My indifferent father wrote a composition.

1. I am indifferent to my father's composition of 500 words. I am used to my mother's kind smile, but I am afraid of my father's deep eyes;

I am used to my mother's exhortation, but I am afraid of my father's severe reprimand.

I can't forget that sunny afternoon. I play hide-and-seek with my friends. In order to prevent my friends from finding me, I hid in the cellar at home. Just when I was proud of my careful choice, I suddenly heard a shout: "Who let you in, get out!" " "My heart is shaking. I saw you staring at me, standing on the edge of the cellar and pointing at me. The excitement just now has disappeared without a trace. I got up with a full face of grievances, only to find that the shoes were deliberately playing tricks on me, but when I was about to climb up, he fell down. Under the dark clouds you don't understand, I'm going to jump again But as soon as my feet landed, a pile of soil came down with me and hit my leg hard. I didn't stand up after several painful struggles, and * * * sat still. " Get up from where you fell! Even if you are afraid of standing, how can you stand in society in the future? Stand Up! ? After growling like a lion, you dumped your sleeves. Tears gushed like broken beads. "Dad, I hate you! You don't deserve to be my father! Why are you always so hard on me,

Why? "I don't know is the power of anger or I suddenly have the power, I climbed up in one breath.

I limped home.

"Love memories! What's wrong? " My mother ran up to help me anxiously. I didn't say anything, so I glanced at you watching TV out of the corner of my eye. I didn't expect you to come over in a hurry: "Does it still hurt? Children? " Say, you bend down and gently rub my leg. Ah! I see! You are exercising my will, not being bad for me. You love me! At the moment, I smiled with tears in my eyes. ...

Cold appearance and deep love. Lang Lang's father is a musical genius and is famous for his strictness. Zhu Ziqing's father has a warm back, and his father's indifferent appearance is wrapped with a fiery heart. You are all good fathers, and you all shine with the brilliance of fatherly love.

Oh! This kind of indifferent love! This heavy and difficult book!

Write an article about my father. My father always said, "Father loves mountains and maternal love is like water." But I think my father's mountain has been crushing me. He is more like a terrible volcano. Once it breaks out, the consequences are unimaginable and frightening. It was not until that day that I really realized that my father loves like that mountain. It happened in the third grade. One of my compositions was criticized by the teacher that day. It is on the blackboard at the back of the classroom for students to read. Well, being praised by the teacher is a great "happy event" for me. After school, I must "report the good news" to my parents. As soon as my father came home from work, I couldn't wait to run forward and tell him this great "happy event". I thought my father would pick me up like a little princess, but he walked away with a gentle "Oh". When I came home from school, I was extremely happy. My father's indifference left me behind. Tears of grievance plop plop like pearls with broken lines. My warm heart is like a pot of cold water, so I have to write my homework sadly. My father took me to school the next morning. I found him a little strange. Usually dad is full of energy, but why does dad look tired today? But I didn't think much, I just hurried into school. When I opened yesterday's composition, my eyes were wet. Yesterday's composition was obviously revised by my father. I also circled the wrong words and added many good words and sentences, which gave me a happy ending. I finally understand why my father is so tired today ... My father doesn't spoil me too much, but he always shows me the way like a light in the dark. What my father gave me was

3. I don't know how many times I wrote my father's indifference. However, at the moment I started writing, I didn't know where to start, because I was afraid to write the sadness and sadness hidden in my heart. So, I can only cut out fragments of my father's life as solemn memories. My father was very strict in my childhood memory. He is very strict with me. In his own words: "Girls should be disciplined from an early age." He raised me like a lady. When I talk, walk, sit down, eat, and even serve bowls, I have to do as he asks. When I was a child, he often left me at home and asked me to recite three amethysts, disciples' rules, thousands of words and other ancient texts. So a picture was produced. I stood in front of him respectfully like a ordained young monk, chanting word for word: "I was born with good nature, similar in nature, far from learning from each other ..." If I can't recite it, my father's stick will be held high, and I often cry while holding it. That's what I thought in my heart: "Why am I so unlucky? If only my father were a farmer instead of a college student! Make sure I don't have any unspeakable mistakes, such as "Dad's bad teaching and the teacher's laziness". Gradually, I grew up and found that my father loved me so much. I remember when I was in primary school, I left my father who worked in Hangzhou and had to live in my elderly grandmother's house. At that time, I felt that my father was heartless and would come to see me every two weeks. Take me to play. But every time I come for a while, I leave, and sometimes I don't even come back to see me for a month. So at that time, my views on my father were different. I feel that my father doesn't care about me and doesn't have me in his heart. Now I finally understand why my father did this. What father doesn't want to be with his children every day, just for their children and for their better future. Later, I slowly began to understand my father's love for me-so warm. Now, I am 15 years old. Walking beside my father, I looked at his sudden white hair, rickety back and increasingly rough body, just like reading Zhu Ziqing's back ... Is this my father? Years of knives carved him into a mottled old tree. Suddenly, an indescribable feeling suddenly came to my mind, and tears blurred my eyes ... Time passed, autumn rain took away my memory, and dust buried my sadness, but I couldn't forget this "touching" to my father. I can't help but burst into tears when I think of it, and I have to pick up the pen.

My father's composition is 700 words. I think he was born in a gray age lacking romance, a bleak and lifeless age, which is probably related to the mental outlook of that era and his own personality. He is heavy and introverted.

He doesn't like my generosity and willfulness. My sister, she loves me, cares about me and loves me.

However, she and I are unhappy and indifferent at home. Confused, I don't know which cold wind blew into my house.

Mother and father quarreled for some reason. Father always loses his temper, but I just grow bigger and bigger under the destruction of time. My mind has changed from my father's words and deeds.

My father's love is serious, so I have been escaping under the eaves. My father's love is indifferent, which makes me feel whether he is around. Although my father is indifferent and introverted, he always travels all the year round for our better life.

On that day, my father left. In order to make our life better, he traveled long distances and worked as a coolie. I went to grandma's house and my sister went to grandma's house.

The indifferent family finally parted. For my sister and I, that's not a bad thing, because the indifferent family has finally disappeared.

I came to another home. That home made me see the sunshine and feel warm, because it made me sunny, and the lost father's love made me relaxed.

Finally, that day, my father hurried back. Of course, I know he came back for my study. He had high expectations for me and gave me a pair of heavy wings to fly like a lonely goose.

No matter how hard he tries, he can't achieve what he wants. I gave up for him, my own * * * and vitality.

He always likes to lecture me with a lot of words, telling me, "If you don't understand something, don't say it's unreasonable." Tell me: "No matter how wronged you are, you should take a step back, so that you can broaden your horizons ..." But I don't like that philosophy of life, but I didn't say it because he is my bitter father. Although I don't want to listen to what he said, I don't want to go against it.

Think of some childhood memories. He let me ride around on my shoulders; Buy a lot of small print books and let me practice writing one by one; Gray rainy days take me to climb a long mountain; ..... He thought it would make me happy and make me have an unforgettable childhood.

However, he never knew that I didn't like playing, practicing calligraphy or climbing mountains in rainy days ... I prefer to play house with children. I really want to summon up the courage to tell him that without his bondage, I can still keep my original intention; Without his navigation, I still can't bury my thoughts ... However, that day, I opened his drawer, which was full of photos of my sister and me, and I stood there for a long time. Suddenly, I understood that we were his dreams.

Just like watching the sea is my dream. We should all try our best to find each other, but we didn't consider each other from each other's point of view.

Before, I always felt that there was a river between us. I am on this side of the river, but he is there. We can't get close.

Now, I know he is the one who ferried for me. I sincerely hope that one day, he can give me an oar and let us work together to master the direction.

5. "It doesn't matter" love composition "It doesn't matter" love "October is heavy, the reward is faint".

Indeed, mothers play an indispensable role in our lives. How can I repay this love? I have a mother who loves me, but the way she loves me is different from the way other mothers love their children. On the surface, she seems a little "indifferent" to me, but behind her back, she cares and trusts me very much.

I only got 93 points in a math exam once, so I will definitely be encouraged and comforted by my mother when I go home. I went home and showed the test paper to my mother who was cooking.

After reading it, my mother seemed to see through my heart, but pretended to be indifferent and said, "I failed the exam." Try harder next time! " "Such a plain sentence can set off my stubbornness. I ran back to my room angrily, thinking: I know I need drizzle comfort, but I'm not satisfied ... At night, I tossed and turned in bed, went to my room, saw the light in my mother's room was still on, and went to see it.

Looking through the door, it was mom and dad whispering something. I stretched my ears, and my mother said, "Jia Nan only got 93 points in math, but I think what she did wrong was carelessness." Be careful next time. "

Dad nodded to show that he understood mom's point of view. My eyes were moist at once. It turns out that my mother cares about me so much and trusts me so much! Earlier, I was complaining in my heart … it's time to break up with carelessness! After hard work, in another exam, I finally got rid of my carelessness and got good grades.

I realized that my mother loved me, but in a special way. Mom's way is "indifference"! But I love my mother, and I love her indifference.

Because "indifference" always keeps me clear-headed! Oh, mom, if only you could "cold" me like this several times.

My father's composition is 600 words. The one upstairs is too old-fashioned, not written by primary school students. Use this.

My dad

I will draw a picture of my father. Dad wears black-rimmed glasses on his nose. He teaches geography at school, and this pair of glasses helps him see China and the whole world. He also teaches history, and this pair of glasses helps him to see the historical figures in the book, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, and understand the ever-changing historical facts. Dad's glasses are really binoculars! When I painted my father's eyes, I drew a pair of big black eye frames and drew many circles on the lenses. Although dad's nose can hold up the "telescope", it is not very smart. That time, he stewed meat at home, sat the pot on the stove, and prepared for class on the table. He didn't smell the burnt meat, or I ran in from the outside and told him. Is dad's nostril small?

My father is a humorous person. My father is short, thin and thin, with white skin and black hair. Anyone who sees him will think that he has permed his hair in the barber shop. His colleagues say that he is a fallen Christian, and I think so. Artist, a famous binding artist in five provinces of Central and South China. His solo exhibition was well received by many celebrities. He is also a funny man, especially fond of joking. I don't know if all artists are humorous, but I think my father is full of humorous cells. No matter how busy and tired he was at work, as soon as he entered the house, to be exact, he said that as soon as he saw me, he immediately smiled and I danced with him.

Dad is thin, of medium build, with a pair of modest eyes and a flat head. His high nose looks more energetic. The chiseled lips are covered with whiskers like steel needles. Dad has a lot of knowledge. He often tells me many amazing and interesting science stories and tries to exercise me in many ways.

My father is the first mate of the merchant ship of ocean shipping company. He is very tall, his yellowish hair is naturally curly, his white square face is embedded with a pair of smart eyes, and his nose is particularly big under his high nose. When I was a child, I often looked at his nostrils and asked, "Dad, why are your nostrils so big?" He always answers with a smile; "Choose a horse with a big nose, because a horse with a big nose runs fast. Dad was a sprint champion at school when he was a child. Do not believe you ask your mother. " At this time, my mother and I will look at his big nostrils and laugh.

Dad has heavy eyebrows and big eyes, and a pair of bright eyes always shines with stern eyes. Probably because of long-term mental work, the deep wrinkles on his forehead are commensurate with his age of less than forty.

7. Write my father's composition about 1000 words. The winter of 2005 was a season that moved me. Although the cold wind is howling, when I see my father's kind and easy-going smile, it always makes me forget all the unpleasant things and feel the warmth like spring. Before that, I always felt that my father was indifferent to me and couldn't stop me from anything, but since that incident, I have changed.

In the winter of 2005, my father and I will spend the Spring Festival in Shenyang. At that time, my grandfather died, and my family was in grief. The Spring Festival also ended hastily. Back in Shanghai, the train tickets were basically sold out, so it was difficult to buy plane tickets. So my father and I bought train tickets. Arriving at the railway station, there was already a sea of people-hands squeezed and legs squeezed. At that time, my father and I were both pushed up. And we can let the passengers standing in the ticket sit down. My father and I were just squeezed in front of the dining car, so we managed to get into the dining car seat smoothly. During the day, my father and I reluctantly insisted. But at night, I can't help it. Sleepy people always seem to be chasing me, and my eyelids are heavy. My only consciousness at that time was to sleep in my spacious and comfortable bed. After a while, I fell asleep. I vaguely felt my father standing next to me, telling me to have a good sleep. He also put on a down jacket for me. At that time, I felt a little sleepy and tired when my father said this, but I was so sleepy that I didn't want to lie on the whole dining car seat.

I woke up the next morning and took a deep and comfortable nap, which showed that I slept well last night. But just when I was sleepy, the old man on the other side told my father that he didn't sleep last night, just stood in the aisle of the crowded carriage, watching me closely, guarding me, giving me clothes, giving me his seat and giving me all his things. Hearing this, it seems that heaven and earth are one. My heart hurts even more when I think of the clutter and cold in the carriage at night. I turned my head and looked at my father sitting next to me. I found him a little haggard, his eyes were bloodshot, his skin was dark and he became a little old. Looking at my father's transformation of me, I feel guilty and hate my previous doubts about my father. But my father's cheerful and easy-going smile made me warmer, more memorable and more moved.

My father is an ordinary teacher in Pudong, Shanghai, but he educated me in his way. I thank my father, for touching me, for touching me, and for learning to be grateful.

8. Composition, dad looks at dad, and dad always looks so tall; Looking at my father, his shoulders always look so safe; Looking at my father, his face always seems so kind; Looking at my father ... I don't know since when, it has become a habit for me to look up at my father.

This kind of parallelism sentence should not be used at the beginning of writing a family composition, but can be written directly from the bottom.

When I was a child, I was my father's sidekick. I was very active at that time, and I couldn't be idle for a moment. I only know playing with my father, holding his wide and warm hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, and unwilling to let go. Two round eyes looked at his father's back from time to time. Although my father is not very tall and straight, even a little stout, he is tall and straight, full of confidence and strength. Looking up at my father's back, I feel full of security now. I feel that even if the sky falls, my father can carry it for me. I felt my confidence doubled and even my head was lifted unconsciously.

The calendar at home was torn off page by page and replaced with one after another. I have full confidence in my father. After several years of madness, I gradually left my father's side and made a number of friends of my own. Naturally, my friend replaced my father. I spent my time with my friend bit by bit, but I forgot my father.

Looking up, I found my father. I learned to be like a child, but suddenly I found that my father was not what he used to be-he was old! At that time, my father's body, which has always been tall and straight in my memory, has long been slightly hunched over by the burden of life, and his back, which has always been full of confidence, has also been smoothed over by trivial matters in life, making him look slightly hunched over. When he passed me, he reminded me of the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. When I took my father's hand again, was it still the hand I knew and missed? Those are a pair of hands that make me completely strange. The shocking blue veins on my hand beat my heart, and the thick cocoon on my palm shook my soul.

Yes, I am growing up and my father is getting old. My eyes are moist and my nose is sour. My father bought me everything with his love, his health and everything today, but he never complained. We had some rebellions in adolescence, which made the two generations have more generation gaps and hardly had time to talk to him. But my father is working hard for us silently, and his back is a little lonely. Maybe he didn't expect anything. Seeing my growth, he was comforted by his inexpressibility. This is his happiest thing. As a daughter, how much have I done for my father? Even if I talk to him, I always say I have no time.

Looking up at my father again, I know that my father's devotion and love to me are worth looking up to and returning with my life. In my heart, my father's figure has a height that no one can surpass.

Father, my heart will always be high.

General comment: This essay about my father is very emotional and true, and the writing is very smooth, but it is empty and difficult to impress people. I suggest this classmate read Zhu Ziqing's back again and see how Zhu Ziqing wrote about his father through the details of his father sending him to the train. The biggest problem with this composition is the lack of examples and details. Writing a character's composition, without examples and details, is basically a failure, even if the text is no matter how good. In addition, from the structural point of view, this composition basically conforms to the format of the exam-oriented composition. At the beginning, there are three juxtaposed sentences, the topic is located, the middle is written in detail, and finally the topic is concerned. It is ok to cope with the exam in this way, but judging from the requirements of prose creation, it seems deliberate, artificial and unnatural, which runs counter to the affectionate and memorable tone in the composition.

9. My father, I think he was born in a gray age lacking romance, a bleak and lifeless age, probably related to the mental outlook of that era and his own personality. He is heavy and introverted. He doesn't like my generosity and willfulness.

My sister, she loves me, cares about me and loves me. However, she and I are unhappy and indifferent at home. Confused, I don't know which cold wind blew into my house. Mother and father quarreled for some reason. Father always loses his temper, but I just grow bigger and bigger under the destruction of time. My mind has changed from my father's words and deeds.

My father's love is serious, so I have been escaping under the eaves. My father's love is indifferent, which makes me feel whether he is around. Although my father is indifferent and introverted, he always travels all the year round for our better life.

On that day, my father left. In order to make our life better, he traveled long distances and worked as a coolie. I went to grandma's house and my sister went to grandma's house. The indifferent family finally parted. For my sister and I, that's not a bad thing, because the indifferent family has finally disappeared. I came to another home. That home made me see the sunshine and feel warm, because it made me sunny, and the lost father's love made me relaxed.

Finally, that day, my father hurried back. Of course I know that he came back for my study. He had high expectations for me and gave me a pair of heavy wings to fly like a lonely goose. No matter how hard he tries, he can't achieve what he wants. I gave up for him, my own * * * and vitality.

He always likes to lecture me with a lot of words, telling me, "If you don't understand something, don't say it's unreasonable." Tell me: "No matter how wronged you are, you should take a step back, so that you can broaden your horizons ..." But I don't like that philosophy of life, but I didn't say it because he is my bitter father. Although I don't want to listen to what he said, I don't want to go against it.

Think of some childhood memories. He let me ride around on my shoulders; Buy a lot of small print books and let me practice writing one by one; Gray rainy days take me to climb a long mountain; ..... He thought it would make me happy and make me have an unforgettable childhood. However, he never knew that I didn't like playing, practicing calligraphy or climbing mountains in rainy days ... I prefer to play house with children.

I really want to summon up the courage to say to Huang Xiuxian and Wang Xiuxian that I can still keep my original intention without his bondage; Without his navigation, I still can't bury my thoughts. ...

However, that day, I opened his drawer, which was full of photos of my sister and me. I stood there for a long time. Suddenly, I understood that we were his dreams. Just like watching the sea is my dream. We should all try our best to find each other, but we didn't consider each other from each other's point of view.

Before, I always felt that there was a river between us. I am on this side of the river, but he is there. We can't get close.

Now, I know he is the one who ferried for me. I sincerely hope that one day, he can give me an oar and let us work together to master the direction.

10. My father wrote 400 words "Hey, what bad luck!" I sat at my desk helplessly, with my chin in one hand and my brow furrowed, and sighed heavily, with endless sadness in my eyes. I finally managed to cope with the mountain of homework assigned by the teacher. I thought I was finally liberated and could play for a while. But when my father went, he had a hard time with me. He coldly brought me a lot of test papers and reference books from somewhere and returned them to me. I was only taken into the study like a prisoner. My poor holiday! How precious a person's childhood is, but my childhood life is endless study and homework, and I seldom enjoy playing. How I long for a beautiful day! I feel that my childhood is as white as paper, so lonely and helpless.

I suddenly realized that I jumped up with excitement, as if I had heard my grandfather say that my father was not like me when he was a child, but he could play and learn so-so. By the way, I immediately thought of it. Why not do this and that?

I came to the living room in fear and trembling and saw my father reading the newspaper on the sofa, so I sat down beside him and whispered, "Dad, I don't know how to write a composition."

As soon as my father heard that I couldn't write, he immediately put down the newspaper and asked seriously, "What composition?"

"This is a request to write about my childhood life different from my father's." One stand hand, I embarrassed, "but how do I know dad's childhood? Why don't you tell me what you did and played? "

"When I was a child, my family was not rich." Dad didn't notice my strategy at all, as if he had returned to childhood, and a smiling face like a child rippled on his face. "At that time, unlike now, there were not so many new clothes, snacks and toys. Unlike now, I can buy whatever I want, so happy! "

"No toys?" I changed the subject cunningly. "What are you playing without toys? Then your childhood must be very miserable! "

"Nonsense!" Dad stared at me. "Your father was smart when he was a child and could play. I like fighting crickets, catching crickets, rolling hoop, playing stray bullets, and coming to Bao Fang to make slingshots. By the way, dad is still on the primary school football team. "

I am very excited to watch my father recall his happy childhood. My father fell into my trap. I pretended to be curious and asked, "Hey, Dad, you've been playing for so long. How can you finish so much homework assigned by the teacher? " So grandpa doesn't ask you? Won't you be given so many test papers and reference books to study? "

Dad was asked by me like a barrage, and the smile on his face froze and fell silent.

"Can you study hard without doing so many homework and papers?" Seeing that my father was speechless, I deliberately raised my voice. "Then how can I build my motherland and be a useful person to society?"

Dad's face turned red, which was embarrassing. As soon as I saw the effect, I pretended to be miserable. "dad! How free it is to live in your childhood and recall so many childhood memories. But what about me? I have been studying, studying, studying all day. This is my childhood. I don't want to recall my childhood in the future. Now I don't remember what the park looks like. How tragic! "

Dad hesitated and looked at me helplessly. "Son, who let you catch up with this competitive society?" Otherwise, we have a holiday today, and dad will take you to have a good time. "

Yes, I jumped three feet. "Long live Dad!" "The plan is successful!"