On the first day of junior high school, my father said to me, "I want to make a study agreement with you." I wonder if you dare? " I am a strong person, full of longing and confidence for the new life that is about to begin, so I don't hesitate to say, "Dare! What agreement? " Dad said, "Then you should be in the top ten before the mid-term exam." If you achieve this goal, you will be rewarded; Those who fail to achieve their goals will be punished, and the punishment method will be stipulated by me. Is it okay? ""all right! "In this way, my first agreement with my father was settled.

Soon, it will be the mid-term exam. When the results were announced, I ranked 1 1 in the class! Great, I'm going to be punished! "Don't be afraid, dad won't want to punish his precious son." I thought to myself, in fact, I also have this kind of psychology in my usual study. Sure enough, dad didn't say anything after knowing the results. I am secretly pleased. The next morning, before dawn, I was pulled out of bed by my father. I opened my sleepy eyes and saw my father's serious face: "Get up quickly, your punishment has begun!" " "I woke up at once! But I told my father in advance, so I had to follow him out of the house

When the two of us came to the field, my father lay on the net bed in the shade of the tree and said easily, "Go ahead and hoe the weeds clean." Huh? This job is by no means easy. Although it looks like a lot of weeds, when I came to hoe, I found it fell in love with the seedlings. If you are not careful, you will hurt the seedlings, so you have to bend down and do it seriously.

I've just been hoeing the ground for a while, and I'm sweating like a pig. The sun hung in the air like a fireball, baking me tired and thirsty; I straightened up and looked at my father, who was sitting on the net bed and drinking water leisurely, which made me more and more thirsty. Dad seemed to read my mind and shouted, "Don't stop, go on, go on, don't finish hoeing this land, but there is no water to drink."

Finally, when I finished hoeing, I sat slumped on the ground, exhausted, and even had no strength to pick up the water my father handed me. Dad smiled: "Look, if you don't study hard, you will come back to be a farmer in the future."

After coming back, my father asked, "Do you want to renew your contract? You can't stand the heavier punishment next time! " I don't want to continue dating, but I can't stand my father's sarcastic tone and sarcastic expression. I said simply, "Go on! Why not continue! I will definitely achieve my goal. "

After my efforts, I finally squeezed into the top ten in the final exam. "Hum, you can get revenge this time!" I proudly showed my achievements to my father. Dad smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I will reward you with one hundred dollars." I shook my head and said, "money is a thing outside my body." I don't want money! " I just want you to wash our clothes for a week. "Hum, dad, a slacker, who doesn't do any housework. It is estimated that he doesn't even know how to turn on the washing machine. " This ..... "Dad was embarrassed. Mother said, "Son, if you let him do the laundry and we wear it out, people think we don't take a shower! "Let's take the money, let's have a big meal!" I pretended to meditate: "well, for mom's sake, forget it this time." But I have to renew your contract. I really need to wash clothes next time. Dad, do you dare? "Dad got up triumphantly at once:" Dare! How dare you! Maybe you're going to do farm work this time! "We all burst out laughing.

My agreement with my father is still going on, but I already know that rewards and punishments are not important. The important thing is that I know how to struggle and never give up!

Chapter two: I fought with my father.

"Xiao Jing, it's 4 o'clock, don't get up?" Dad said while pushing me. I rubbed my sleepy eyes and said, "People are still dreaming. Why did you wake me up? " Dad leaned in: "Do you want to kill a plate?" On hearing this, a carp jumped up:

"Come on, I'm not afraid of you!" (Composition Network www.ganyue.net)

We set the chessboard, and dad's "cannon" took the lead in charging, entered my site, and then stood in front of the "soldiers". Dad shouted slowly, "General!" "You can't relax and don't kill yourself!" I sneered, and the soldier immediately took a step forward with his head held high and drove the gun out of the battlefield. Dad was in a hurry and saw him patting his thigh. "Oh, why am I so bold today?" I'm so angry! "After a while, my father opened a' cannon' to the position of' elephant' and fired a shell, which drove my' elephant' out of the battlefield." Will. "Hey, dad drank China aojiang essence? Alas, I was so careless. Seeing my car dying, I thought to myself: poor car, you are really unlucky! I haven't made the meritorious military service yet, and I'm going to see the king of hell. I'm really sorry. I must avenge you!

"Come on!" Dad proudly urged me. Well, don't get too excited, let's ride a donkey and read a songbook-we'll see! I reluctantly ordered the general to advance. "Ha ha! You will lose! " The merciless moment has finally arrived. Dad's "cannon" fired a shell, which drove my "car" into the eighteenth floor of hell and pulled his "car" down, General. "Hum! If there is a road in heaven, you won't go, but if there is no road in hell, you can go! I'm worried about how to avenge the car. I didn't expect you, a fugitive, to deliver it yourself! " Say that finish, my "horse" immediately jumped up and kicked the "car" out of the battlefield. Dad is like a deflated balloon, lying limply on the table. I immediately cheered for this "balloon": "Don't lose heart, winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists, or I will let you have a penny!" When the "gas" was used up, my father immediately opened his eyes, opened his mouth and said firmly, "No! How can a man like me lose to you, a young girl? See how I tidy up you! " Then he stormed at me in succession, and I was not to be outdone. Due to the numerous deaths and injuries of my father's generals, the remaining old, weak and disabled soldiers were finally driven to the wall by me because they were outnumbered ... "I won! I won! " I'm so excited, I want to tell this news to people all over the world!

The second game began, because my father suffered a big loss last time, so he was particularly calm this time, but I still beat him out of the water and fled. Dad can only parry, not fight back. Obviously, I am the winner of the second game again.

The battle in the third game started, and my mother came to help: "Wonderful! Jingjing, that's it, your dad will lose! " Then he said to his father:

"You might as well be a child. It' s true that the waves behind the Yangtze River push the waves before, and a new generation changes the old ones! " Dad gritted his teeth, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and his expression seemed to wish that a bomb would fly from outer space and kill all my troops. He wiped the staff:

"Yes!" My mother and I were shocked. "What, I didn't expect it?" My mother and I looked at each other. It's dad's turn to laugh at us:

"Ginger is still old and spicy!" "But the pepper is small and spicy!" I argue irrationally. Dad gently touched my forehead with his hand:

"You little girl, how dare you argue with your father!" I can only bend my head and play with my fingers. "Why, my big miss angry? Pride goes before a fall! Don't lose heart, winning or losing is a common occurrence in military strategists! " Dad comforted me with what I just comforted him. "Who is angry? Come again! " I made a face at my father and began to set the board again.

"Master, do you want to eat a car or a chicken?" Mother put her hands on her hips and pretended to be angry. My father and I watched the red-cooked chicken that once made my father and I drool. Today, it seems to have lost its charm We looked at the cars, horses and guns on the chessboard and thought: How can we win this game? ……

Chapter 3: My father and I compare bedrooms.

When I was ten years old, I tossed and turned in my spacious big bed on an opaque night, looking at the darkness around me, filled with loneliness and fear.

Really afraid of falling asleep, I quietly walked down the stairs, crossed the empty living room and came to my parents' bedroom, begging, "Let me sleep with you. I really don't like living in a room alone! " "

Dad let me lie in his warm arms and said to me affectionately, "When I was your age, my family of five lived in a room as big as your bedroom now."

"How wonderful and lively!" I said excitedly.

Dad looked at me with a wry smile and said, "You won't understand. At that time, because of the small space, grandma's bed was on the upper and lower floors, and your uncle and I squeezed into a small bed on the lower floor. Your uncle and aunt and I can only do our homework in turn at a small dining table. Your grandparents are looking forward to having a big house to live in every day, so I just want to have a small bed to sleep alone ... "I stopped being excited and quietly left my father's room, crossed the empty living room and went upstairs to my bedroom.

I turned on the light and looked around my familiar and unfamiliar bedroom: the big bookcase was full of books, cute little bear desk lamp, computer, electronic organ, easel, wardrobe and comfortable big bed, as well as pale green floor-to-ceiling curtains and goose yellow carpet ... Looking at it, my eyes were wet. What a warm bedroom I have! My parents have created such a beautiful environment for me, but I don't know how to cherish and be grateful. My bedroom is full of parents' love. What am I afraid of, lonely?

I lay on the big bed and thought: Dad lived on the second floor when he was a child, and now I live on the second floor. My son will have a better life in the future. Of course, I must use my own strength to create like my father!

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Chapter four: My father and I print photos.

One night, I took part in an interesting activity-developing photos.

My father and I closed the doors and windows tightly, blocked the windows with curtains and turned off the fluorescent lamps. The room is dark. Dad turned on the small red light bulb, and there was a faint red light in the room. The darkroom was built. Dad will do the preparatory work in the darkroom first! There are many things, such as cameras, photo frames, printing paper, lace knives, developing discs and some negatives. Dad also filled three developing basins with clear water, developer and fixer respectively.

Start printing and developing photos. I watched my father demonstrate curiously, and then printed and developed according to my father's appearance. I put the negative on the printer, press the photo frame, put a piece of printing paper, and press the exposure button. After exposure, the printing paper is still white. I put the printing paper into the developer according to my father's request. After a while, hey! A magical phenomenon appeared. First there was a little shadow in the darkest place, then the outline of the photo appeared slowly. After a while, all the photos were clearly displayed. I asked my father, "How are the photos displayed?" Dad said, "This is the function of the developer." I said to myself, "The ability to develop potions is really great!" I washed the photos with clear water, put them in fixing solution to fix the scenery and people in the photos, and then soaked them in clear water for half an hour, and the photos will be fine. I carefully observed the printed photos and asked, "Why are some colors yellow, some are dark, and one is blank?" Dad said: "If the exposure time is too long, the photos will be black and fuzzy, and the time will be too short. If you don't expose, you can't develop. If you soak in the developer for too long, the photo will turn yellow. " Only by accurately grasping the exposure time can we take clear photos. "I thought at that time: Ah, printing photos looks simple, but it is really not easy to print them well! Dad asked me to stick the photos on the glass. Do you want to keep one? When I asked why, my father said mysteriously, "Keep it a secret today and I'll tell you tomorrow. "The photo dried up the next day, and I found that the strong light posted on the glass was bright, and the one that was not posted was gray and dull. So, I said happily, "Yes, I know, what is posted has light, and what is not posted has no light." "Dad said," Yes, sticking photos on the glass is a simple polishing method. "Finally, it uses a lace knife to cut out beautiful patterns on four sides of the photo, just like those printed in a photo studio.

Printing photos is really interesting. It gives me new knowledge.

Chapter 5: I have tea with my father.

The night wind is soft, the moonlight shines brightly on the balcony, and occasionally the vines wrapped around the security net are blown up, reflected on the ground and swaying into pieces of silver light. A gust of wind blew, and the hot air on the cup was blown away in the quiet air, and then disappeared without a trace.

Dad sat alone in the chair, turning the white porcelain cup in his hand, his eyes closed, as if he were asleep, but not. The moonlight shone on his face, and that weather-beaten face had been trampled by the years, and the silver thread dyed white by the wind and frost stung my eyes. My heart is tight, my nose is sour, and a drop of crystal tears slides across my face and rolls down my palm, which is cool.

I took off my shoes and walked over gently. I sat on the floor in front of the coffee table, and the night wind blew slowly, which made me shudder.

"It's so late haven't slept, have an exam tomorrow? Hurry back. " After that, he gave me a gentle kick with his foot, and his eyes were inexhaustible tenderness, like moonlight.

"This is just an exam, I'm not afraid! It is you. I heard from my mother that there seems to be something wrong with the factory recently ... Dad, don't be sad! " I didn't want to say it at first, but I couldn't help saying it on the tip of my tongue.

"Don't worry about that," he paused and the wrinkles on his face seemed to deepen again. He breathed a long sigh of relief and then said, "There will always be a way."

I reached for a cup of fragrant teas and took a sip, which was indescribably sweet. "Dad, you are broken. You keep such good tea for yourself. "

"If you still drink tea, aren't you afraid you can't sleep tonight?" Dad patted me on the head.

"Not afraid, not afraid, just take a bite." I am not to be outdone.

Dad smiled and said, "You are a strange girl." My heart finally settled down. As long as dad knows how to laugh, I believe everything will not be difficult for him.

At night, I fell into silence again.

The night wind is gentle, the stars are shining with watery eyes, and the moonlight shines on the balcony, pulling out two shadows on the ground, one long and the other short, blending with the ground.

I stood up, patted my father on the shoulder and said softly, "It's cold, and I drink too much tea, which is not good for my health."

Chapter 6: My father and I jump rope.

Today, I am skipping rope. My fat dad was excited when he saw it. He wanted to compete with me, so we asked grandpa to be the referee.

I jumped up, like a clever swallow, dazzling my grandparents. I said to my father, "It's your turn." As soon as dad took the rope, he kept blowing. I said, "Stop nagging and jump!" When he jumped, I suddenly felt the ground shaking, and then I saw a rope hanging around my father's neck. Jump again, and the rope gets stuck in dad's foot. Seeing him in such a mess, we couldn't help laughing.

The awards have begun. I won the Best Character Award and my father won the Best Humor Award. I'm really happy today.

Chapter 7: My Walking History with Dad.

My father and I both like walking. This habit of walking together every weekend has been adhered to by my father and son for many years.

It was another Saturday, and we were walking on a country road. My father suddenly asked me, "Do you think we walk differently?" Dad's words knocked on the door of my memory

When I was 2 years old, I gradually learned to walk. My father always walks around my waist. I couldn't walk any further, so my father stopped to tell me stories. I clearly remember that my father looked at me affectionately and said, "Once upon a time, there was a giant named Pangu ..." I pricked up my ears and listened, my steps getting bigger and bigger.

When I go to primary school, my father can hold my hand and go out for a walk. We read pinyin and recite Tang poems while walking. My father took the trouble to take me to read them again and again, and we laughed all the way.

Soon, in the third grade, I was ten years old. Still on that path, our father and son walked side by side from time to time. What my father told me became Robinson Crusoe, Romance of the Three Kingdoms and Five Thousand Years Up and Down ... My father also loved reading these books, which brought me a lot of inspiration and great help.

In a blink of an eye, I am in the sixth grade, and now I am walking arm in arm with my father. The topics we talked about included Mo Yan, Hawking and Liu Chuanzhi, from corridor management to financial crisis ... My walk with my father turned into a small debate.

Come to think of it carefully, the history that my father and I walked together really changed year by year. Looking up at a few white hairs on my father's head, I feel that time is quietly passing. I have grown up, but my father is old. For more than ten years, my father accompanied me to leave footprints on this small road, leaving a piece of laughter and memories. How happy it is to walk with my father!

Chapter 8: pk match between my father and me.

"It should be vertical!"

"No, it should be an intravenous drip!"

"No, it's dew!"

"No, it's an intravenous drip! Garters! Hanging needles! "

Haha, I'm going out to play for a while. Are you confused? Let me tell you from the beginning:

I was writing at noon, and my father looked at it and itched. One moment he said that my handwriting was not good-looking, and the other moment Wang Po praised how good-looking her handwriting was, which triggered a big PK between our father and daughter.

Under the auspices of my mother, we decided to write a word "Khan" and then win or lose with one word. As a result, when I read it, my father's word "Khan" was written vertically, while mine was written vertically, so a big argument broke out.

My mother is a referee, and I don't know how to judge when I see my father and I are flushed. I looked at my father for a while and looked at me for a while. I saw the opportunity and quickly won my mother's support: "mom, dad cheated on me. It was obviously a garter, but he insisted that it was dew." "No, it is dew, how can it be a garter st?" Dad joined the fight as soon as he saw me drag my mother in. After being provoked by my father, my mother, who should have supported me, hesitated again: "Lou? Hanging needles? Well, let me think about it. "

As soon as I saw that my mother's support was hopeless, I quickly thought of countermeasures. Don't tell me, I really used my quick wits once-I quickly took out my students' computers. Dad was also happy to see it: "Yes, yes, let's check the computer!" I can only give up now! " "I still don't know who gave up!" I was not convinced, so I quickly checked it on the computer.

"Ha ha, the result of checking the computer is-the word' Khan' is an intravenous drip!" When I showed my parents the model characters on the computer, my father grabbed the back of his head in disappointment and said, "Hey, how did I make a mistake?"

"Ha ha, I won!" Looking at my father's embarrassment, I jumped three feet with joy.

Chapter 9: I went fishing with my father.

Dad promised to take me fishing this weekend, so I don't want to talk about it. After breakfast, I got everything ready to go.

Everything is ready. We came to the river, chose a place with water plants and big trees beside it, and sprinkled some fish food. Dad says there are more fish in this place.

After about 10 minutes, my father said, "You can act now, the fish must have gathered!" " ! I'll get you a big one first. "I saw him throw the fishing rod quickly, and the bait cut through the water and sank into the water, causing ripples on the water. I stared at it. After a while, my father lifted the pole and felt as if there was something below. " Yeah! The big fish is hooked! The big fish is hooked! "I shouted excitedly, and my father motioned me to keep my voice down, for fear that the fish would be scared away by me.

Dad pulled hard and saw a black thing on the shore-a rag. I kept laughing while covering my stomach. Dad was as angry as a big boy, pulled a long face and said awkwardly, "What are you laughing at?" Come fishing by yourself! "

So I followed my father's example and threw the fishing rod with bait into the river. However, a gust of wind blew the fishing line to the branch of a willow tree on the river bank. My father and I had a hard time getting it down.

"Fishing can cultivate a person's mind best, and the most important thing is not to be impetuous ..." After listening to my father's words, I decided to try again. The bait sank to the bottom again, and my eyes stared unblinkingly at the buoy for a minute or two ... my palms gradually oozed sweat. I thought to myself: fish, fish, take the bait quickly.

Finally, the buoy on the fishing line suddenly sank, and my father motioned me to close the pole. I gently lifted the fishing rod and saw a small fish jumping and struggling. Dad grabbed the fishing rod, and with a whoosh, the fish landed.

"I finally caught a fish!" I was ecstatic, and my father applauded me. ...

Chapter 10: My father and I repair wells.

My family has a spare kill well to prevent power failure and water supply. On this day, we found that the well killing was broken. After inspection, it turned out that it took too long, and the pipe in the well shrank a lot and could not be connected with the bottom of the wellhead.

Dad said, "This well needs repairing. This is almost a holiday, and it is easy to use when the power is cut off. " So, my father and I removed the iron frame of the well together with the wellhead, burned a few pots of boiling water and poured it on the ground, and then lifted a layer of cement around the well. Dad put the derrick back, tried it, and it happened to touch it, almost, but the soil under the cement block was frozen like a stone and could not move at all. Dad said, "We should stick to it." So, like ants gnawing at bones, we moved and docked bit by bit and finally connected to the pipeline.

It's not over yet. Dad wrapped the joint in a clean plastic bag, wrapped a layer of bicycle inner tube on the pipe exposed from the ground, and finally wrapped a layer of thick cloth. After that, dad tried to press water with it, and it took a long time to press out a bucket of water. Dad said, "There is still some air leakage." So he scooped up several spoonfuls of water and splashed it on the wrapped cloth, especially at the joint between the bottom of the well and the pipeline.

After two days, the power went out, and my father asked me to press the water. I don't want to go because the killing is not good. Dad pulled me and insisted that I try. I barely operate. Huh? What's the effect this time? Water gushed out, fast and plentiful, and soon pressed two barrels. Why is this? Dad, let me think for myself. I said, "It's cold, and the water is frozen." Dad said, "So what?" I can't figure it out. Father reminded me: "What is the reason for water shortage?" I said, "Air leak." Dad said, "Yes, and then what?" I said, "If you pour water into the leaking place, it will freeze and seal up. If it is sealed, it will not leak and it will be easier to press. " Dad praised me for my good analysis. I said, "No wonder you spilled water on the cloth that day. It turned out to be premeditated! " "

Well workover and killing in winter is really a science!