My father has a bad habit he likes smoking very much. I hate it. See, the house is full of smoke. I know its bad for his health as well as mothers and mine. I advise him to give up smoking. Im sure he will follow my advice some day.
Such is my father. I am proud of having such a good father.
My father is a man of devotion. Every morning he gets up the earliest to make breakfast for us. In the evening, he is always the late to come back home.
At weekends, he always takes us to go outing in his car. He is a man of few words, but he often says to me “A little learning is a dangerous thing”. I will always remember these words.
I love my father very much.
I have a good father, father's nose high, big eyes, short stature and thin, but my father can be handsome, my father is also very good, good heart.
Every time I asked Dad to take me to where, Dad would take me there. Once, my father scolded me, because I played computer for five or six hours that day, and that day, how long I cried, dad did not comfort me, I knew Dad was for me, but I was very angry, after five or six days I apologized to my father. I said, "Dad was wrong on that day. I'm sorry." Dad said: "my daughter, Zhicuojiugai is a good child, not the same again, understand?" "Yes." Dad, I see.
Since then, my father did not beat and scold me, this world I most love my father.
I want to say to the children in the world: we must cherish our parents.
My father is a funny and strange father.
Once I saw dad shaving his beard with a razor. I just walked into him. He took him with his beard. I felt very painful. I threw my dad off and said, "your beard is too long to be a broom, and not shave."
Another time, while I was sleeping, I picked up a razor to shave off his beard. When I was just half shaved, my sleeping dad suddenly got up. He opened his eyes and asked, "what do you do with a razor?" Ah! I see. You want to shave off my beard. Dad's voice dropped, and I threw the razor under the bed. Dad said, "beard is my baby. You want to shave it off. There's no door." A few days later, Dad's beard grew again.
After the above two things, I have compiled a poem specially for my father: "Ironweed, one year old coorong. As a razor, and a long day."
My father is a great person. He is a hero in my heart. He is tall but not strong. He is a driver. He often talks a litte and seems that he is serious. Actually, sometimes he is real serious. In my memory, he never hits me except once.
It is because I ignored their forbidding to go swimming in the river alone. I was so sad as my father hit me. But now I understand that it is because he worry about me. Moreover, although our family is not weathy, he will give all the things that I want to me. And he works hard to support our family. I know that he loves us and we also love him.
My father is a teacher and he is working in Korea. I love my father. He can speak English and Korean. He loves me a lot too. I like to travel with my father. He knows a lot on history and culture. I like fishing with my father. It is very interesting and fun.
My father is very busy and he has a lot of work to do. I miss him very much. I love to make friend with my beloved father.
My father is my hero. Father is an important person who is everybody in the world should love， such as me :) My father， Janusz is 55 years old. He has blue eyes. He's quite tall， but a bit shorter than my husband. My father is a fitter-walder and he works with a heavy constructions.
I see him six times a year， because he was working in Ireland from ten years. He is very hard working. Beside that， when he is coming at home (in Poland)， he doing also a houseworks. He says that is always something to do. He makes a dinners whem my mother is outside. However， he likes cooking and his meals are always very tasty. When i was young， he protected me and took care of me with love. He instructed me to be a good person. He is a good model for me since i was born.
I have a hard- work dad.He is very kind and healthy, He loves me very much.
He has a tall nose, two big eyes and short black hair. He’s not tall. But he is very smart.
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 dad is a good senior engineer, he has a round face, high nose on wearing a myopic glasses, I look like him, the two of us together like a pair Die printed out of the same.
Dad worked every morning and evening, and worked so hard. He likes to smoke, drink cola and play computer, but I think smoking is not good for my father, because it will affect his health, as to play the computer, he played a computer game like drilling into the computer like, what forgot The. But one thing is worth learning, and sometimes he late get off work, can not keep up with listening to the stock market class, it will call my mother to help him to record, and so on to return home to study the stock from the study, I admire the father of this both the family and learn Spirit, he often said that the world is changing every day progress, we have to continue to learn advanced things to keep up with the pace of the times. My mother also educated me to learn my father this studious spirit.
In fact, everyone has advantages and disadvantages, but the parents of our love is selfless. Whenever I do not know where to learn to ask my father, he always took the trouble to help me answer. If I still do not understand, my father will again and again patience to explain to me, until I understand so far, finally my father paid in exchange for me one after another good results. When my father was doing well, I always told me not to be proud and to work hard. He often said, "- praise for two minutes, do not be proud!
I know that everyone in the eyes of the father are not the same, but my father in my heart is always the most perfect!