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I have a fickle father. Sometimes, like friends, we are close at hand. Sometimes, just like strangers, they are strangers to each other and far away. His personality characteristics can be completely described by the advertising words of the seven wolves.
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My father loves me very much. But he doesn't take care of every little thing in my life like my mother, so that I often think he hates me. Whenever I make a mistake and get beaten, I often have an impulse to chop him to death with a kitchen knife. When I was beaten, I always wondered if I had anything to do with him.
I remember when I traveled to Beijing with the summer camp, my father didn't come to see me off, only my mother came. Seeing that other students are seeing my parents off, I think my father must have nothing to do with me, otherwise he wouldn't be like this, and he wouldn't come to see me off even if he had to travel far away. On the way to Beijing, I think my father must be celebrating at home now, celebrating that my generation of plague has finally left him. On the day I came back from Beijing, my mother asked me if I wanted to know why my father didn't see me off the day I went to Beijing. I said disdainfully, "He hates me, and it's no big deal." "No," mom said firmly, "you know what? Your father can't bear to part with you and has been talking about you at home. He is afraid that sending you will make him even more sad ... "When I heard this, my nose was sour and my eyes were full of tears. This is the first time I know that my father cares so much about me. It turns out that my father is caring for me with a kind of strict love.
The lonely side of a man
One night after seven o'clock, my father called back and said that he would work overtime and would not come back for dinner. My father works very hard and often works overtime. When he works overtime, he stays up all night. My father is much older because of overtime. Often sitting in front of the computer to work overtime, my father's eyes were extremely tired and his vision plummeted. It was my father who propped up our family! Thinking of my father's busy work and the loneliness of sitting alone in the office, I shed tears of regret that I didn't understand my father.
A man's proud face
One year in the final exam, I only got 24 points because I was addicted to the internet. When I got home, I was wondering how my father would punish me, but my father said to me strangely calmly, "Failure is not terrible, but falling down is terrible!" " Summarize the reasons for this failure, take this as a starting point, and strive for good results. "Then I analyzed the reasons with my father and helped me study and solve my problems. After my father's guidance and my unremitting efforts, my grades have soared. In the final exam, I tried my best and finally won the first place in the whole grade. This is my first time to get an honorary certificate! When I got home, my father was ecstatic to see my certificate of honor. The next day, someone mentioned this to his father, and his father stood up proudly. This is my father's proudest thing. At this moment, I saw my father's proud face.
A man's conquering face
I often play online games in internet cafes and have been arrested countless times. I will not change my original intention, whether it is the abuse of my parents or the dissuasion of my teacher. Every time the teacher calls me dad, because my dad firmly believes that "a stick makes a good man", sometimes I get beaten to scream. Without exception, I was caught again this time. I wonder what cruel means my father will use to punish me. But I didn't expect my father to forgive me for the first time and tell me a true story: my father used to go out to surf the Internet as often as I did, but he never changed. After I was born, I also went to Internet cafes to play and often stayed up late. Later, grandma told dad that she had a family and was responsible for it. Just like a tough rope tied to my father's violent horse, it makes him docile. Father said, I also want to find a rope to spur me, that is my future and future. My father's words made me deeply blame myself and showed me my father's conquest.
My father is like a wolf. Beneath his strong appearance, there is a gentle heart hidden. He loves me, but he never dotes on me. He loves me in different ways.
My father is like a wolf. He put me in the vast desert and made me suffer from wind and rain, but he always guarded me in the dark and didn't let me lose my way.
Example (2) My mother
My mother is a teacher. She works as a teacher in a primary school in * *. She goes out early and comes back late every day. She gave her students a lot of precious things, but I couldn't get them. Sometimes I am even a little jealous of my mother's students, thinking, I wish I were my mother's students!
My mother, a pair of small and intense eyes, although a little small, but with that majesty. Shallow eyebrows, straight nose and small cherry mouth are all beauties on her oval face. Many people say that mom is beautiful and happy, but she just doesn't show it. Although mother is forty years old, she is well maintained! Teachers often worry about their students. If they have more troubles, they will naturally have more white hair. But I don't know why, white hair and my mother didn't have a chance. Up to now, her hair is still black and bright, making others think that she is not old. Mom has a good figure, but she has one shortcoming-"big ass." Whenever I talk about her ass, she will certainly defend herself like this: "What's wrong with her big ass?" It's not good for a woman to have no ass! " I don't know what to say!
At work, my mother is diligent and earnest. Every day, she will give lessons to her students and never complain. Mom is very patient. If a student has any questions she doesn't know, she won't give up until she finishes teaching the student union. Sometimes, she even forgets to have lunch in order to give her students an extra lesson. She didn't get home until after half past six in the evening. In order to correct students' homework, she often stays up late. Finally, my mother and I made some achievements. My mother has won the title of "excellent teacher" many times.
At home, although I seldom see my mother every day, my mother's love for me will not decrease. Every night, my mother will wait for me to fall asleep before going to bed, and she will get up several times at night to cover me. My mother will try her best to buy me what I want to eat.
Mom, I am proud that you are a competent mother and even more proud that you are an excellent teacher!
my idea of a good teacher
Every student has a standard to measure a good teacher in his heart. In my primary school career, I met many good teachers, some humorous, some amiable, some strict … and the good teacher in my mind is our English teacher, Miss Wang.
Miss Wang is an English teacher in our class. I still remember the first English class, when a strange man came into the classroom, his stomach was as big as a big watermelon. He introduced himself: "My name is Wang Zhaoyong. You can call me Miss Wang. From today, I will be your English teacher. " Teacher Wang is very strict in class. His eyes are fixed on every student. As long as he finds that someone is not listening carefully, he will approach the students, "confiscate" his playthings and tell him to listen carefully and grasp every minute of the class, otherwise you will not learn what others have learned. However, sometimes it is not so lucky. Teacher Wang said that he likes to listen to the sound of tearing paper best. If he reads books that have nothing to do with the class, he will tear them up.
Although Mr. Wang is very strict with us, I think he is sometimes very kind. Maybe he is our "friend".
The teacher's duty is to teach and educate people, and teaching should be "teaching people to fish" rather than "teaching people to fish"; Educating people should be to cultivate children's good qualities. Our teacher is such a good teacher who takes the development of students as his own responsibility.
Example (4) This is me.
I am of medium height, with bright eyes, short nose, curious ears and jagged teeth. Let's look at some stories about me-
Dengguishan
It was a Sunday morning, and I went to Guishan with my parents. Before coming to the majestic Turtle Peak, my father and I decided to have a look and experience the artistic conception of the poem "Infinite scenery on a dangerous peak", but my mother never let us climb it because the steps leading to the peak are dangerous, straight and steep, like a chain hanging in the air. However, my father and I insisted on climbing to the top, and we climbed it carefully step by step. Although my father and I were very tired and found the road ahead difficult and dangerous, we didn't stop there. Along the way, we helped and encouraged each other, overcame all kinds of difficulties and finally climbed to the top of the mountain. Finally, I felt the realm of "I will see the hill from the top of the mountain", the landscape of "I am not afraid of floating clouds covering my eyes, but only born at the highest place", and the philosophy of "Looking at the side of the mountain horizontally, the heights are too cold".
-I have the courage to climb and persevere.
Query formula
I remember when I was in the sixth grade, I listened carefully every time, so there were almost no exercises that I couldn't do in the sixth grade. However, I was stumped when I was doing an Olympic math problem about square number subtraction. So, with the idea of "I won't stop until this problem is solved", I worked hard to calculate and try my best to find the answer. After hard thinking, tossing and turning, I finally found the formula of square number subtraction-the difference between two square numbers is equal to the product of the sum of two numbers and the difference between two numbers.
-I dare to explore and get to the bottom of it.
Lose an exam score
Although I have many advantages, I also have many shortcomings. Look, if you don't believe me-
I remember that in the recent "Boda School" entrance exam, I successfully solved all the previous questions, so I was very happy, got carried away and accidentally finished the last one. When I walked out of the examination room, I suddenly realized that my last question was wrong and I came up with the correct answer. As a result, I was only two points short of the eighth place.
-I was careless and carried away.
After listening to the above story, you should know something about me! You will say, "You are a person who dares to climb, persevere, explore, get to the bottom of it, be careless and get carried away."
You will definitely ask, who am I? To tell the truth, I'm in Class * * of * * Middle School.
Mom, I can only love you silently like this.
Many times, I don't want to touch the memories of the past, so I will find that my scars are still there, as if I should forget everything clearly, but all the memories about that time are reproduced because of this theme.
My mother, an out-and-out housewife, looks ordinary and has read some books. She married my father before she was twenty.
Up to now, I can't understand how mom and dad feel about each other. People in those days were often matchmakers, and they decided to live for life. They have never been in love, but they have been in love all their lives.
My mother always said that she was a busy person and didn't even have time to live, die and die. No one knows the hardships and bitterness of this sentence better than I do. Everything is because of my father!
Dad grew up grumpy and paranoid, which is a typical male chauvinism. He often feels depressed. Because of a little thing, my mother will be scolded by him. In front of my father, my mother always looked down carefully, but still dared not say anything, for fear of causing more beatings ... once my mother couldn't stand it, drinking pesticides in the middle of the night. What makes me afraid to ask?
At that time, I was young and often hid in terror. I hate my father, his temper, his lawlessness and his inhumanity to my mother. Every time I hear my mother say behind my back that I won't talk to my father, I am filled with joy and naively expect them to divorce early, because then my mother will not be so painful, but in the end my mother still can't bear to part with my sister. For this family, for the children, she spared no effort to pay silently.
So, in the later years, I was carried by my mother through a long dark mountain road in the middle of the night and bumped back to my grandmother's house; There are countless tossing and turning nights, I saw my mother burying her head in the quilt and sobbing silently. So I hate myself, I hate myself for not growing up quickly, I hate myself for not being a man, I can't protect my mother, I can't stand up for my mother and stop my father's evil deeds!
My mother won't allow me to hate my father. She told me that my father's heart is actually good, but his bad temper determines what he does. His parents died young and didn't study for a few years. The hardships and frustrations of life made him taste the hardships of life prematurely ... I believe my mother's words, because my father will regret it every time afterwards, but he can't control himself as soon as his temper comes up.
At home, dad is a tiger. He is arbitrary. If he is a little unhappy, he will take it out on his mother. She must listen to what he says and do what he tells her. She must find something at once. If he is angry and doesn't eat, she will always persuade him to eat like a child. Otherwise, none of us dare to eat this meal.
Stubborn and stubborn when I grow up, I can't stand such a family environment. I escaped from it and tried to run away from home many times, vowing never to return to this home that made me sad and tearful. I didn't know how worried my mother was at that time. Until that day, I had another quarrel with my father for my mother, and my father told me to get out of this house. My mother pulled me desperately and cried not to let me go. Facing my heartbroken and tearful mother, I almost woke up hysterically. I can't stand up to my father like this. How sad my mother will be if I leave, and how my father will take it out on my mother. I can walk away, but only my mother will suffer. I must apologize to my father for my poor mother's sake. In any case, I can't leave this house!
I know that my father still loves me, but his autocratic thought can never tolerate the children's resistance to him, just like the mother's obedience to him all her life, so should we!
In my father's mind, I always thought that I was my mother's sky, and marrying him was my mother's blessing. Without my father, my mother will live a hard life for farming like other rural women.
In the face of such a father, I will be even more disgusted. It is clearly the fallacy that he is unreasonable, but he is so overbearing and unreasonable!
Mom is not easy. How can he understand? Has he ever worked hard at home and outside? For decades, my mother has been like a spinning top, supporting this family with her thin shoulders. How can I live without my mother outside my home? It has been a habit for many years. Whether it is a father or a sister, the first thing to do when entering the house is to find a mother. The first sentence is "Mom". When mom was away, the whole family was at a loss. Father doesn't know where to change clothes every day, and the lights are on and off. But even so, he still won't admit his dependence on his mother. With her warmth, he felt at ease, but he disagreed!
In other words, as long as his mother is by his side, he will never understand how important his mother is to him!
For many years, my mother worked hard to serve my father, but my father never knew how to pity my mother. My mother has coronary heart disease, and she often feels chest tightness and can't breathe. But in such a family environment, why doesn't she get angry? She knew that she was ill, and even if she was ill, she quietly found some medicine for herself, for fear that her father would blame her for being angry.
"After all these years, I still don't know what your father's temper is, and I'm used to it," my mother always said calmly.
My heart ached like a wrench. This is my mother. My mother has suffered all her life, but she still can't think about herself bit by bit!
Today's mother has become haggard and aging, and my retired father has changed his temper. I have grown up, married, and gradually stopped hating, and learned to be patient and tolerant. I know there are still many responsibilities waiting for me in my life. For this family, for my mother, I can only silently love you with my kindness and filial piety for 1000 times and 10000 times, and repay you, my dear mother!
Oh, friend, you don't know me, do you? Never mind, please look at a color photo: leaning against the towering green hills, facing the turbulent sea, sitting on the top of the rock with a boy wearing small glasses, laughing mischievously, looking absorbed as if he were meditating, and looking forward to a better future. Oh, this is me, a sunny boy who loves life, nature and passion.
I am quiet and shy in the eyes of teachers. Every time I answer questions in class, the teacher always encourages me with kind eyes. As soon as I got to the station, I didn't know when that timidity hit me. In front of everyone, I am very confused. So the voice is as low as a mosquito. Especially when reading the text, my voice sometimes trembles. How many times have I said to myself: I can't go on like this, I must be bold. Otherwise, I'm sorry for those eyes full of encouragement and expectation. I will be brave one day.
In the eyes of my classmates, I am introverted, introverted and helpful. "Your inner world is really rich!" "You are very caring!" This is my classmate's evaluation of me. I am a person who doesn't want to be silent, how can I hide this childlike innocence in front of my peers! So talking and laughing, fighting and making noise, I was very happy. Words with a full stomach jump in laughter, and chorus floats in the air. I am a person in the circle of classmates and feel the strength and warmth of friendship. I savor this invisible friendship all the time, and I have won friends. My classmates and I have learned to be kind and tolerant of others.
In the eyes of my mother, I am a good boy. My mother regards me as her hope and her pride. I am looking forward to entering primary and secondary schools. Now I am a higher vocational student with a "two-month" education. It is also a key stop in my life journey to reach this brand-new platform. I will stay here for five years. When I first set foot on the Overseas Chinese Hospital, I was down to earth for the first time, not just a dream. My heart is full, and I see every building here, not the seemingly unreachable place in my dream. I feel like I've grown up again. Grow up quickly. I long for spring rain, and now I have it. I stretch my branches to the sky, and I send my slogan to the earth: there is no best, only better. I want to study hard, repay the society and my mother.
I am brave, strong and persistent at heart. I will bravely go on, with enthusiasm, with ideals, with tenacious perseverance to improve myself and shape myself. I hope more people will help me and care about me. Let's be good friends.
This is me, this is my introduction, which may be very simple and ordinary. I think in a few years or longer, when I have the experience of life, I am going to write an autobiography, which will be more exciting at that time.
Read you, teacher. I want to read you. How many days, you have taught us knowledge; How many nights have you worked hard to prepare lessons? Yes, teacher, I understand you, your hard work and teaching.
I remember once, we did badly in the exam, and even a person who has always been good at Chinese had to give in below 85 points. Let's correct the examination paper by ourselves after you have finished it calmly, while you walk quietly into the corridor. I noticed tears in the corner of your eyes. When I came back, my eyes were red and my nose was red. You announced the class was over. After class, I went to the office with some careful girls. Sure enough, you cried. Do you know that?/You know what? Do you know that?/You know what? Our hearts are also hurting and crying.
The next day, you still stood in front of the podium and analyzed the text carefully and thoroughly for us "black sheep". Looking at your exquisitely designed blackboard writing and faint eyes, listening to your fluent article analysis, I understand that you stayed up late to prepare lessons again last night.
This class is extremely efficient. Some students who are usually active are surprisingly good today. Do they understand you? When the class was over, you showed a gratified smile.
Although I have graduated, my heart deeply moistened by your teachings still remembers you. I have read you thousands of times, and I miss you. I understand your teaching, your kindness and everything you have done for us. "Silkworms will weave until they die in spring, and candles will drain the wick every night." Teacher, I believe you are still paying silently. Your persuasion will be read and understood by more people.
The experience of buying cherries
Society is inseparable from honesty, and a person must be honest and trustworthy to be accepted and accommodated by society. Coincidentally, I happened to meet a dishonest person in my life.
On that day, the sun was like fire and it was as hot as an oven. Helpless, go and buy some fruit to moisten my dry throat.
My mother and I risked being burned and set foot on the road to the food market. When I came to the food market, I saw a group of three vendors and a group of five vendors sitting there with a cattail leaf fan in their hands. What a leisurely life! Seeing the buyer coming, I stood up to buy and sell. I didn't buy food, so I took my mother directly to the fruit stand.
Ha! Yes, I've been looking forward to it for several days-cherry! I stared at the bright red cherry. When the stall owner saw it, he knew there was a play and asked with a smile, "Little sister, do you want to buy cherries?" This is new, so cute! "I saw her shrewd eyes looking at my mother and me. I guess she must be guessing whether we are rich or not, so as to beat us to death, and then ask, "Aunt, how much is this a catty?" "Oh, not expensive! "She smiled and held out her fingers, two in her left hand and one in her right." A dollar and two cents? ""hey, you're kidding! It's twelve o'clock! "My mother mia, twelve yuan a catty! Finally, I can't resist the temptation of cherry. Who cares? Buy it!
I am a very picky person, so I have to choose my own cherries. While I was choosing, my mother went to the other side to buy food.
After some careful selection, all the bags are "fine". I handed her the cherry I chose. "Here, I have chosen!" She took the bag with a big smile on her face and asked reluctantly, "Don't you want more points?" It's delicious! ""no." I declined her kindness. She put the bag on the scale for a while, and her hands began to pound on the scale, but her eyes secretly glanced at me from time to time. I cried and said to myself, what the hell! Secretly.
"all right! Twenty pieces. " Her voice trembled, as if afraid that I had found something. Twenty is twenty! I paid the money in a hurry and went to my mother. At this time, there seems to be a smug look on her face. I found my mother, and as soon as she saw me, she asked, "Did you buy it? How much did it cost? " I said, "Twenty." "Look at you, you spent so much at once." Mom said half seriously and half teased me. We walked to the door of the food market together. The more I think about it, the more wrong it is. Just seeing a fair scale at the door, I ran over and put the cherry on the scale: "Auntie, help me weigh it!" " After I told the administrator the unit price and purchase price, she immediately weighed it again for me.
"ah! Little sister, it's only thirteen dollars! " At some point, my aunt became angry. "Tell me which booth it is, and I will accompany you to find him!"
When I found the stall owner, my aunt said, "Ah, it's you again! If she hadn't come here to weigh yourself, you would have cheated a lot of money! " The stall owner frowned, glanced at me sideways, took out seven dollars from his pocket, threw them on the stall, snorted and went in. Aunt shouted inside: "Next time, I will never be soft!" ……
Afterwards, I thought, if the stall owner still cheats customers, then she can't continue to do business here.
Excuse me, if a person does not stress honesty, can he (she) stand in this society?