1. Write an essay on the psychological description of my father
My father has loved me very much since I was a child. When I was a child, my father would hug me every day when he came home from work. Kiss me. And at that time, as long as I wanted to go to the park without asking, he would tell me to get dressed immediately and say he would take me to the park. My father was a toy engineer. There were many fun and interesting toys in the company where I worked, but children were not allowed in there, so my father brought some toys home from the company for me to play with. Every time I played with gusto, He just looked at me with a smile. Even if I hit him a few times or scolded him a few times, he didn't mind at all. Whenever I encountered something annoying and couldn't think about it, he would tell me a story. He would patiently explain to me until I understood. I was naughty and disobeyed my mother, which made her angry. When my mother wanted to hit me, he would run away quickly. Come to me and prevent my mother from hurting me. I am in the second grade of elementary school, and there is a little brother in the family. I thought that my father would give all his love to his brother and would not love me as before. I was on TV I have seen many fathers who like their sons more than their daughters, but I was wrong. He loves me just the same. When I encounter troubles, he still tells me stories to enlighten me; but I can’t solve the questions. He still patiently taught me how to do it; but when I made my mother angry, he still ran to me quickly to prevent her from hurting me. And in order for me to have a good sleep, he told me stories and coaxed me every night. I sleep. Now, my younger brother is in kindergarten. Sometimes he is naughty and disobedient, and my father will beat him. When I was as young as my younger brother, my father never beat me. My father is really He loves me very much and trusts me very much. Dad! I am really grateful to you. Even if I use all the most beautiful words in the world, I cannot express my gratitude to you, but there is one sentence that I think can best represent these beautiful words - Dad! I love you.
2. Write an essay about the psychological description of my father
My father has loved me very much since I was a child. When I was a child, my father would hug me and kiss me every day when he came home from work. And at that time As long as I want to go to the park before I say anything, he will tell me to get dressed immediately and say that he will take me to the park.
My father is a toy engineer. There were many fun and interesting toys in the company where I worked, but children were not allowed in there, so my father brought some toys home from the company for me to play with. Every time I played with gusto, He looked at me with a smile.
Even if I hit him a few times or scolded him a few times, he didn't mind at all. Whenever I encountered something annoying and couldn't think about it, He would tell me stories to help me get out of my troubles. He would patiently explain to me until I understood. I was naughty and disobeyed my mother, which made her angry and she wanted to beat me. When he was young, he ran to me quickly to prevent my mother from hurting me.
I entered the second grade of elementary school, and a little brother was added to the family. I thought that my father would give all his love to his brother. He will no longer love me as he did before. I have seen many fathers on TV who like their sons but not their daughters. But I was wrong. He loves me just the same. When I encounter troubles, he still uses He told me stories to enlighten me; but he still patiently taught me to do the questions that I didn’t know how to do; but when I made my mother angry, he still ran to me quickly to prevent my mother from hurting me. And in order for me to sleep For a good sleep, he told me stories every night and coaxed me to sleep.
Now, my brother is in kindergarten. Sometimes he is naughty and disobedient. My father I would hit him. When I was as young as my brother, my father never hit me. My father really loves me and trusts me.
Dad! I am really grateful to you. Even if I use all the most beautiful words in the world, I cannot express my gratitude to you, but there is one sentence that I think can best represent these beautiful words - Dad! I love you! 3. The composition of my father’s love for me includes psychological description, action description, and language description
In the past, I had never carefully observed my father. I suddenly discovered that my father’s youthful handsomeness had disappeared. The eyes contain vicissitudes of life, and the wrinkles at the corners of the eyes are deep. Time is not forgiving, and silently, my father is getting old.
In the past, I only acted coquettishly in front of my father, and never understood my father's hard work. I could only talk to him. Dad talked back, and I suddenly understood. Dad was busy all day long so that I could live a better life than the whole family. Silently, I became sensible.
In the past, Dad would always use his thick shoulders to carry the burden. Looking at me, I sat on it and just thought about myself, feeling comfortable. Gradually, as I grew up, I found that my father’s back was bent and his shoulders became stiffer. I learned to squeeze my father’s arms. Silently, I cared about my father.
Today is my birthday, and the whole family is very happy, so we are going to eat hot pot. I ordered seafood, but as soon as I finished eating, my father became allergic. Although I knew I was allergic to seafood, I didn’t say it. No wonder my father, who always had a big appetite, didn’t eat much today. Silently, I understood my father’s love.
In the past, I always I feel that my father doesn't care about me and doesn't have the language to talk to me. Today I realized that there is a kind of love that is silent, and there is a kind of love that is as firm and unwavering as my father's arms. 4. How to write about my father? Describe language action psychology A 300-word essay
My Father
People often say that a father’s love is like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father’s love for me is not completely as severe as a mountain. Sometimes it is As gentle as water.
My father is a man of culture and high moral character. Although he is not as rich as other parents, his contribution to me is definitely no worse than other children, or even better than them.
Whenever I talk about my father, I can’t help crying. He is usually very busy at work, but no matter what, he insists on asking me about my studies and life every day. As long as I have problems in my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to tutor me. From school to now, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher meeting. He once said: "No matter how busy I am, my children are always the first thing I consider."
Every weekend, I go to where my father works.
Sometimes, when I went there, I saw him working and couldn't bear to disturb him, so I just watched from the side. Seeing my father getting older, with a trace of gray hair on his temples, I couldn't help crying again. Seeing that body getting smaller and smaller day by day, my heart was in great pain. I remembered how my father endured it back then.
And my love for my father is more important than my love for my mother. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible. He is my good teacher in study, and he is my good friend in life. If I did something wrong, his first reaction was not to hit or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I did wrong, he would educate me after discovering the problem himself. He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me. But I don't hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray.
I am proud of my father. He pays great attention to image in his life. So his clothes are very neat. He once said: "A person's image represents a person's quality."
More than ten years have passed, and my love for my father has deepened. I also know very well that no one in my life can replace his position in my life.
Father, don’t worry, I will definitely live up to your high expectations. When I grow up, I still clearly remember the way home. 5. Just write a short psychological description of how the son was moved when the father gave him something. 150
The son’s eyes were filled with tears, but he resisted the tears from falling. His slightly choked cry was full of affectionate calls. He said: "Dad, you are here." I have never felt a father's love as deep as the sea at this time. The full touch and love for my father filled my chest at this time, like a growing vine, wrapping around my heart. ; Like thousands of galloping troops, as if roaring out. Looking at my father's weather-beaten face and tight lips, there are thousands of words but I can't say them anymore. I want to say thank you, but it seems so... The powerlessness and deep fatherly love are filled in every word and deed of his father, which is often ignored by himself inadvertently. However, at the moment when he needs it most, his father is here! At this time, I truly felt that my father's love was as deep as a mountain, silent, heavy, and dependable. 6. A 150-word essay describing my father’s psychological activities
It was late at night, and I was still watching TV in the room. I was bored and changing the channel. "Click!" The door opened and it was my father.
With an angry look on his face, his father walked straight to the TV and turned off the power. He pointed at the door and shouted angrily at me: "Go and see what time it is now? You are still watching TV. I will move the TV out tomorrow, now you go to bed quickly!"
My father's roar made me put down the remote control in my hand. I was unconvinced and shrank into the quilt, covered my head with the quilt, and stopped making any sound. After a while, I heard the sound of turning off the lights, and the surrounding area suddenly became much darker. When I stretched out my head, my father had left and the door was quietly closed.
Looking up out of the window, the faint moonlight shone into the room, and a solemn atmosphere enveloped the room, as if it was suffocating. Thinking of my father's roar just now, there was an unknown fire running around in my heart. Isn’t it just a matter of watching TV? As for that, I finally had a weekend where I couldn’t even watch TV to relax...
After an unknown amount of time, under the shroud of darkness, a feeling of sleepiness came over me. In my mind, I was in a haze when I suddenly heard a slight sound of opening the door. I struggled to open my eyes a crack. Under the light from outside the door, a long and narrow shadow shot onto the wall, and it was my father again.
My father leaned in and took a look inside. Seeing that I was asleep, he walked into the room gently for fear of waking me up. He came to the bedside and I quickly pretended to be asleep. My father carefully pulled up the quilt that I had kicked away. In the darkness, a cold hand touched my cheek, but I felt unusually warm. When I opened my eyes, my father was already standing in front of the window. In recent years, my father has lost a lot of weight, and his hair has become thinner and thinner. His busy family life has caused white strands to appear on his normally dark hair. The weak light outside the door made several plasters on my father's lower back appear and disappear. In the past few days, I often hear my father complain about pain in his lower back. Too much work has exhausted my father. However, he still goes to bed late and gets up early every day, busy with many things. Looking at his father's broad back, a feeling of regret rose from deep in his heart.
"Wow!" My father gently closed the curtains, cutting off the meager moonlight from my room. Suddenly, an inexplicable feeling came to my mind. Every weekend, I am always the last to get up, not because I am lazy, but because of this small curtain. It makes my room very dark, and the one who pulls it up every day is my father.