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从乡下来的父亲 父亲是3天前的一个下午来的，当时无人在家，他搁下背兜蹲在门口抽叶子烟。傍晚，楼上的张婆告诉我，她下楼撞见父亲，以为是盲流，呵斥他走开，父亲惶惶不安：“这是我儿的家呢！”我向父亲求证此事时，父亲正在厨房择菜。他像犯了错的孩子，局促地站起来，搓着双手，目光游移，嗫嚅着说：“下次，我一定穿周正一点。”我本是怕父亲心灵受到创伤，欲安慰他一番的，岂料他不但没有半点委屈和愤慨，反而以为自己丢了我的丑而深感惭愧。我心里有种说不的痛。 家里不宽敞，我们把父亲和儿子安排在一间屋里。父亲进屋不久，我就听见巴掌落在脸上的声音，开门一看，见儿子正大吵大闹：“你脏，你脏，不准你亲我，滚出去！” 父亲不知所措地捂着脸。“他是你爷爷，你爸爸的爸爸，我是他一手一脚养大的， 你知道吗？小子！”我对儿子动了武。听到儿子的哭声，妻子一把把他抱过去，对我怒目而视。父亲垂着手，呆呆地站在一旁，又像犯错一般。夜已很深，隔壁的我还听见父亲辗转反侧的声音。 次日早晨，妻用不友善的腔调对父亲交待：“茶几上有好烟，有烟缸，别抽叶子烟，别乱抖烟灰。别动音响，别动气灶，别动冰箱，别动电视……”父亲谦恭地说：“叫我动，我也动不来的。”中午我和妻子回来，看见满地的水，父亲正蹲在地上，拿着帕子，手忙脚乱地擦地板。妻子一甩手进了卧室，“砰”地一下关了门。父亲便立即又像做错事一般，不知所措起来。我按按他肩：“爸爸，您想帮我们拖地板是吧？”父亲点头。我便拿出拖把，给他示范了一番，然后交给他：“您试试父亲”。他试着拖净了剩下的半间客厅，看了一遍又一遍，然后望着我，一脸感激。 下午下了一场小雨，下班回来不见父亲，妻子顿时火冒三丈，对我大发脾气。我和她唇枪舌剑，互不相让。正斗至酣处，门铃响了，父亲站在门口，湿漉漉的头发搭在皱纹堆砌的额头，松树皮一样的手提着一个塑料袋。他鞋也没脱就进了屋。 妻子“哼”了一声，又进了卧室。我说：“爸爸，吃饭吧！”父亲说：“吃吧， 吃吧，我孙儿呢？” 孩子被妻子送到岳母家去了，若父亲知道内情一定会伤心，我只得对他撒了一个谎。 父亲盯着我看了一阵儿，若有所悟，默默地离开饭桌，打开身边的袋子，拿出两袋核桃粉、两瓶蜂糖、一袋健脾糕。父亲说：“我去买东西了，不会买，也不知你们缺啥，就琢磨着买了这些。”父亲顿了顿又说：“蜂糖治胃病，你记着，一早一晚都要喝一勺；她是用脑的人，核桃粉补脑 ；孙儿胃口不好，瘦，就给他买了健脾糕，吃了开胃。” 父亲最后从贴身衣兜里拿出一个塑料袋，说：“这5000块钱是我卖鸡卖猪攒的，都攒3年了。我用处不大，你拖家带口的用得着，拿着。我明天要回去了，你有空就回来。没空回来，爸也不怪你，你们忙，单位纪律严呢！”说完父亲笑了一笑，摸出叶子烟，正要点，可能想起了妻的交待，又揣了回去，但舌头舔嘴唇的细节将他此时的欲望暴露无遗。我给父亲卷了支烟，也给自己卷了一支。我俩中间隔着张饭桌面对面坐着，烟雾缭绕，我们都不说话。 父亲执意要走，他说他惦念屋边的塘，惦念塘边的田，惦念那条跟他一起串东家串西家的大黑狗。怎么留也不行，我决定叫辆出租车送他回去。富康车开到父亲身边，但一生都没有坐过小车的父亲却不知怎么打开车门。他的手在车门上东摸西摸，一脸尴尬。我上前一步，弯下腰来，打开车门，服侍父亲坐进车，再为他关上车门。父亲伸出头来，一脸的幸福，他在为儿子的举止而激动啊。他说 ： “儿啊，爸算是村里最有福气的人了。”说完，抬手抹着眼圈，憨憨地笑着。我顿时百感交集。 活在世上，活在城里，活在官场，我在许多人面前弯过腰，为许多人开过车门，但从没有为父亲弯腰开过车门。我为别人开车门的时候，从没有像今天这样毕恭毕敬，表里如一过。父亲是农民，我是干部，父亲是庄稼人，我是城里人，父亲这辈子已无法超越我的高度，但我有今天全仰仗父亲的奠基。父亲为我弯了一辈子腰，吃了一辈子 苦，操了一辈子心，而我呢？仅仅为他开了一次车门，就叫他心满意足感动异常…… 车越开越快，望着父亲离这个人情味淡薄的城市越来越远，突然间有一种冲动让我心头一颤，禁不住泪水潸然而下……建议：想要作文水平提高，多读好书！

"Maybe you will forget those who shared pleasure with you, but you will remember those who tasted tears with you. " Kahlil Cirbran Everyone has a lot of friends and he must have his own friendship as well. But usually only when you get into trouble, will you know what the true friendship is. The friend in need is the friend in deed. Only the real friends will help you when you are in trouble. If you establish your friendship when you are in trouble, make it go on forever. Maybe a boy and a girl become good friends. They feel very happy when they are each other, but other students may think that they have fallen in love. If you were one of them, what would you do? If I were in that position, I would not care about what anyone else may say. I only care about her feeling. We should know that our friendship is pure without anything bad mixed. Friendship is very important for everyone, so I will let my friendship last forever. Everyone should know that he can not lose his opposite sex friends. If you do not make friends with your opposite sex classmates, then you have already lost half of the friends. So you can make friends with all your classmates, and don't be shy. You should also pay enough attention to the friendship that you have already established. Don’t undermine it unless you want to hurt him. You should never try to do so, for if you do that you will lose much in emotion. Please cherish everything that you have already possessed. Maybe you don't care about it now. But when you lose it, you will find that how important it is. “你也许会忘记那些与你一同笑过的人，但是你将永远记住那些与你一同伤心落泪的人。”每个人都有很多朋友，也一定有属于他自己的友谊。但是，通常只有当你遇到困难时，你才能知道什么是真正的友谊。患难见真情，只有真正的朋友会在你身处困境时帮助你。如果你在逆境中将友谊建立，那么请让它继续到永远。 也许一个女孩和一个男孩成为了好朋友，他们在一起会感到很幸福。但是，其他同学会认为他们相爱了。如果你是其中之一，你会怎么办？如果是我，我将不会在乎别人说什么，我只在乎她的感觉。我们应该明白，我们的友谊是纯洁的，是不含任何杂质的。友谊对每个人都很重要，所以我会让我们的友谊继续下去。 每个人都应该明白你不能失去异性的朋友如果你不与异性同学交朋友，那么你就已经失去了一半朋友。所以你可以与你所有的同学交朋友，不要害羞。你同样也应该重视你已经建立的友谊，不要破坏它，除非你想伤害他。不过，请不要去尝试，如果你这么做你会失去太多的感情请珍惜你所拥有的一切也许你现在并不在乎，但当你失去时你会发现它是多么的重要。

这篇不错 你参考参考哦 不行再说~哦 Every parents is very fond of his children,my parents is not exceptional also.My thing has my parental care a lot of,among them two things,of my for a long time imprint in the heart.Once,I and father go into the street shop,the thing on the street is too much really, I am absorbed in skipping repeatedly belt jump ground edge walks along an edge to look,which still consider the car on the side!Abrupt,an a sudden big stride forward develops father to pull me toward the side,I am tooting the mouth,blame father grouchily. Father tells me:"A moment ago on the side had sailed an autocycle,if you return the past 2 centimeters,your small order with respect to one cannot say for sure." at this moment,I feel father is so great,tear is abrupt an excessive is full my orbit.relatively father loves darkly then,maternal love appears particularly meticulous,warm. I study this term final that day,mom early rises cook breakfast,wait for me to wash gargle to end,when preparation has breakfast,mom says the thing that wants

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For the Love of My Father Over the years, I never thought of my father as being very emotional, and he never was, at least not in front of me. Even though he was 68 years old and only five-foot-nine, while I was six feet and 260 pounds, he seemed huge to me. I always saw him as being that staunch disciplinarian who rarely cracked a smile. My father never told me he loved me when I was a child, and I never held it against him. I think that all I really wanted was for my dad to be proud of me. In my youth, Mom always showered me with “I love you’s” every day. So I really never thought about not hearing it from my dad. I guess deep down I knew that he loved me, he just never said it. Come to think of it, I don’t think I ever told him that I loved him, either. I never really thought about it much until I faced the reality of death.On November 9th, 1990, I received word that my National Guard unit was being activated for Operation Desert Shield. We would convoy to Fort Ben Harrison, Indiana, and then directly to Saudi Arabia. I had been in the Guard for 10 years and never dreamed that we would be activated for a war, even though I knew it was what we trained for. I went to my father and gave him the news. I could sense he was uneasy about me going. We never discussed it much more, and eight days later I was gone.I have several close relatives who have been in the military during war time. My father and uncle were in World War II, and two brothers and a sister served in Vietnam. While I was extremely uneasy about leaving my family to serve my country in a war zone, I knew it was what I had to do. I prayed that this would make my father proud of me. My father is very involved in the Veterans of Foreign Wars organization and has always been for a strong military. I was not eligible to join the Veterans of Foreign Wars because I had not been in a war zone—a fact that always made me feel like I didn’t measure up in my father’s eyes. But now here I was, his youngest son, being shipped off to a foreign land 9,000 miles away, to fight a war in a country we had barely heard of before.On November 17, 1990, our convoy of military vehicles rolled out of rural Greenville, Michigan. The streets were filled with families and well-wishers to see us off. As we approached the edge of town, I looked out the window of my truck and saw my wife, Kim, my children, and Mom and Dad. They were all waving and crying, except for my father. He just stood there, almost like a stone statue. He looked incredibly old at that moment. I don’t know why, he just did.I was gone for that Thanksgiving and missed our family’s dinner. There was always a crowd, with two of my sisters, their husbands and children, plus my wife and our family. It disturbed me greatly that I couldn’t be there. A few days after Thanksgiving I was able to call my wife, and she told me something that has made me look at my father in a different way ever since.My wife knew how my father was about his emotions, and I could hear her voice quaver as she spoke to me. She told me that my father recited his usual Thanksgiving prayer. But this time he added one last sentence. As his voice started to crack and a tear ran down his cheek, he said, “Dear Lord, please watch over and guide my son, Rick, with your hand in his time of need as he serves his country, and bring him home to us safely.” At that point he burst into tears. I had never seen my father cry, and when I heard this, I couldn’t help but start to cry myself. My wife asked me what was wrong. After regaining my composure, I said, “I guess my father really does love me.”Eight months later, when I returned home from the war, I ran over and hugged my wife and children in a flurry of tears. When I came to my father, I embraced him and gave him a huge hug. He whispered in my ear, “I’m very proud of you, Son, and I love you.” I looked that man, my dad, straight in the eyes as I held his head between my hands and I said, “I love you too, Dad,” and we embraced again. And then together, both of us cried.Ever since that day, my relationship with my father has never been the same. We have had many deep conversations. I learned that he’s always been proud of me, and he’s not afraid to say “I love you” anymore. Neither am I. I’m just sorry it took 29 years and a war to find it out.