On this day, my father, who didn't come home until 12, was exhausted, but he couldn't rest, but continued to finish his task.

Dad loves me very much. He loves me everywhere. So in my eyes, he is my role model and an indomitable giant, guarding our happy and warm home.

Dad is an amiable person and a serious and responsible person. One day, my father came home at five o'clock, just walked in the door, and before he sat down, he suddenly received a phone call from the company: let him go right away, it's urgent. As soon as the other party's voice fell, my father rushed back to the company with a big bag of documents and worked overtime until ten o'clock. When he got home, he wanted to have a quiet sleep. Naughty, I wanted my father to play with me, but my tired father promised me. Because he doesn't want to fill my heart with disappointment, even if I can't open my eyes, he must think of me, which is true.

Dad is not only meticulous about his work, but also takes good care of his family. His salary at work is used to pay our family. On weekdays, he gets up earlier than me every morning. After he cooked noodles, he woke me up in the bedroom. Every time he prepares a surprise for me, he will prepare a bowl of hot and delicious noodles. When I go home in the afternoon, my father always buys all kinds of ingredients and then goes home to cook. Even on weekends, dad can't sleep in, because he has to get up early to take me to school.

Dad is very hard, he has no time to rest at all, and he runs between work and family every day. However, he is still optimistic about the difficulties. He propped up this warm home with his own ability and efforts, immersed me in joy and warmth every day, and condensed all his love on me, which made me admire very much.

Dad is a great and powerful man, and his love is selfless and silent, so I sighed again: "My dad is really awesome! I love you! "

2. Ordinary father wrote 500 words in junior high school.

Once you were talking about selling iron for my study, today I said to you, "Dad, let me sell iron to support you." Bottles of baby milk powder, in exchange for your hard-earned money. The first thing to do when I come home from work is to hug me chubby, Doby. When you look at me and open your mouth, you smile. I always give priority to the good things at home. You can't bear to shout even if you talk back. Bought me countless new clothes, but I was reluctant to buy myself a pair of socks. This is you, you only have me in your heart.

I left you and went back to my original home, only to realize that you have been deeply rooted in my life and no one can replace you. In those countless days, I thought about you all the time. I am secretly glad that you have come. When you left, I cried alone. Looking at you who can't bear to spend money to take the bus, you will feel a little embarrassed. I don't know why, just seeing you makes me cry. Maybe it's just that you have paid too much for me, and I haven't paid it back yet! But I know, in fact, I can't bear to part with you, and I can't bear to part with you being tired and running outside I can't bear to be apart from you. I can't bear to see your hair turn white. ...

Suddenly, I don't want to grow up at all. Because when I grow up, you will grow old! The idea of not wanting to grow up is so strong that it almost suffocates me. Just because I don't want to lose you in my world!

Dad, do you know what the most painful thing in the world is? In fact, the most painful thing in the world is that children want to raise and their relatives are not there. ...

Dad, do you know what the happiest thing in the world is? In fact, the happiest thing in the world is that you are not old when I grow up, and I have the ability to repay you. You are still alive. ...

My father is ordinary, but he is as great as the fathers all over the world!

3. Ordinary father wrote 500 words in junior high school.

Father is the pillar of the family and the dirty work at home. He is in charge of all the hard work and continues to work at midnight.

Dad is very thin. He is 36 years old. He likes wearing a suit best. At first glance, he is a gentle gentleman. Dad has a flat head. His eyebrows are thick and black, as if he had drawn a word "one" on his face with a brush. The eyes are black and bright, and when the bones turn, the trick comes. Dad's ears are beautiful, just like works of art carefully carved by artists.

His face is very white. Look at the wrinkles on his face and you will know how much hard sweat he has paid for our family. Dad's nose is embedded in the middle of his face. This is a garlic nose. He is usually very silent, but as long as I make mistakes, my father will keep educating me. Dad's hands are rough, and the wrinkles on them are like the same earthworm, as if they are still crawling.

Dad likes watching the World Cup. As soon as I entered the door, I took off my shoes, hurried to the sofa, sat on the sofa, and turned on the closed-circuit TV with the remote control. "This is a ball game," my father said happily. At this time, my mother invited us to dinner, even three times, but there was no sign of my father. Dad was still watching the World Cup and stamped his foot when he saw the Russian goal. "Hey!" ! What a pity! China scored, and my father jumped three feet for joy. At this time, my mother dragged my father's ear to the kitchen, which made us laugh and cry.

Dad is very helpful. Once, an old woman was about to walk on crutches. Dad thought, "Grandma was hit by a car. What if the stick is broken?" Dad hurried to the side of the road and walked to the other side of the road in three steps. Just when the red light was about to light up, my father immediately picked up my grandmother and walked to the other side. The people around him saw it and praised him for doing well. "When others are in trouble, someone must help them," Dad said seriously.

I like my father and his helpfulness. After listening to my introduction, do you like my father?

4. Ordinary father wrote 500 words in junior high school.

He is seven feet long and walks like a fly. He is talking about my father. Low-priced eyes are more distinctive and are often teased by my mother. Dad always answers with a smile: "What's wrong with small eyes with single eyelids? Intense concentration. What is good about big eyes and double eyelids? Grey. " Hearing this, we have to laugh for a while before we can calm down.

Dad is a fitness enthusiast. Although he is very busy at work, he takes time to exercise every day. Once I came home from fencing class, and my leg hurt, so I complained. Dad told me: "We fitness enthusiasts have to exercise our muscles until they are sore every time, so that we can have an exercise effect." I can't walk after practicing my legs. "Perseverance all the year round, so my father is still so strong. I weigh more than 90 kilograms now, and sometimes my father will hold people horizontally with his hands, just like playing the "fried rice somersault game" when he was a child. "

Dad manages a company and is very busy at work. It turns out that employees often take time to take my mother and me to visit the great rivers and mountains of the motherland. I don't remember some of them. Looking through the photos, I only know that I have been to Huangshan, Zhangjiajie and Guilin occasionally ... Now my father's business is changing. The fewer employees, the busier he is. But when I go home every day, I can always see his confident eyes and hear his hearty laughter, and my heart is very practical.

It is said that dad is also a schoolmaster! He is the top liberal arts scholar in the college entrance examination, and he has been looking for books everywhere since he was a child, unlike what I wanted to read. Recently, I was studying e-commerce business and read a book called Taobao Tmall through train. Sometimes when I want to be lazy in my study, as soon as I see my father reading under the lamp, I immediately cheer up and continue my study.

Dad built a villa for his grandparents in the country. Later, my grandfather died, and my father took my grandmother to live in the city. Now grandma lives in her aunt's house. No matter how busy he is every day, he will call his grandmother. As long as he asked me to call grandma at night, it means grandma mentioned me when she talked to him during the day.

I have such a father, which is really stressful! I must constantly ask myself to be perfect. However, I am happy. Standing on the shoulders of such a father. I believe I can stand higher and see farther.

5. Ordinary father wrote 500 words in junior high school.

Dad's hands are not as white as mom's; Dad's hands are not as rough as grandma's; Dad's hand, just like I grew up. There are more and more footprints on my father's hands, which also makes my father's hands full of wrinkles. Aren't these hands the foundation of my life?

When I was a child, I was just a baby who was not sensible. I lay in bed crying and coquetry, screaming and rolling on the ground, but refused to sleep. My father always gently carried me to bed with his hands, carefully held my tender little feet with his hands, rubbed my feet, and put me to sleep with a happy smile on his face. At that time, my father's hands were a little black, smooth and comfortable from wrist to fingertip. I rubbed my feet for a long time, and gradually my father's hands changed. So, I stepped on his hand for the first time.

At this time, I went to kindergarten. His big hand pulled my fleshy little hand, not only pulling it, but also grasping it tightly for fear that his baby would be abducted. Dad's hands are shaking when he walks, and so are my little hands. Isn't that "big hands hold small hands, friends forever!" "However, I accidentally cut my father's hand. In this way, I stepped on my father's hand in kindergarten.

Before long, I became a little sister and had a lovely little brother. When I went out to play, my father held my brother. When I saw it, I was so anxious that I shook my hand: "I want to hug, I want to hug!" " "Dad had to hold his brother and carry me behind my back. Finally, my father was tired. My brother and I came down and saw my father's red hand. My brother and I stepped on my dad's third footprint.

How time flies! How much happened? We are growing up and our father is getting old. Now, his hands are dark, rough to the touch and wrinkled. These are the footprints that my brother and I stepped on, and they are also the footprints of our growth!