could not write an application for joining the party; When the leader promoted him, he was not confident that he had no culture. 1959 the company wanted to transfer a group of technical backbones to Beijing, and all of them passed the political examination and physical examination. He thinks his newspaper can't stand it and he can't get there. His father refused something good that others couldn't get. 1962 three years of natural disasters, the national economy was in trouble, and a large number of people from all walks of life were laid off. This time, my father was very active. Under the company's farewell, my father wore red flowers and returned to his hometown to farm with a certificate in his hand. One tiny difference is thousands of miles away. However, Chairman Li has great ambitions. He moved from Shijiazhuang to Tianjin, and then transferred to Beijing Construction Company, striding all the way to the glory of life and the peak of his career step by step.
My father was integrated into city life in his early years, especially in the company. Those newly assigned college students became brothers with their father's master, but soon they were transferred to technical or administrative jobs one by one. My father envied these educated people. Because of my father's worship of intellectuals, I was named "scholar", which was the name my father saw in an ancient drama. Obviously, my father is eager for me to become a scholar to make up for his shortcomings in life. At that time, rural children went to school late, but when I was 6 years old, my father sent me to school, making my primary school, junior high school and senior high school the youngest in my class. When I was a child, I was introverted and sick. I always cry and don't go to school. My father is always harsh and abusive. My mother protected me and made me cry. She sent me to school in tears. In the evening, my father patiently accompanied me to do my homework and tutored me with some inaccurate knowledge he learned in the literacy class. My senior high school is an era when "reading is useless" prevails. I was sent to senior high school by my father Dont Ask For Help. It's a pity that I was involved in the Cultural Revolution when I was a student. I was stupid and disappointing. After resuming the college entrance examination, I only went to a normal school, which really failed my father's good intentions to me, but my father was very satisfied. When my career was not satisfactory, I complained why my father gave me such a weak and simple name, "Nothing is a scholar". No wonder I am mediocre and accomplish nothing. It is the name that restricts my development. In fact, there is the courage and ambition of "why don't men take Wu Gou and accept fifty states in Guanshan" in their bones. I also know that this is a kind of incompetent anger.
My father, who is short of literature and ink, is diligent all his life and loves science and technology. When he was decentralized, he was already a level 4 worker in the company. Building walls, plastering, sticking bricks and grinding the ground were very famous in the countryside at that time. Especially in wall-building technology, bricks are flying up and down in his hands, which is skilled, light and labor-saving, fast and flat. As long as he is present, the location of the wall is always a conspicuous bright spot, which often attracts a voice of admiration. Whether it is a mason or a carpenter, a public house or a private house, he is strict and meticulous in building toilets and will not cheat. My father is famous for his seriousness and accuracy in technology. An ordinary craftsman actually became the guest of honor of the commune president at that time, and the president would directly ask his father to be his technical consultant and supervisor when he developed local enterprises to set up factories and shops. During the Cultural Revolution, education was "learning something else". All schools have invited top carpenters, blacksmiths and sewing masters from the village as full-time teachers. Of course, my father is the right person. He never dreamed that several illiterate craftsmen had dealt with the school for several years.
Father not only has excellent technology, but also cares about personality and technical ethics. He is kind and straightforward, disdains the trend of the times and never makes any deal with technology. It has a very important service principle, as long as it is a villager, regardless of relatives and friends, it will be treated equally. Once a family in the village and my uncle and sister were building a house at the same time. My brother-in-law had already said hello, and my son-in-law rarely opened his mouth, which forced my father into a dilemma. But on the day of building the house, my father picked up tools and went straight to Murakami's house, anxious for my mother to say; "Didn't you go to your niece's house to offend your relatives?" Father said; "A distant relative is better than a close neighbor." The villagers were very moved when they heard this, and insisted that their father take a day off to go to their daughter's house. It's easy to communicate with your daughter. In this way, my father offended many commune cadres and bigwigs at that time. Father is sad and masturbates, but he is helpless and does not favor one over the other. It is common to offend people.
After the 1990s, rural housing construction also implemented paid services, and wages continued to rise. But at this time, my father is old and can only do odd jobs for the villagers occasionally, purely to help. My father was good at building walls all his life. He really didn't make any money, but he fell into a good relationship.