I have a hard- work dad.He is very kind and healthy, He loves me very much.
He has a tall nose, o big eyes and short black hair. He's not tall. But he is very *** art.
He's funny. He likes to do sports very much.I think his favourite colour is red. Because he has many red things. My dad usually tells me: Failure is the mother of success.
He looks after me well. The weather has been cold, he calls me to put on the clothes.
He is a good dad. I like to stay with my dad.
My father's name is Wang Yaohan. He has an English name, Jack. He is thirty-eight years old. My father is a worker. He works in a factory. He has o big eyes and o big ears. He has short hair. My father is very thin. He is only fifty kilograms. He likes learning English very much. He learns English everyday. My father likes watching TV. His favorite television channel is CCTV-10, because he can learn a lot English from the program Outlook English at that channel.
English is my father's good friend. I am my father's friend, too.
My parents are very strict.Because I have so many family rules.For example,i can't go out with my friends at school nights.On weekends,i have to go home before nine p.m.It's strict,but i think it's necessary.And i must finish my homework in time.I can't play puter games.I have to wash clothes by myself.I have to get up at six o'clock every morning.And i have to be in bed by ten o'clock.Thanks to these rules.I can live health.But i think to be in bed by ten o'clock is unfair!Students need nine hours sleep!And i think play some puter games is not badly.Soi think the family rules can make some change.
我的父母非常严格.因为我拥有如此多的家庭规则.举例来说，夜晚我不能去我的朋友在学校.在周末，我回家之前，9时有严格的，但我认为这是必要的.
我必须完成我的功课的时间.我不能玩电脑游戏.我要自己洗衣服.
我不得不起床六点钟每早晨.和我必须在床上的十点钟.
由于这些规则.I能够生活健康.但是我认为要在床上的十点钟是不公平的！学生需要9个小时的睡眠！
我觉得玩一些电脑游戏不严重.瑞认为，家庭规则可以作出一些改变.
my dad
Hi,everyone.Let me introduce my dad for you.My dad is 36.He is a architect.He has lots of hobby.Such as football,read books and so on.He is good at swimming.How about you father?
记得有多写点，懂吗？这样考试时才能多得分，当然，不能太多。
My father was born in 1968 jan. 5, he is a teacher, hard working,
Three years ago she in the countryside in a middle school work, he often goes to work by bus, Monday to Friday he stayed at home, school, weekend afternoon he often and his students play basketball, his students all like him very much,
Now he was in town of 5 middle school work, he walk to work every day, he is very busy with work, often work deep into the night,
I love my father, for dad proud.
Let it be you not write good?
My dad is a tall and handsome middle-aged man. He has big eyes and short hair.He is a bus driver . He is strict with me all the time, but when I finished my homework, he'd be glad to take me out to play. Most important of all, he loves me and mom very much.Of course, I love my dad very much.
我爸爸是位又高又帅的中年人。他长着大大的眼睛和短发。他是一个巴士司机。爸爸总是对我很严格，但只要我写完作业他就会很乐意带我出去玩儿。最重要的是爸爸很爱很爱我和妈妈。当然，我也很爱我的爸爸。
My dad is a good man and he is a great dad as well.
He is a strong man with black hair.He is more than forty years old.He is an engineer.He is strict about his work.Every day ,he goes to work early and es back late.In his free time,he often does many interesting things.He likes playing football,swimming and playing the piano.He always plays ball games with me every weekend.He often goes to work all day and all night,but he still finds time to help me with my studies.He is strict about my study,and he is strict with me as well.
I love my dad.He is kind, *** art and hard-working.
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my mum
she es home,cooks supper for us,and cleans our house every day.
now she is setting the table befor supper
too busy to laugh or play.
she reads recipe（食谱） or promotion newsletters（促销宣传单）
to help my dad to save money and make our life better.
soon she will have a rest
she is a wonderful woman, my mum.
then I see her having a bath
in the bathroom
she is a candle, burns herself, and light others
not misunderstanding（不理解）， not misunderstanding me
she is a great woman, my mum.
I hope I can help you ! :)
思考了好久哦
My father is the head of the family, he is not high not fat, have a pair of wisdom in the eyes, nose and ears, short hair, wearing a big glasses.My father is not only a master, or our family humorist. Remember the time, dad asked others to do o dumbbells, that person must send us, father urges us to take good care of the person who came. We hastened to ask her father for whatever reason, dad told us, he will give me the dumbbell to father, Mandarin is not so good," dumbbell" of the" bell" pear" to the" pear", Dad went to work. I bee dejected and despondent to go back to my house, because I hate to eat pear. I heard my mom in indistinct automatic speaking said:" o boxes of pear, so much, to eat, give my mother a box!" Later, my father came back carrying o dumbbells, followed by a person, I quickly ran to ask:" father, you said that o box pear did not." Dad, we got a be all at sea feel at a loss, after a while, he e, one face says helplessly:" when I say pear, when I say is a dumbbell!" Dad make us laugh.On another occasion, during the holidays, mom went to work, dad at home and have a rest. Father to cook after you go to play games to go, I have not been idle, to watch tv. I *** elled a *** ell of burning, he said to his father:" Dad, like rice paste!" The father quickly rushed into the kitchen, to e out and said to me:" all right, you don't say with mother." And to the front of the puter to continue the fight to. After a while, my mother came back, look at my face mysterious look, asked me: "how? Are you okay. I nodded, mother over rice, I secretly with the past, into the pot, pressure cooker edge found by the rice boiled over, only the middle one *** all white. I estimate will be a good start, turned and left the kitchen. He has stood in the kitchen door, mom while carrying a soggy bread edge on the father said:" you are cooking level is too high, the rice cooked black rice,!" Dad be poker-faced to mother explained:" I was black face boiled rice, black rice and of course."Look at these, you must think my dad is very funny. Actually he is in the medical knowledge is very high, is a great doctor. The three of us every time we go out shopping to meet the patient consulted him, he stopped patiently to others to speak what to eat what drugs. Make my mother and I often go a long way, also returns to find his father. When I was ill, my father opened a drug can cure my illness. Now Dad go abroad, most afraid of my mother is ill, on one occasion, I have a cold, have several pairs of medicine didn't work. Later is no way, my mother let dad E-mail from abroad sent us a prescription. Mother according to prescription drug I caught a medicine, can cure my illness. Dad before going abroad, every day to send me to school, meet me after school, never call a" bitter", called a " tired" 。
。I hope my father can e back quickly, let me see his kind face。
I Love You, Dad If God can work through me, he can work through anyone. -St. Francis of Assisi I met a man who came to Tampa for his father's funeral. Father and son hadn't seen each other in years. In fact, according to the son, his fat her had left when he was a boy, and they had had little contact until a bout a year ago, when his father had sent him a birthday card with a no te saying he'd like to see his son again. After discussing a trip to Florida with his wife and children and consu lting his busy schedule at his office, the son tentatively set a date t o visit his father o months later. He would drive his family down whe n school was out for vacation. He scribbled a note and with mixed emoti ons, dropped it in the mail. He heard back immediately. Written on lined paper torn from a spiral no tebook, such as a schoolboy would use, were words of excitement penned in a barely legible scrawl. Misspelled words, poor grammar and incorrec t punctuation bounced off the page. The man was embarrassed for his fat her. He thought ice about the uping visit. It just so happened that the man's daughter made the cheerleading squad at her school and had to go to a camp conducted for cheering technique s. Coincidentally, it started the week after school was out. The trip t o Florida would have to be postponed. His father said he understood, but the son didn't hear from him again f or some time. A note here or there, an occasional call. They didn't say much-muttered sentences, ments about "your mother," a couple of clo uded stories about the man's childhood-but it was enough to put togethe r a few of the missing pieces. In November the son received a call from his father's neighbor. His fat her had been taken to the hospital with heart problems. The son spoke w ith the charge nurse, who assured him his father was doing well followi ng a heart attack. The doctor could provide details. His father said, "I'm fine. You don't have to make a trip out here. The doctor says there was minor damage, and I can go home day after tomorr ow." He called his father every few days after that. They chatted and laughe d and talked about getting together "soon." He sent money for Christmas . His father sent *** all gifts for his children and a pen and pencil set for his son. It was a cheap set, probably purchased at a discount phar macy or variety-type store, and the kids tossed their tokens from Grand pa aside without much notice. But his wife received a precious music bo x made of crystal. Overwhelmed, she expressed her gratitude to the old man when they called him on Christmas Day. "It was my mother's," the ol d man explained. "I wanted you to have it." The man's wife told her hu *** and that they should have invited the old m an for the holidays. As an excuse for not having done so, she added, "B ut it probably would be too cold for him here, anyway.?/P> In February, the man decided to visit his father. As luck would have it , however, his boss's wife had to have an operation, and the man had to fill in and work a few extra hours. He called his father to tell him h e'd probably get to Florida in March or April. I met the man on Friday. He had finally e to Tampa. He was here to b ury his father. He was waiting when I arrived to open the door that morning. He sat in the chapel next to his father's body, which had been dressed in a hands ome, new, navy blue pinstriped suit and laid out in a dark blue metal c asket. "Going Home" was scripted inside the lid. I offered the man a glass of water. He cried. I put my arm around his s houlder and he collapsed in my arms, sobbing. "I should have e soone r. He shouldn't have had to die alone." We sat together until late afte rnoon. He asked if I had something else to do that day. I told him no. I didn't choose the act, but I knew it was kind. No one else came to ho nor the life of the man's father, not even the neighbor he spoke of. It cost nothing but a few hours of my time. I told him I was a student, t hat I wanted to be a professional golfer, and that my parents owned the funeral home. He was an attorney and lived in Denver. He plays golf wh enever he can. He told me about his father. That night, I asked my dad to play golf with me the next day. And befor e I went to bed, I told him, "I love you, Dad."。