Father, the male of the previous generation of someone's direct descendant, is called "father" in spoken language. Father, Putonghua pronunciation: fùqěn The word "father" has a strong writing color and is generally not used as a face-to-face address.

Dad is a nickname for his father, which is often used to address his father when a child is spoiled; 4. honorifics for elderly fathers;

It's better to write lyric prose and be closer to dad. Through some descriptions, the word dad can be finally revealed.

There is really not much difference between these two words. It is enough to write out the true feelings when writing.

My father

In my life, I have a father who cares about me in every way; In study, I also have a strict father; In the game, I have a father who will never grow up.

My father has two greatest advantages: first, he is willing to contribute to the country without asking for anything in return; 2. Very concerned about the study and life of the next generation.

Previously, my father was repairing the railway in Turpan, Xinjiang. He works day and night, 365 days a year, eight or nine hours a day. Three meals a day are steamed bread, and meat and rice are rarely eaten. Life is hard. I only slept for five or six hours at night, and I had to get up the next morning, full of blood. But he still refused to give up this glorious job and was later transferred to be a taxi driver.

My father not only works hard, but also is strict with me. Once, I didn't do my homework and two reading notes, but my friend told me to go out and jump rubber bands. I couldn't resist the temptation of rubber bands and jumped up in the yard: "Car, Didi, Malanhua 21 ..." Just as I was jumping, my father came back from work and asked: "Yuanyuan, have you finished your homework?" I replied, "Right away, when I jumped, I was making those two reading notes." At this time, my gentle father suddenly became serious and took me back to the study like an eagle catching a chicken. I have to do my homework. He didn't open his brow until I finished. At this moment, my father said, "Let me jump rope with you. Your father is still a master of skipping rope! " With that, he jumped up.

Ah, dad, you are the enlightening lamp in my study and life, and always inspire me to move forward. Ah, dad, I will study hard and repay your selfless love for me.

My father is a tenacious and enterprising seagull, an indomitable stone and a book full of profound thoughts and philosophies. My father is an honest, simple and hardworking man. He is a "good" person. In the company, he is a good assistant to the boss and a good colleague of the employees. At home, he is my mother's good husband and my good father. Zhang Yuanyuan's face, simple eyes, strong body and medium build are my father's general appearance. Sometimes, I always think the same question: Why is Dad so enthusiastic about his career? The company asked him to work in an office in Nigeria, Africa, and he did. The climate there is very hot all year round, just like being immersed in a big stove. And there are many mosquitoes there, and they are also very poisonous. If bitten, they will get malaria. Although he worked there for only two years, how did he endure the exotic climate, work pressure and yearning? Although I have been there for many years, it hasn't stopped him from loving my mother and me. International calls often ring on our home phone, and we often chat online. Facing the camera, we are both very happy. He always gives us a warm feeling. Dad is like a breeze, always growing with me. I am not lonely on windy days, nor am I lonely on windy days. Although the idea of "the grass in the north is blue as jade, and the mulberry here is curved and green" has always been in my mind, the warm wind has swept away this idea. When I was a child, my father often said to me, "You should be an idealist with lofty aspirations, stay on the land of reality, and look deep into the unknown distance. The most beautiful scenery is often on the other side of the distance, leading the unyielding on the road." When I was a child, I still didn't understand. Now that I think about it, it is true. Dad, you were a little tanned when you came back last time. I think the pressure of work and the yearning for family have been bothering you. I remember one night, it rained heavily and I couldn't sleep in bed. At midnight, the doorbell rang. I opened the door and you came back, but you didn't bring an umbrella. Although the weather is very cold, you still wear a T-shirt. Are you used to it? I have a thousand words on my lips, but I don't know how to say them. I had just begun to speak when suddenly a burst of thunder sounded. I was awakened and found myself lying in bed. I just woke up. Dad, you didn't come back, and you are still working in other places. My eyes suddenly moistened-Dad, you are great, and I am proud of you.

Fatherly love surrounds me all the time.

Seventeen years of care and love, but also let me always remember in my heart.

Father's road, fight for me!

During the summer vacation, I followed my father and experienced his calendar for one day.

Early in the morning, when I was still sleeping, my father woke me up. I squinted in a daze and asked, "Why ..." Dad knocked on my head and said, "Didn't you clamor for me to take you to the garage to work with me last night? Don't forget it, I'll go! " As soon as I heard this, I jumped up and said, "Okay, okay, hee hee, I'm up!" " Seeing me happy, my father shook his head and said, "Oh, wait! "

In this way, in my eyes, the "interesting" journey began. ...

When I got to the garage, my father opened the door of the shop. He pointed to a basin and asked me to fetch water. I went to the washbasin and looked at it. Wow! What oil! There is black greasy gasoline on the edge of the basin. I glanced at my dad, and his dad said, "Why, this oil scares you!" " ""Who said that? Don't! " I quickly refuted my father and picked up the basin to fetch water. Although I went to fetch water, I still couldn't help feeling that the basin was dirty. After I finished drinking water, I quickly washed my hands with hand sanitizer.

After a while, my father said to me, "Today, your task is just to cheer others up!" " ! Is it simple? ""well ... who wouldn't? " I quickly replied. My father looked at me relaxed and smiled again.

Soon, the scorching sun came out, scorching the earth, and the temperature suddenly rose. Besides, I found that today is hotter than any other day! Soon, I was sweating like a pig. My father saw that my face was covered with strings of sweat and asked, "Is it very hot?" I nodded while wiping my sweat. Father said: "Because the garage is beside the road, the road is asphalt now, which absorbs heat easily, so it is particularly hot." Besides, it's hot in summer and cold in winter here! "I listened, looked at my father and wanted to think. Every summer, my father's skin is black as charcoal. In winter, my father's hands are blue with cold every time ... I can't help but tremble in my heart. ...

Later, many people came to cheer. At first, I was in high spirits. With more people coming later, I became a little impatient. My father saw it and said, "I have to call dozens or even hundreds of times every day. I am not impatient. You started to lose heart after only playing a few times! " "I bowed my head in shame. ...

In the afternoon, the temperature of the sun rose a lot. I was sitting in that house, sweating like a pig. My father saw me sweating and blushing, and he was a little reluctant to let me go home. After I persisted several times, I was finally defeated by the hot weather and went home. ...

One day's journey, I can't help but sigh, my father's hardships. Really, I didn't understand before. Every time my father comes home, his tired body, the scars left by wiping sweat, and the wounds left by work. ...

Father's road, whether in the past or now, is very hard, but in the future, I will accompany you. ...

Late reply, unconscious, I hope it helps. Composition online.