My father and I wrote a touching story in 500 words.

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The story my father and I are going to tell is a 500-word composition.

I'm naughty enough at home. When I rolled my eyes, an idea came out.

No, I just had lunch at noon today, and I found my father's leather shoes when I entered the door. As soon as I put it away, an idea flashed through my mind: my father's shoes like to be placed at the bottom of the shoe rack. There are a pair of his old leather shoes and new leather shoes on the shoe rack, and the colors are similar. Why don't I start? I put one of my father's new shoes and one of his old shoes on the shoe rack.

After that, I happily went back to my room and took a nap. When I woke up, I suddenly heard a knock at the door. I hurried to open the door, and sure enough, my father came back. Looking down, my father did wear an old leather shoe and a new one. I held back my laughter and asked my father, "Dad, didn't you go to work?" Why did you come back again? Dad's face turned red. He quickly said, "I didn't notice. I wore the wrong shoes." "Mom came out of the room in surprise when she heard us talking. At this moment, I can't help it anymore. I pointed to the leather shoes on my father's feet and laughed. Mother lowered her head and smiled. Dad seemed to understand something, pretended to be angry and raised his hand. I quickly pretended to be afraid, and found two other uppers from the shoe box to put on for my father. Dad put down the raised slap, pointed his finger at my forehead and said, "Be careful! Dare to frame dad next time, huh! " Say that finish, happily go out to work.

Look, this is me and my father!

My father and I wrote 500 words.

My father and I have many similarities and differences.

"Appreciate" the similarities between my father and me first!

My father and I both have a pair of small eyes. What is more distinctive is that we both have a straight nose and a slightly tilted mouth. Once, I was walking with my father and a neighbor came over. He looks like Columbus discovered the New World: "Your father and son are so alike. Your eyes, nose, mouth ... even walking is the same. It's like being carved in a mold! " Dad listened and smiled and replied, "Really? I haven't noticed it yet. "

My father and I are not only similar in appearance and action, but also similar in character.

Once, when I was playing computer, the computer screen suddenly turned off. I turned to look, ah! Dad's serious face appeared in front of me, and I was too scared to come out. Dad said sternly, "Turn off the computer and recite ancient poems at once!" "

My personality is the same, I am usually easygoing, but if anyone annoys me, I will also get even with him impulsively. I remember once, several of our classmates were playing badminton. When it was my turn to play, one of them broke the rules and occupied the stadium. I was very angry when I saw that he was so unreasonable. I yelled at him and glared at him, posing as "the brave win in the narrow road". When he saw this, he had to give me the racket and let me play on the court.

There are similarities and many differences, such as wearing clothes. Dad likes to wear a black jacket in spring and a black shirt in summer ... He likes to wear black all the year round. But I'm different. I like changing colors. I like to wear red, yellow, beige and black. Our hobbies are different. Dad likes reading books, reading newspapers and listening to music on the Internet. As for me, I like playing football and computer games. Of course, there are still many differences between our father and son, so I won't say much.

Tell me, am I the same as my father or different?

Dad wrote 500 words beside me.

When I was growing up, I seldom felt my father's love. When I wrestled, my mother helped me up; Answer that when I was sick, it was my mother who guarded me; Will I not understand his love for me or will he not express his love for me?

Once, my father bought me a small bike. Although I can't ride it, I am eager to try. I'll ask my father to teach me at once. After riding for a while, my father let go quietly, and I naturally kissed the earth. I fell to the ground and cried. I thought my father would help me, but it was my mother who helped me. Dad just said lukewarm, "Keep riding"! Will I not understand his love for me or will he not express his love for me?

Once I asked my father seriously, "Do you love me?" "Of course I do." You always answer, "How do you love me?" My answer is silence.

Once again, because I spoke positively in class, the teacher praised me in front of all my classmates, not to mention how happy I was. When I got home, I told my mother, and my mother praised me again and again. Later, after my father got off work, I told him cheerfully that I was praised. Unexpectedly, he said, "It's worthless. Such a small praise makes you so happy. " Will I not understand his love for me or will he not express his love for me?

However, one thing I can be sure of; It was his letting go that taught me to be strong; His criticism made me strive for greater praise.

My cooperation experience with my father is 500 words.

Since I was in primary school, my mother has had endless work to do. She is going to cook. Wash clothes. Sweep the floor ... and so on. Then I hurried to work.

The day before the Chinese New Year, I personally experienced this kind of hard work and was really tired.

That day, it was already nine o'clock after I finished eating. It was not until my mother walked slowly into the house that I decided to do a housework for my mother-washing dishes. This is my first time washing dishes, so I'm very excited. I take out the clean water first, then squeeze it on the small towel for washing dishes, then wipe it on the dirty bowl and wash it. I froze to death, and I was very sad, because I didn't know how difficult it was to do housework for the first time. Finally, wash the bowl with water. Now the dirty bowl is clean and shiny. I picked up a bowl and put it in front of me. Look! The bowl is like a mirror, and my little red face is "printed" on the bowl, shining. When the sun shines in, it looks particularly beautiful and shiny. Although the clothes were wet, the first time I washed the dishes for my mother, my mother was less tired and happier.

Mom, if you are tired in the future, you can let me help you with the housework. Although it is not very good, I will try my best to make you not tired for you.

My father's 500-word composition is urgent.

My father is a burly man with shiny black skin, like a soldier who has worked and lived in the scorching sun for a long time.

Dad is a kind and helpful person. Once, my father took my brother and me to the May 7th Square to play. Walking, I saw a group of people crowded in the open space in front. I walked up to him curiously. Wow! It turned out that several people were performing a program. I saw a young man holding a long steel bar in one hand and grasping one end of the steel bar in the other. Then, two uncles came up with the other end of the steel bar. The young man put the steel bar on his throat and then slowly wound it around his neck. After winding up, he looked miserable, as if he were struggling in the hands of death. Dad looked at him, sighed lightly, and his face became gloomy, as if a dark cloud had flown to his face. He said softly, "Hey! They are poor and have to come out to make a living by performing arts. " Then, he took out his wallet and gave 20 yuan money to his brother, who asked him to give it to the young man. But my brother didn't dare to go, my father asked me to go, and I didn't dare to go. Father walked up without hesitation, put the money in the bowl in front of the young man, stood up and walked down.

My father is also very concerned about my study and my healthy growth. Every parent-teacher meeting, my father always comes to the classroom a few minutes in advance and asks the teacher about my performance and achievements in school. Especially in order to improve his writing level, my father made a lot of efforts. Once, the teacher assigned us a composition. I racked my brains for a long time and found nothing. Dad came over, saw me like this, and quickly took me to the bookstore to buy some composition books. When writing a composition, I can't write this word for a while, and I can't write that word for a while. Sometimes, the sentences I write are too verbose and I want to delete them, but I feel that there is nothing to write. Sometimes, I write badly. My father asked me to correct my composition several times over and over again, but I just felt bad. At this time, my father will remind me how to write a composition, how to correct it, and teach me how to write vividly. Under the guidance of my father, my thoughts were broadened at once, and my composition was written quickly. During the winter vacation, my father bought me a lot of composition books. After a period of hard work, with the help of my father and teachers, I gradually learned to write a composition and learned a lot of writing skills.

My father is very concerned and helpful to my study. I love my father!

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The story of my father and me.

When I was a child, my father always smiled. Even if my mother quarrels with him sometimes, he always greets him with a smile. Once my mother was so angry that she turned and closed the door as soon as she entered the room. My father pushed me into the middle of the door when I was three. I saw my father smiling, but I didn't know what to do. I stood at the door, looked up at my mother and looked back at my father. Mother couldn't help laughing.

At that time, my father was a middle school physics teacher. When I grow up, I am curious about the school curriculum. I admire seeing my father speaking on the podium, but my father said not to be disturbed in class. I wanted to go in but didn't dare, so I poked around at the door. Dad just wrote something on the blackboard and didn't look at the movement below. The students became active, and several people motioned for me to go in.

I took two steps, shrank my feet and looked at my father. He is still writing letters, but he hasn't seen me. I was so nervous when I walked in, and finally I squeezed myself behind the door and dared not come out again. Dad finished writing and continued his class, only to see all the students smiling while covering their mouths. Finally, he found the movement behind the door. He opened the door and saw me hiding, with a gentle smile on his face, reaching out to touch my head.

There is a blank memory behind me. I don't know whether to be sent home on the spot or to sit inside and wait for my father to finish class.

When I was a child, I was sickly and spent a lot of effort on my parents. One night in the middle of the night, my mother suddenly had a bad fever, and my father went to the hospital behind my back.

I fell on my father's warm back and jumped up and down with the rhythm of his footsteps. Seeing the stars shining gently all over the sky, I began to chat with my father about the stars. I was very confused at that time, and I still remembered to ask for the stars in the sky. My father also fooled me with a long ladder that could reach the stars. Then he showed me the faint shadow on the bright moon and told me that it was a tree on the moon and a fairy. I looked up at the crystal moon in the magical night sky, surrounded by magical warmth, and my body gradually cooled down.

I didn't see a doctor when I arrived at the hospital, and my fever went down. Dad carried me back again. Later, I said that I was ill. Just show me the stars instead of looking for a doctor. I'm so happy.

When I was a child, I always slept with my sister. At that time, my parents would come over in the middle of the night to see if our quilts were covered. The yellow flashlight light is the expectation of every night. Time swept my eyes and I woke up. However, I always seem to know that I can't open my eyes when this warmth is revealed, so I closed my eyes and let the flashlight sway my eyes. Pretending to sleep is not like pretending to be old. My eyelids always jump. The more I try to calm it down, the more I dance.

From school to senior three, school teachers began to make up lessons crazily. Dad has been working in the education commission, and he is not optimistic about the teacher's make-up classes, saying that the courses can actually be completed in the classroom. This kind of squeezing education has squeezed the aura of all students. Of course, I can't say this, but it is of great benefit to me. As soon as the teacher wants to make up lessons, I will go home and let my father write a note. In the eyes of many people, this should be my father's excessive encouragement. But in any case, I am one of the few people of my age who have no fear of the college entrance examination.

Later, when I went to college, I lost a lot of contact with my family. I often don't call home for a long time as long as the food stays the same every month. The period before graduation should be a crazy day for every college graduate. At that time, I always felt depressed and wanted to vent, but I couldn't stop venting. Unlike those crazy boys, we don't throw tape into the kettle, but walk silently in the street with some friends, thinking.

What impressed me for the first time was the spirit and the jar. As they walked, the three men began to cry. Nobody advised anyone, and then they called each other. Father was in Shenzhen on business that day. When I got on the phone and heard my father's voice, I burst into tears. Dad didn't ask anything. When I calmed down, he asked me if the weather was cold and if I had enough clothes. I cried again, then sobbed and said, Dad, I miss you.

It is very difficult to find a good job after graduation, and there is no place to ask for help with the certificate of excellent graduates. I have been thinking about whether my leading role is dynamic or static. If it is static, I will go home to accompany my parents. If it is dynamic, I will go out alone.

Finally, I decided not to go home, not because I saw that I took the initiative, but because I wanted to let myself go more.

I have been working for more than two years in a blink of an eye, but I have been running far and far to the south. Two months ago, my father came to see me with my mother. I am glad that the years have not left too many marks on my father's spirit. He is as optimistic and cheerful as before. I took them to Shenzhen and Zhuhai and talked about everything along the way.

A week later, they will go back, but I didn't want to talk that night, and I couldn't eat any food, as if every word I said and every bite I ate would reveal my inner SOB. I'm afraid they will see something, but the smile is getting more and more reluctant. Dad saw it and asked me why I was so happy and didn't say anything tonight. I didn't even say no, and then I laughed.

Go back to the dormitory at night, but can't sleep. Thinking about the cracks left by parents' canthus years, thinking about floating in the sky alone. What is the effective time to repay them? And now, I have nothing but myself The long sigh in my heart was drowned in that dark night, and occasionally two pieces of light tore from nowhere.

Then I called home one day, and my father was not there. My mother said that she didn't fall asleep the night before she left, thinking that I didn't eat much. Dad tossed and turned and couldn't sleep, saying that he had been thinking about why I was unhappy that night. ...

Holding the phone, quietly listening to my mother's words, tears fell down.

This morning, as soon as I got online, I went to the paging desk and sent a short message to my father: Good morning, Dad, it's cold today, and I have enough clothes. Don't worry about me. ...

I walk with my father and write 500 words.

Dad is my mentor and friend. My father works in a big company. He is usually busy at work, but he "stares" at my study every day. When I was in grade one, my father made me a "summer vacation schedule", asking me to get up on time, eat on time, do my homework on time and rest on time. Take me for a walk and chat with me after dinner in the evening. Take me to the bookstore on Sunday, and let me travel in the ocean of books since I was a child.

Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study, he always says to me, "Don't be afraid of difficulties, read more books and overcome them with your own strength." I remember that I only got 90% in an exam, which was very sad. Dad carefully checked my test paper when he signed it, and then helped me analyze the reasons why I didn't do well in the exam. And said to me earnestly: "children, you can't be sloppy." Your biggest mistake in this exam is carelessness. " I nodded silently.

Dad not only cares about my study, but also cares about my life. I remember one night when I was sleeping, I kicked the quilt off because of the heat. In a daze, I felt my father's slender figure appear in front of my bed. He gently tucked me in and stroked my forehead with his big warm hand. A warm current spread through my heart, and I felt warm all over.

Dad, I know that you have worked hard for me on the road of my growth. I owe my little progress to your efforts. I secretly swear that I will study hard and never live up to your expectations of me.

Message from parents: As parents, bringing their children into this world requires them to take up the responsibility of educating them. "A good beginning is half the battle." In order to let the child develop good study habits, I made a study plan for him. In order to stimulate his interest in learning, I often take him to the book city. I often chat with him in order to understand his thoughts. Parents are role models for their children, hoping to think of "shine on you is better than blue".

Find a short article about 500 words, "A conversation between my father and me".

Today, my father read my article-"Why are parents like this now? Then he talked to me, and I wrote in my letter: I really hope that my father can change the way of education and all parents can change the way of education. Dad asked me, "What kind of education do you want us to use to improve your grades?" Sister blurted out, "Don't be too strict." "No, no, it's not a serious problem, but ... but ..." "But what? """Hmm ... OK ... I'll show you a book. "I ran to my bedroom and gave my father a book. I succeeded on my own. "Look, anyway, I also said not clearly. I just want you to educate me with the above educational methods. " "I don't need to see it first. You said you wanted me to educate you with the above educational methods, and you can still learn well. Well, I was too strict before, and I won't criticize you in the future, but you have to ensure that your grades will be greatly improved. " "Yes, I can guarantee that my grades will be greatly improved." "Well, don't forget our conversation and appointment." I have finished, but I am still thinking about this conversation between my father and me. I'll do it. _ Come on ~ ~ April 2008 12, I was doing my homework at home. On that day, I couldn't do a math problem, so my parents taught me how to solve it. My parents came into the house from the outside and said to me with a smile, "Don't worry, I won't teach you any questions." Dad read the topic several times, and his eyebrows fell down at once, as if he were going to be angry. He said to me, "this question is very simple, that is, you haven't understood the meaning of the topic and its meaning." My head seemed to bang, and I immediately thought about it and said, "Dad, please tell me the meaning of this question, and I will know." My father said to me in a gentle voice, "Son, you have grown up, so you should read the questions by yourself. When you get to high school, your brain will be underdeveloped. " As soon as the voice fell, I heard my mother say, "Yes! If you don't work hard, the boss will be sad. " After listening to my parents' words, I immediately got serious, entered a state of study and did my own thing. My parents also told me a motto of time: "A day's plan lies in the morning, and a year's plan lies in the spring." After listening to this motto, I will study hard and make progress every day, and read the good books I have read about learning again, so that I can improve my learning level and repay my parents with my academic achievements. It is this ancient poem, "Only an inch of long grass is a little sentimental, and it is rewarded with three spring rays."

My father wrote 500 words.

My father

People often say that my father loves me like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not as strict as a mountain, but sometimes it is as gentle as water.

My father is an educated and noble man. Although he is not as rich as other parents, everything he has done for me is absolutely as good as or even better than other children.

Whenever I talk about my father, I can't help crying. He is usually busy at work, but in any case, he insists on greeting my study and life every day. Whenever I have problems in my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to help me. Since school, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher meeting. He once said, "No matter how busy I am, children will always be my first consideration."

Every weekend, I go to my father's work. Sometimes when I arrive, I can't bear to disturb him when I see him at work. I just looked at my old father, with a little white hair on his temples, and I couldn't help crying. It pains me to see that body getting thinner every day. I remember how my father got through it.

And my love for my father is more important than my mother's love. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible. He is a good teacher in my study and a good friend in my life. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to hit me or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I do wrong, he will explore the problem from himself and then educate me. He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me. But I don't hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray.

I am proud of my father. He attaches great importance to the image in life. So his clothes are neat. He once said: "A person's image represents a person's quality".

More than ten years have passed, and my love for my father has deepened. I also know very well that no one can take his place in my life.

Father, don't worry, I won't live up to your expectations. When I grow up, I still remember the way home clearly. Please give me some thanks.