Strict father Composition 500 words 1 Some people say, "Father's love is like a mountain that never collapses." Others say that "the most severe love in the world is fatherly love." My family has a loving mother and a strict father. Father's words are like imperial edicts, and no one dares to violate them.
Once I borrowed books from a classmate's house after school, and it was already dark when I got home, but no matter how I explained it, my father refused to open the door for me and insisted that I went out to play. Suddenly, angry and sad tears flowed down. Finally, I opened the door at my mother's pleading. At night, I looked at the bright moonlight and remembered everything just now. Angry tears fell down again ... At this moment, my father came in. He tucked me in and touched me with his warm big hand and said, "I was wrong about you just now." Sorry, borrowing books is a good thing, but you can't go home after dark, can you? " It's not safe outside now. You're still a girl. "For the first time, I feel that my father's hands are not only warm, hardworking, smart, but also considerate. Listening to my father's earnest teachings, a warm current surged all over my body. ...
Another time was on my eighth birthday. At night, I climbed into bed and let my mother touch my head to sleep. But my father said to me sternly, "You should sleep by yourself today!" " ""no! "I said." Are you going or not? "When I saw my father angry, I reluctantly went to sleep in another room. I couldn't sleep all night and was angry with my father. Suddenly, there was a quarrel in my mother's room. " Don't you know that the child is still young? "Why did you leave her alone?" "I know. In order to cultivate her independent ability, she will face various problems in the future. " They argued for a long time, but I didn't listen to a word. I bit my horn for fear of crying.
I understand now that my father's strictness is right. Father is like a mountain, supporting the whole family. A father is like a lamp, illuminating a child's learning path.
The strict father asked his classmates to play basketball on weekends, but even under his father's snoring, it was more difficult to escape from this room than to ascend to heaven.
Time goes by little by little, and it's almost time to play ball. I gently opened the door, quietly walked to the door, and suddenly there was another person behind me-dad. "Boy, what are you doing?" I had to lie: "Go to the bathroom." Dad looked at me: "Didn't you just have sex ten minutes ago?" I faltered and said, "Just now it was a trumpet, and this time it was a tuba." Say that finish, I quickly hid in the toilet.
After waiting for two minutes in the toilet, I think it's almost time. I rubbed two sets of paper and threw them into the wastebasket. I had to rush twice and was about to "naturally" push the door open-slow down! I haven't washed my hands yet, so I can't be careless in front of my father.
Finally, after going to the toilet, my father sat in the living room watching TV, and I sat on the study table fidgeting. Time, please walk slowly. What's so busy?
No, this may be a good opportunity. My room faces the living room, so I can sneak out from behind the sofa. My father, who watches TV with relish, poses no threat to me.
The steps should be light, one step, two steps, and I am secretly happy to see myself getting closer and closer to the door. I walked to the door and found my father still watching TV, leaving the last one-open the door. Twist the lock gently and open the door gently. Dad didn't notice! Aunt Zhang across the hall saw me and stopped me with her unique loud voice: "Hey, Xiao Wang, is this going out to play?" Dad heard the voice: "What are you doing?"
I touched my nose shyly and stepped back: "Nothing, nothing, just open the door and have a look."
Hey, when can dad not be strict? But then again, without my father's strictness, how could I get such good grades?
I was born lucky. There are always flowers and applause along the way. The four seasons I've been through have always been sunny Wan Li in Wan Li. Even if a few sad clouds float occasionally, they are only fleeting.
Growing up, I never lacked the encouragement and appreciation of people around me. Teachers and relatives like me very much, and my parents, colleagues and friends praise me. These gorgeous things always bother me. They also gave me the motivation to move forward.
Only my father is different.
That day, I just went to kindergarten and skipped all the way home. Because I got the first big red flower since I went to kindergarten, and I was the first child in my class to get the big red flower. Although for me now, that big red flower is just an ordinary red paper, for me at that time, it represented the supreme honor. I jumped around the room with that big red flower in my arms, waiting for my father to come back from work. The doorbell finally rang, and I ran to open the door with a big red flower. As soon as I opened the door, I happily held the big red flower in front of my father and proudly said to him, "Dad, Dad! Look! Big red flower! " I thought my father would give me a good compliment, but he just said to me, "Oh, really? Then work hard and don't be proud. " Plain tone, no expression of appreciation, completely ruined all my joy. Loss, incomprehension and an inexplicable grievance swept through like a Kuroshio, directly dragging me from heaven to hell.
After that, no matter how great I have achieved, it should be taken for granted by my father, and there is nothing to be thankful for.
Years make the rings overlap, and now I understand that behind my father's sternness and indifference is his love and ardent expectation for me. Indeed, everyone's growth is indispensable to reward and appreciation, but perhaps, my father's strict and indifferent fatherly love can make me go more smoothly in the future.
My father is over 40 years old this year. He is tall 1 m 75, chubby, with flat head, big eyes, big mouth and dark skin. But my father is strict.
Once my father caught me playing with my mobile phone, it was Sunday morning. I asked for my mother's mobile phone, then I played four rounds of the glory of the king with my sister, and then I gave it back to my mother. After a while, I saw that the game played by others was very interesting, so I asked my mother's mobile phone back. Before leaving, my mother said to me, "Your father will be back soon." But I didn't listen, so I played with relish. A few hours later, my father came back, but I didn't know. As a result, my father found out and gave me a severe quarrel.
Another time, after I finished my homework, I really wanted to play computer, so I started playing. I forgot that my father was at home, and then my father heard that I was playing computer, so he quickly came over and said sternly, "It's almost the final exam, and you are still in the mood to play computer here." Go and study! "
Dad is not only strict with me, but also loves me very much. I did well in that winter vacation. When my father knew it, he said happily, "I'll take you where you want to go and what you want to eat." Only then did I know that my father used to be very strict with me for me.
Dad's love is so warm, so broad and so beautiful. I will repay you with my exam results.
This is my father. There are times when he is serious and times when he loves me.
A strict father's composition 500 words 5 I have the misfortune to have a strict father.
"In short, the whole class got the worst test! The average score is only over 80 points. If this continues, don't watch it. Look at the scores below. " On the usual day, the teacher yelled at us, and I always had a bad feeling. Sure enough, "Luo Chengyu, 89 points." I picked up the paper and looked at it. There are many mistakes I shouldn't have made, and going back will hurt my flesh and blood.
When I got home, I showed the paper to my father, who frowned and showed an elusive expression. After reading the paper for a while, he returned it to me and asked me to revise it before reading it. I did, but my father didn't say anything.
In the second test, I thought I got good grades. I told my dad that my dad is still very strict and hasn't changed at all. He said, "Win without arrogance, lose without rashness." I asked inexplicably, "I did well in the exam, too. Do I still want to study? " "Yes, reading is like a ship. If you don't advance, you will retreat. " Dad taught me earnestly. I expected to be coldly rejected by my father, but I still flew into a rage and said, "Dad is so bad that I can't even take a rest!" " "I rushed into the room and got angry. My mother asked me to go out, but I ignored her. My father told me to go out, but I ignored him. But it was boring in the room, so I just read casually. Suddenly, a page came into view, telling the story of parents' doting on their children and making them love to steal from childhood. Instead of stopping him, his parents encouraged him, resulting in the whole family being shot. I was shocked and immediately realized my father's good intentions towards me, and a happy scene came into view: when eating, good dishes would always be caught in my bowl; When it rains, the umbrella always covers my head impartially …
There are many kinds of love, and strictness is also one. Deeper and wiser love.