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Excellent essay for middle school students: the taste of dad

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Excellent essay for middle school students: the taste of dad

The taste of the sea is salty, the taste of candy is sweet, the taste of mother is the smell of books and gunpowder, so what is the taste of Dad? Is it tobacco-flavored? Dusty smell? Alcohol smells? ...... In me, neither, the taste of Dad is a strong smell of Chinese medicine.

I remember when I was very young, my father always liked to hold me high above my head, and I extended my arms as if the blue sky was close at hand. Dad also sometimes let me ride on his shoulders. Sitting on Dad's shoulder and watching people coming and going pass by me, I was overjoyed. Every night before going to bed, Dad would always give me a sweet kiss, and with Dad's fragrant kiss, I quickly fell into a sweet sleep. At that time, every moment I could feel the taste of being spoiled by my father, sweet. But this sweet taste disappeared with the earthquake.

In the "5.12" Wenchuan earthquake, my family, like many families in Wenchuan, experienced heavy damage, in the earthquake, my home was razed to the ground and my father was buried in the rubble. After being rescued, Dad was treated in Nanjing for several months and his body has not recovered. All this makes our family's already poor life even worse. Our family was crammed into a board room of more than ten square meters. Dad did not complain about the world, he said happily: "Although the house is small, but a family that loves each other is happiness." ”

Since then, Dad has embarked on a journey of continuous battle with the disease: no matter how bitter the medicine is taken on time, no matter how painful the operation is, it still holds up, and the tired class still insists. With his tenacious will and indomitable spirit, he supported a blue sky for this unfortunate family.

As the days passed, Dad's body still did not fully recover, especially the cough caused by lung pain, which was almost like a shadow. In order to alleviate the discomfort of coughing, Dad's bag is always prepared with licorice tablets to relieve cough, and some discomfort is included in the mouth to make the cough slower. Once, in the morning at school, I still gave my father a parting kiss, but unexpectedly, a bad smell of licorice flakes quickly spread to my nose, and this strong smell made me feel bad. I began to feel a little disgusted with the parting kisses every morning and the goodnight kisses before going to bed, because when I kissed my father, I would smell the unpleasant smell of licorice flakes, which was bitter and astringent.

When winter came, Dad fell ill again, constantly coughing up blood. He was lying in the hospital, dripping on his body, and the strong smell of disinfectant potion came to his nose. After the torture, Dad's poor body could no longer withstand the trauma of the operation, and the doctor suggested using Traditional Chinese medicine to slowly regulate. Therefore, Dad began to honestly take Chinese medicine, hoping that his body would recover as soon as possible and not delay going to work. Since then, the home has been filled with the lingering smell of Chinese medicine. I once asked my father stupidly: "Dad, Chinese medicine is so difficult to drink, can't you drink it?" Dad smiled and said, "Silly child, after eating Chinese medicine, your body will slowly improve, so that you can work and earn money to raise your little hungry cat!" "At that moment, I knew what My father was so strong for! A wave of guilt surged into my heart, and the smell of Chinese medicine that I once hated was no longer unpleasant, and there was a faint fragrance when I smelled it.

Over the years, although Dad's body has always been weak, he still works hard and lives hard. Every penny he earns is his great strength in supporting this little family. That wisp of gentle medicinal fragrance contains Dad's love for his family. In the days that followed, although I often smelled the smell of Chinese medicine on my father's body, I already understood that it was a smell that I had to work hard to survive in order to support my family.

Daddy's taste is astringent, bitter Chinese medicine. I no longer hate the smell of Chinese medicine on my father's body, and I gradually like the smell of Chinese medicine that permeates my home, which is the unique taste of love of my father!