Dad, you are busy at work, so I don't have time to talk to you. I take this opportunity to tell you today.

The old face records the wind and frost you experienced, and I feel sad when I look at you sleeping, so I realize that you are old and need to be taken care of by others.

Looking back, every holiday, you will accompany me and play games with me. At that time, I was happy, and at that time, you were also happy. Walking in the street, I feel proud because I have a father who loves me. The happiest thing is the day when a family of three got together. I still remember the happy smiles of my parents. At that time, I didn't know anything, but I was simple and happy. Dad has been through a lot. Since mom left, dad has been busy, smiling less and less, wrinkles more and more, a little more tired than before. I am always too tired to move when I come back, and I am very sad after reading it. Because I know better than anyone that dad did it for me. I remember my father once told me that he would quit if I wasn't here. Yes, I believe he buried his sadness in his heart for me and appeared strong. He didn't want me to see his sad face, let alone affect me, but how sad was he?

But, dad, you have one drawback that you can't change, smoking. Dad, did you know that nicotine in cigarettes can poison mice? When you smoked, our house was in a mess, and I couldn't help but want to throw that cigarette away. Dad, I hope you can wake up and don't always let my mother and I worry about your safety, okay?

Dad, I hope you can quickly correct your shortcomings and become the perfect father in your daughter's mind.

Dad, you are too strict with me! When I first entered junior high school, the burden on my shoulders increased a lot. Therefore, you didn't assign me any other study tasks. One night, the teacher was kind to us. I finished my homework early, and then I went to play computer. When you came back to see this situation, you flew into a rage and said that I was so nervous that I still had time to play computer because I didn't study hard and was criticized with alcohol. At this point, I thought, well, I'm still talking about you. Isn't it wrong that you don't come home drunk? Besides, I play computer after finishing my homework on time, relax and have fun, what's wrong! Really, I'll expose you when I go back to my mother! Dad seems to have read my mind and become more severe and severe. "Starting today, I must give you a system, and you are not allowed to watch TV or play computer every Monday to Thursday night. In addition, you should make a weekend plan and do it for me every Sunday! " In the face of my father's aggressive eyes, I had to submit to humiliation and write down my plan. Hey! I am really unlucky. I'm as drunk as an alcoholic. I can't seem to watch Harry Potter and the Girl Without a Skirt. From now on, I will spend every day with books, mountains and seas. Dad, don't you think you are too strict with me? You don't know that letting a person do something he doesn't want to do will only make him more bored. Just as you force me to finish the extra-curricular study task you gave me every night, I am bored with learning, and I am not as enthusiastic and focused as before. In fact, the correct educational method should be to guide children to learn actively and stimulate their interest in learning, so that children will study harder. Dad, you shouldn't do this! You are really strict with me. I hope you realize this mistake as soon as possible.

The secret of the test paper

In my carefully collected self-made files containing my personal growth records, I still keep a math test paper for my fourth grade. There is a red crayon in the upper left corner of the test paper. The score is 75. A closer look reveals that these seven words are drawn with a knife, and they are ambiguous.

This is my worst math test paper, and I cherish it because it contains a little secret of my childhood. This little secret is shared by my mother and me.

I remember it was the mid-term exam of grade four. When the math report card was sent to an individual, I immediately blindsided: 75 points? How could this be

Looking at the test paper again, we can see that the previous fill-in-the-blank questions, multiple-choice questions and calculation questions are almost right, that is, the last comprehensive calculation question of 20 points, which made me make a mistake. Damn it! It was careless of me to get the meaning of the question wrong.

The teacher was marking the papers in front, and my mind was in a mess, and I hardly heard anything. Since I went to school, I have never scored less than 90 points in an exam. Mom and dad are proud of me. This time, it's terrible. How do we tell them? Especially my father, who has always been strict with me and impatient, how can he spare me easily?

After school, the teacher asked each student to take the test paper home to his parents and ask them to sign it.

In the evening, I spent a long time staring at that test paper, but I didn't have the courage to show it to my parents. Late at night, my father fell asleep, and my mother was still busy washing clothes in the kitchen. An idea suddenly occurred to me.

Fortunately, the wrong question is on the back of the paper, but fortunately, the teacher's seven-character writing is not awkward. I checked it easily with crayons, and 75 points became 95 points.

My heart was pounding, and I opened the newspaper for my mother. Mother shook the soap bubbles on her hands, looked at them and said with a smile, "Yes, stick to it." Then he picked up the pen I handed him and marked the word "read" on the corner of the paper.

When I got back to my room, I felt my heart stuck in my throat for a long time, so I quickly scraped off the new pen with a knife.

The next morning, I deliberately dawdled away from breakfast for fear that my father would let me read the paper. I didn't rush out of the room until I was late. Just as I was about to go out, my father suddenly stopped me. My heart beat in my throat and I thought, "That's it. This time, they will not only know my real grades, but also know that I am a lying child and dare to hide the truth and deceive my parents ... "

However, dad didn't want to read the paper, just said, "Your mother said you did well in the exam, but you should continue to work hard and try to get full marks next time."

I replied in my mouth and ran out of the house.

Summer vacation is coming, but I'm still unhappy. My heart is like a heavy stone, afraid that the secret of the paper will be discovered one day. So I made up my mind that I must get 100 points in the final exam next semester to make up for my mistakes.

I shut myself in my room all summer vacation. I not only did my summer homework carefully, but also previewed all the courses for next semester. My classmate Xiao Yuan came to see me go out to play, but I didn't go out. My mother patted me on the shoulder and said, "Xin-er, stop studying and go out to play for a while." "I always answer that I don't want to play.

Teacher ma's mouth

Fat body, round head, inch, and a pair of nearsighted glasses on the bridge of the nose. This is my first composition teacher, Mr. Ma. Since I studied composition with Mr. Ma, my writing level has been developing vigorously and improving rapidly. Two spring and autumn years passed, and I found that Teacher Ma's mouth was different.

When it comes to Mr. Ma's mouth, the students must think of eloquence, of course, witty remarks! However, I found another feature of his mouth-"eating".

On one occasion, we were all immersed in writing a composition. When I looked up and thought about the problem, I saw Teacher Ma munching a big "Red Fuji" apple. I couldn't help frowning and asked, "Teacher Ma, how do you eat in class?" Who knows, he solemnly said, "apples moisten the throat." I have been talking for so long that my voice is almost hoarse. "

Teacher Ma makes excuses every time she eats in class.

Once again, a classmate stole sour plums in class and was caught by Teacher Ma. That classmate naturally won't have any good results-sour plums have been confiscated. We thought that the "sinful" sour plums would be thrown into the trash can. Who knows, when Teacher Ma opened his mouth, he "stored" half a bag of sour plums in his stomach. We couldn't help saying with one voice, "Teacher Ma, this ..." Before we finished, Teacher Ma put on a serious look: "It's a pity that there is still a shortage of such delicious food. Waste is the greatest sin! " We were all speechless with refutation.

I think you will be deeply impressed by the students who are familiar with Mr. Ma's mouth.