My father

Father was my first teacher and is my dear friend. When I was a little girl, I used to sit on my father's knees, listening to his stories. The story"Two friends and a Bear"told me"a friend in need is a friend indeed."I will never forget the story"Madame Curie"which tells me a truth"where there is a will,there is a way."Father's stories enriched my life and did a lot of good to my growth.When I was seven years old,I started primary school.I was young,so my father picked me up from school every day.On the way,I told father everything that happened at school.Father listened carefully and always smiled happily. Sometimes I sang a beautiful song. My sweet and lovely voice gave my father the greatest pride.My father is always proud of me. He hopes I will make great progress in my study. Now I have made up my mind to study harder and harder.I'm sure my father's love will lead me to my success and I will love him forever!(本文来自作文库原创：/692233.shtml)My father has small eyes,Wear a pair of glasses,looking more gently,the daddy's hair are not many, he said "the intelligent head does not grow hair"，daddy does the management, but daddy usually ever not talk bureaucratically to others, therefore his personal connection is specially good,is the same as me.daddy speaks always extremely temperately,never say hit the person,curse at people are also few,calculated scolded people not to be big, although sometimes also can be angry for a longtime,but just only about one day,could no surpass in one day-long.He usually educate me that the person must to be honestly,friendly to other,and working diligently.This is my father, I love him forever.My FatherIf someone asks me who affects me most in my life, I will definit ely tell him or her that the person should be no one else but my f ather. As a matter of fact, I have been much affected by father's h umor, kindness, enterprise, strong will ever since I was a little girl. Father is well-known for his humor. He always makes use of his wit and humor to relax tense situation at work. He is m humorous that his colleagues and friends all enjoy staying with him. He also uses humor to create a very happy family atmosphere. My mothertends to chatter over little things. Sometimes she talks angrily wit hout any pause. When this happens, father just listens to her witho ut a word. "Why don't you say a word, man?", mother is more an gry at father. At this time father would give a cup of tea to mothe r , then replies: "Why not have tea first, my dear? Just take your t ime to enjoy it. I'm always your attentive listener." Hearing these words, mother stops talking with her anger gone at once. Such fun ny scenes often appear between father and mother which makes our family life happy and interesting.Father is also very kind to people. He often invites those poor tem porary workers who are far away from home to have dinner with u s. He always helps our neighbors repair bikes, fill the flat, fix lock s, and so on. Whenever any one is in trouble, he never hesitates to offer his warm hands. All this earns him lots of friends and their respect as well.Father is filled with enterprise in his life. He lost many chances of studying before for .some reasons. But he has never given up lear ning all the time. He has read many books on architecture in order to work much better as a house-builder. He has gone through lots of difficulties because of his inadequate education. But he hasn't lost heart at all. He keeps learning with strong will. Now he has be come a very excellent worker in his company.My father is the greatest man in the world. His humor, kindness, e nterprise, and strong will are always the power of my life. I am ve ry proud of my father.本文作者从三个不同的角度描述了父亲的幽默、善良及执著的进取心，作者善于挖掘典型的细节，分别描述了父亲感人至深的品行，尤其对父亲幽默的描写，层层递进、栩栩如生。

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MyFather-我的爸爸My FatherMy father is a tall man with a pair of glasses. Everyone says he is a kind-hearted man. He often helps his neighbours and some strangers whom he doesn't know at all. He has really done a lot for others. I don't like him to do so because I think it has taken him too much time. When I discourage him, he always says with a smile,"The world needs warm hearts."My father loves his family, and loves his work even better. In the company, he is called "workaholic" He spends most of his time working, and often forgets to have meals or to go to bed.As a result,he doesn't enjoy good health.My father likes reading in his spare time. He told me reading was very interesting. I became interested in reading little by little. I like books, because they help me in many ways.My father has a bad habit he likes smoking very much. I hate it. See, the house is full of smoke. I know it's bad for his health as well as mother's and mine. I advise him to give up smoking. I'm sure he will follow my advice some day.Such is my father. I am proud of having such a good father.My father always stands in the center of my life, from past till now and possibly in the future.My family was rather poor when I was in my childhood. We didn't have our own house and had to live in a shabby, small room rented from my father's factory. The room was so small that there was little space for people to walk. I didn't have my own bed and had to sleep with my parents. This is terrible both for my parents and me.But father made this all different! Since the room was on the third floor, namely, the top floor in that old style building, the roof was quite high above the floor.So father got an idea. He bought two thick ropes and a flat wood that later was planed smooth, painted and drilled two holes on both ends.Then he hung the ends of ropes up to the roof. During the daytime, these two ropes would be tied up so that people down could walk freely! When night came, father would loose the ropes and tied them to the two holes of that flat wood. The length of these ropes was just long enough for me to sit or sleep on the board without other's help.So in this way my lovely, removable bed was born.When winter came, this special bed obviously wouldn't be able to make me feel warm enough. But father always had his so lution! He built a garret using some flat wood and iron sticks right above the bed. With some used iron tubes, he made an iron ladder for us to climb up to the garret. Besides, he made a wood en desk for me to do my homework, and some simple furniture for my clothes, books and something else he had in fact made a small bedroom for me.At first, my mother and I dared not climb for fear that it might collapse. But father climbed it everyday to prove its safety. The garret looked simple even shabby and the ladder seemed to decline soon. But later when I got used to it, I found it as solid as those made by professional carpenters.I carried all my personal things onto that garret. My father and I pasted red papers on the wall and painted the ugly furniture red. So the garret became the first "room" that belonged to me.When I was about to move to my new house, I just didn't want to leave. That garret was created with my father's love and sweat and intelligence, beautified with my hand and filled with so many sweet memories of my family! That hard but sweet life time would live in my memory forever with father stands in the center of it.简评一个贫寒的家庭。