Composition 1 "The Temperature of Love"

Daddy's gaze was twofold.

Look at me like a vicious hungry wolf staring at a fat lamb, and see my mother like a greedy pervert flattering the beauty of a fox.

She is indeed the reincarnation of a vixen, and everything can deceive her father's favor.

Once, when I just broke a bowl, she reprimanded endlessly, and when I muttered, she cried endlessly.

Dad rushed over, and my face was swollen like a pumpkin as a storm and thunder, and an arc of lightning slipped through the sky.

My father swept me out with a stick, and I stood in the courtyard crying, and the moving sky also cried.

The rain mixed with tears flowed into the mouth, I don't know if it was the taste of rain or the taste of tears, sour and astringent.

I think of my own mother, I don't know where I got married, and whether I am also worried about my hard-working children.

Inside the house, the gentle cat circled the owner's buttocks, a soft sigh, a few bursts of laughter, it was the vixen mother and the pervert father flirting.

That night, I had a fever of forty degrees, which is the temperature of love.

Composition 2 "Mother's Tears"

In the past few years, my father has become more and more cold to my mother, and he no longer seems to care about my mother.

He quit his busy work and went home less and less, and I think he has a new love outside.

Once, in his office, I found him and Secretary Zhang eye-to-eye.

I asked him, "Does Secretary Zhang like you, and you like Secretary Zhang too?"

He said: "What does a child know, I just have a general cadre-group relationship with her. ”

I think their cadre-group relationship is not ordinary.

Because Secretary Zhang's working hours have been extended a lot and her work field has expanded a lot, she has encroached on all her father's time and arranged all of her father's affairs.

The poor mother could only cry secretly during the night.

This is typical of emotional transfer.

Essay 1: "The Depth of Father's Love"

Dad used to say, "If anyone bullies you, beat him to death!"

I said, "The teacher doesn't let you fight." ”

Dad said, "If you listen to your teacher, you won't be able to live in the world." ”

Once, a classmate hit me, and I didn't fight back.

Dad was so angry that he was furious: "If you don't fight back, you will come back and beat you flat, and you won't be able to suffer a loss outside!"

As a result, the classmate hit me again, and I still didn't fight back.

Dad picked up the stick, beat me until my skin was open, and cried dad and called mother.

"You went to school, don't beat that student, come back and I'll beat you!"

I couldn't help it, and when I got to the class, I saw the boy tying his shoes, and I kicked him down, and when I got home, my father gave me 100 yuan.

"Yes, it's my child!"

I found out that the student was afraid of me, others were afraid of me, and I solved the problem that the teacher couldn't solve.

Since then, my courage has gradually increased, step by step from gentle to savage, from suffering losses to gaining the upper hand.

Dad praised me every time: "There is a kind, don't die in a fight, it's my seed!"

Another time, a senior student hit me, and my father was so angry that he hit the student in the face.

Although I felt that his way was wrong, when I saw my father, who was a dignified seven-foot man, tears of love rolled down.

I know the depth of a father's love.

Essay 2 "Daddy's Concern"

Dad was very obedient to me.

When I was a child, I used to ride his tall horse around every corner of the house, and when I grew up, I would give whatever I wanted.

He never beat me, nor did he allow me to have any wind or rain outside.

His "iron fist" once beat all the children in the village, and the parents who provoked him came to the door, but they were all blocked by his father's "good face".

Once, when the head teacher asked me to stand outside for a while, my father and the head teacher had a big argument and threatened to sue him at the Education Bureau and stab him at the newspaper office.

The head teacher's face changed so much that he no longer cared about me, and the other teachers also avoided me like a plague.

How my dad cares about me!

This is typical of abetment defects.

Essay "Don't Get Tired"

"Don't get tired, kid!"

Dad often comforted me.

"I've got three acres of land for you. ”

"Ah Si in the neighborhood, a sixteen-year-old adult, earns 80 yuan a day. Don't go to school, count the time to go to school.

From elementary school to junior high school, from junior high school to high school, from high school to university, you can't get married at the age of twenty-four or five, and it's not easy to assign jobs. ”

Mother often said the same thing.

In fact, no matter how much they cared about me, they couldn't guess my heart: I didn't like to study, but I liked to go to school, and this was the only way to escape from labor.

The head teacher is really hateful, and he is called his parents again, and I hate him very much.

"Your child doesn't study at all, and his grades are always at the bottom of the list. ”

Dad smiled and made a sound,

"Your child doesn't study at all, and his grades are always at the bottom of the list. ”

The damn homeroom teacher repeated, and my dad replied slowly, "Will he still be able to get into school?" ”

"You might as well let him go to the countryside!"

"My mom and I were too busy to take care of him. ”

"The key is that he affects a large area!"

"It can't be affected, it can't be affected!"

Dad smiled, and the damn homeroom teacher went out with a blue face.

Dad called me over and said with concern.

"Don't get tired, kid!"

This is typical of the ideal shackles.

Essay 1 "I Hit Dad"

My family is extremely warm, and my dad often puts one hand around my mom and the other around me.

He used to feed my mother a piece and then me a piece during meals, and he often used stories and antics to make us happy.

He angered my mother a little, and my mother ordered me, "Good girl, hit him!"

I ran over and slapped him twice in the face, and he smiled happily: "Good girl, good girl, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, it doesn't hurt, two more times!"

I flew over again, "snapped" two palms, and then hurriedly hid behind my mother's back, my mother's laughter echoed in the air, and my father's eyebrows were also happy.

He bent over and ran over and lifted me up gently, spinning in the air, laughter spinning over his head.

Essay 2 "The Taste of Father's Love"

Dad was a man of great equality. As I grew up, I became the leader of my family, and when I yelled at them, they obeyed.

Even when I was coquettish, I scolded his name, and he was not angry at all.

Dad was a very gentle man, he never beat me up, and he didn't allow anyone to be inferior to him.

Once, the hateful homeroom teacher did not reprimand me for a trivial matter.

I felt very aggrieved and told my dad that he ran to the school regardless of the work in hand, taught the class teacher a lesson, and then hugged me and cried silently.

Tears flowed down my face and into my mouth, and I felt the taste of fatherly love.

This is typical of pampering.

Essays like this are all seen with people's own eyes when they hear laughter.

Although they have undergone literary processing and are only a very small number of students, they are enough to become a haze that envelops the hearts of people who smell laughter.

Hearing the laughter and looking at the composition, Xia Yuan said to the teachers: "Look at this news is miserable!"

"What's wrong, got into a car accident?"

"It's worse than a car accident, because there was a conflict between classmates, and the father killed the other party with his children!"

"Ah, how can you educate a child like this!"

"Killed two students!"

"Kill others, and kill yourself at the same time!"

Wu Youcheng said slowly, and he also saw his helplessness and sorrow.

"If you didn't kill the teacher, it's good!"

Hongyun Lu also said.

Hongyunlu is right. Dear reader, if you were a teacher, would you dare to manage such a student?