Once I accidentally finished my homework because I was in a hurry to watch TV. After dinner, dad began to check his homework. Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, he then check up. After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "Why do you always make mistakes?" How many times have I told you not to be careless, not to be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he gave me a hard press on the head. I stole a look at him, only to see my father's two big eyes stare into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand up, just like a big tiger, which is terrible!

Dad is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I think my father is too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be fierce at will, and the other is to be reasonable. I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "eyeing", "flying into a rage", "flying into a rage" and "flying into a rage" ... My father couldn't help laughing.

Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going. Once, when my father was happy, I said to him, "It's really unlucky to be a child. Can't be mean to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once." I think it's time for revenge. I first pressed my dad's head, then pinched his neck, and finally gave him a hard blow on the ass. I didn't think it was enough, so I jumped on him and messed up his hair, and then I said to him, "You are unkempt this time." At this time, dad is like a big sheep. No matter how much I toss him, he won't get angry.

Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father let my face relax, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, it's really like Donald Duck!" " "When I was in a hurry, I choked my dad's mouth, and my dad kept his mouth shut. As soon as I saw no, I grabbed it under his arm. Dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said, "You are like Donald Duck. You are a fierce Donald Duck. "

Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend. I am both afraid of him and like him.

The footsteps of the senior high school entrance examination are getting closer and closer, and the students are desperately reviewing for the exam, which makes me in a high degree of tension.

But I dare not slack off, although I am exhausted; I really want to close my eyes for a while, but I dare not, although my eyes are bloodshot.

I can't hold it any longer, try to lift my eyelids and look out. Within sight, only street lamps stood there alone, giving off a faint light. The air was silent, and it must have been late at night-the confusion of my brain made me unable to tell the difference between innocent day and night, so I studied day and night.

Tired eyes, slow reaction. I decided to take a nap for five minutes. But as soon as my head touched my arm on the table, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but in a trance, a pair of calloused big hands gently touched a few locks of hair that covered my eyes, and then gave me a push: "Son, how can you sleep here?" You'll catch cold. "Oh, it turns out that my father comes home from work at this time every day.

"I didn't fall asleep ... I just felt itchy in my eyes ... I closed my eyes a little." In order not to let my father see my bloodshot face, I still kept my head down.

"You are too tired, go to bed early! How can your body stand this? "

"Oh, I went to bed after I finished this topic. Dad, you've been busy all day. Go to bed first! "

Father left helplessly and closed the door gently.

But before long, my door was pushed open again. Father brought a steaming cup of tea: "Have some hot tea and go to bed!" " "

"hmm!" I took the hot tea, looked at the figure of my father turning away and nodded deeply.

At this time, my ears suddenly echoed with the words that my father often hangs on his lips: "Don't worry, son, my father works hard to earn money, and he will provide you with education anyway."

Holding hot tea, feeling the temperature of hot air and the fragrance of green tea, chewing the words of father's concern and comfort, tears could not help but flow down.

The hot tea in the cup is faint and fragrant, but it feels particularly fragrant when it melts in the father's love.

How can I disappoint my father by drinking this kind of strong tea that blends in with his father's love?