Fuai primary school composition

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Father loves primary school composition 1 Everyone often says: "Mountain, water." Mine is like a mountain, sheltering me from the wind and rain; my

Like a deep pool, it surrounds me wholeheartedly.

How great my mother's love for me is! My mother has been working hard for this family since childhood. My mother is worried about me from doing small things to doing big things. Once, I came back from playing in the afternoon, listless. My mother touched my forehead with her hand. Ah! I had a high fever, and my mother quickly put an antipyretic patch on me and took me to the hospital ... Time passed quickly. After the antipyretic injection, my mother immediately went to get the medicine, fearing that the pharmacy would close ... The next morning, I saw my mother fall asleep at my bedside. It turns out that my mother has been waiting for me by my bed. Somehow, I shed tears of emotion.

How selfless dad's love is! Once when my father came back from work, I told him that I wanted to buy books. Father readily agreed, so we went to Xinhua Bookstore to buy books. It was a lovely noon, and the burning sun baked the earth, which made me uncomfortable. I begged my father to buy an ice cream. Dad said, "It's not good to drink cold. Go back and drink boiled water. " "Hum, dad is so stingy!" I am full of discontent. But when I arrived at the bookstore, my stingy father actually bought me a few hundred yuan of books! I only know that my father is not stingy, but teaches me not to buy things that I shouldn't buy in life, but to use money in useful places.

Thank you, gentle and considerate mother! Thank you, stingy dad! I must repay your love when I grow up!

There are many kinds of love in the world. Mother's love for us is the warmth in cold spring. When we are thirsty, the friendship of friends is a clear spring; The love of our brothers and sisters is a little dependence on the road of life, while my father's love for us is deep and unknown, but his love for us has always been. ...

My father's skin is very dark, because he often does tired and heavy work in the farmland. Probably because I often do heavy work, my hands are cracked and rough. If you only look at his hands, people who don't know will definitely think it is the hands of two demons. This is fatherly love! But it is such a father, his talent may not be outstanding, and his appearance may not be the best. But he gave me one of the most precious friendships in the world-fatherly love.

My father's love for me is not as meticulous as my mother's. His love for us can be called rough nerves, but he cares about us in his own unique way, so unknown. It seems that children want the stars in the sky and will not refuse.

Dad's love for us has never been publicly expressed. They care about their children with their actions. The child did something wrong. Dad has always played a strict role, and the children have been bullied. Father always supports us behind our backs and encourages us silently.

This is fatherly love! Father's love is indispensable to our growth!

Father loves primary school composition 3. Everyone said, "Father loves mountains and mother loves water." I have a good father who loves love the water.

In life, my mother is a "careless" person, and her work is very busy, so from childhood to adulthood, my life is almost always taken care of by my father.

From grade one to now, my father sent me to school every day. He cooked breakfast for me in different ways. He also helped me repair pencils, fill ink and prepare boiling water ... Dad did countless things for me.

I have been a spoiled kid since I was a child, and I want to rely on my father for everything. When I was a child, I was too lazy to walk, so my father hugged me, which caused him to have scapulohumeral periarthritis, and now I still have frequent attacks. What moved me most was that my father taught me to shoot and aim in order to help me treat my eyes. I was born with amblyopia, so I have to wear glasses since I was a child. The doctor taught me to look at a fixed target and practice my eyesight. So every time my father takes me to the park, he will try his best to coax me to play with balloons or targets.

Dad used to be a dead shot when he was in the army. He also said that as long as I have the confidence to keep practicing, I will definitely become a champion when I grow up. Every time he taught me by hand: "Aim at the balloon with the cross first, aim at the sight …" I followed his method and hit a balloon with a bang. I am very happy, more confident, and I like shooting slowly. I often invite my father to shoot. The grades are getting better and better, sometimes full marks 10.

After a period of cooperation and treatment, when I went to the hospital for examination, the doctor found that my vision had recovered a lot and gave my father a thumbs up. Only then did I realize that my father loved me in this special way.

I am very happy to have such a good father who loves Shan love the water. Dad, I love you, thank you.

Father loves primary school composition 4 Dad, I can't express my gratitude to you in any words. Your love for me is as high as a mountain and as deep as the sea.

I accidentally broke my right arm while skateboarding during the summer vacation, so my parents rushed me to the hospital. When setting the bone, the doctor asked my father to hold my leg. Dad's big hand pressed my leg hard, and the doctor began to help me set the bone carefully. I cried out in pain and grabbed my dad's forearm. My nails had penetrated my dad's flesh and blood was coming out. Dad frowned, choked back, pretended to be indifferent, and continued to press my legs hard.

When she walked out of the bonesetting room, her mother burst into tears. Dad came over, patted me on the shoulder and said softly, "Are you better, son?" You must regard every setback as an opportunity to experience yourself in order to become a real man. "I turned to my father and saw that he was anxiously looking at my bandaged arm. His eyes are moist. Ah, my father endured my pain and came to comfort me. I can't worry my father any more! So I squeezed out a smile: "I'm much better." I just pinched your arm. I'm sorry! """What is this? You are my son! It's nothing to suffer! "Dad smiled, squatted down and went home behind my back.

Ah! Dad, I can't forget your strong hands and bitten back! Your love for me will never be forgotten!

Fatherly love primary school composition 5 says that maternal love is the greatest love in the world, but in fact, fatherly love is the same. Father is our second sun. If we are flowers in the garden, then my father is a diligent gardener; If we are cheerful birds, then our father must be our blue sky.

I remember in the song "Father", I always asked you for it, but I never said thank you. At home, my father loves me very much and gives me whatever I want, but I have never said a word, Dad, thank you, I love you! Whenever I am sick, my father always stays by my bed. Every time I see that my exam results are not satisfactory, my father always comforts me and encourages me again and again.

Fatherly love is majestic, silent, melancholy and profound. According to the old legend, my mother gave me flesh and blood to grow up, and my father gave me bones to stand on. My father gave me an inspiration, a lesson, a love that I couldn't understand for a while but benefited for life. And this kind of love is my father's life's contribution. My father's thin figure, like an immortal lighthouse, shows me how to go in the future. No matter when I was a student, or when I stepped on the three-foot platform today, I was reminded to be a strong man of knowledge and a real society.

Without too many words and blessings, I realized my father's fiery heart, and my back made me forget the cold outside the window. Winter seems to be fleeting. I have never done anything for my father, but I always want to say to my father, Dad, you have worked hard and I love you!

Sixth grade: Yang Xuemei

Some people say that a mother's love is like water and a father's love is like a mountain. But in my heart, my father's love is tender as water and fierce as fire.

I remember the other day, my mother asked me to practice table tennis at home. Although I don't want to, I still pick up my racket to practice. I feel that I have been very serious, but the ball always won't listen to me, and soon I "escaped" the racket. At first, my father sat watching and gently encouraged me, don't worry, diligence can make up for it, take your time. After reading it for a while, he couldn't help it: "Son, the gesture is wrong. You need to adjust it." "I don't want it, I'm used to it!" My stubbornness is back. "Wrong is wrong, why don't you accept it!" Dad's voice rose several octaves, and his anger erupted like a volcano. I was so scared that my hand shook and the ball "flew" again!

After that, my father came to me. I thought he was going to hit me. Unexpectedly, he just held my hand and carefully helped me to hold the position of the racket, so that I could keep this position and continue dribbling. I was frightened by his "coercion" and had to follow. Once, twice, three times ... Gee, although the posture feels awkward, it seems that the ball is "obedient". I tried several times, but I broke through more than 20 times in one breath. This is my new record! After the rain cleared, my mood suddenly improved.

"Thank you, Dad." I'm embarrassed to tell my father. "Remember, son, when you do something wrong, you should humbly accept the kind reminder from others." Dad became a gentle father again, touched my head and said, "A real man should be brave enough to admit his mistakes. It's never too late to mend, you know? "

This incident gave me a profound education. I deeply understand that whether it is water or fire, fatherly love will always be the driving force for me to grow into a real man! Dad, believe me, I will do my best!

Father loves primary school composition 7 My father and I were incompatible since childhood, and we didn't even eat together, because I felt that my father didn't love me and I couldn't see my father every time I was sick, until that time I changed my view of my father.

I remember it was when I was in the fourth grade. One day, the Chinese exam results came out. I scored 100 and trotted home. When I got home, I didn't see the mother I wanted to see most, but my father I didn't want to see most did. When my father saw the paper, he said to me, "Why did you send out the exam results? No, I didn't. " I said angrily, "No, I got full marks, and then my father said to me," Copy it. " After hearing this sentence, I looked at my father's face again. I ran to the room and began to cry. After running for a while, my mother came back and said to me, "Did you quarrel with your father? "! " I said, "It was my dad who quarreled with me." My mother said to me again, "Why can't you get along with your father?" I said, "Dad doesn't love me!" Mother added, "Do you know who checks your homework?" I said, "Didn't you check?" At this time, my mother said to me, "You usually put your homework in the study and go to bed by yourself. You think I checked. In fact, your father goes to the study to check your homework every night. " I thought to myself: mom will lie, but dad won't show me my homework. Today, I must go to the study. I put my homework in the study and hid it. After a while, my father came. He went to the study, lit a lamp and checked my homework carefully. Seeing this, I want to tell my father that I was wrong about you, but I didn't say it.

Motherly love is selfless, while paternal love is unknown.

Fatherly love primary school composition 8 geese fly without a trace, the years are silent, and the fleeting time sneaks away from the fingers. In a blink of an eye, I have grown up gradually, but my father is fading away like the sunset in the evening.

I don't know how to describe my father's love for me. He always keeps a straight face, as if I had made another big mistake, but in the long river of memory, suddenly, there came a refreshing fragrance, which I tried to suck, recall and move. ...

I have a bad habit of skipping breakfast since I was a child, and I don't know how many times I have been scolded by my parents. Once, after I got up, I saw a bowl of noodles on the table. I thought dad ate the leftovers, so he didn't eat them. When I came home from school at noon, I said to my mother unhappily, "Mom! I don't want to eat in the morning, and you don't have to ask dad to leave me a meal! " "no! Chen Chen, what's the matter with you? " Mom said with puzzle. Hey! What the hell is going on here? I want to find out!

The next morning, I woke up early on purpose, got dressed and hid in the dark. At this time, I was cooking alone in the kitchen, and I couldn't help but be dumbfounded. It was my father who made breakfast for me, and I was in tears. ...

When I was a bird, I flew in his arms. Now, my father is an umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain. My father is a ray of sunshine that illuminates the road in the dark. My father is an oasis on my future road.

If I were a writer, I would use beautiful words to describe my father; If I were a painter, I would render my father with beautiful colors; If I were a stonemason, I would carve my father with the best jade.

However, I am nothing now, I can only thank him with a sincere heart, face all difficulties with a positive attitude, live up to my father's expectations, study hard, learn my skills well, and repay my parents' kindness when I grow up.

Father loves elementary school composition 9 I have an eccentric father who says he is eccentric because he likes to laugh strangely. His smiling expression and voice made people feel "awkward". It was this eccentric father who accompanied me through eleven spring and autumn periods. In these eleven spring and autumn years, my father has been taking care of me in every possible way, but I have been dissatisfied and complaining about some of my father's behaviors, and I don't know the inside story until now.

Five years before I became sensible, I found that my father often put fish and vegetables in my bowl, which happened to be my least favorite things. Moreover, once I put chopsticks into my favorite fried meat, my father would immediately warn me and ask me how many pieces of meat I had eaten. If it exceeds five dollars, he will mercilessly take the meat out of my eyes, and then large pieces of fish and piles of vegetables will flood in, and then I will. It tastes terrible! Of course, sometimes I will finish the fish and vegetables handed over by my father skillfully. At that time, my father would praise me greatly and take me out for a walk. At that time, I will be very happy. But in any case, I always have a complaining attitude towards my father. This attitude didn't change until my second grade. At that time, the teacher told us about the greatness of maternal love and fatherly love. After listening to it, I suddenly realized that I wanted to finish the fish and vegetables handed over by my father when I went home.

Now I am eleven years old and will graduate soon. Now I seldom complain about my father's behavior, and I have a deeper understanding of what he did: he did it for my own good, he gave me food and fish because I was afraid of malnutrition, and his behavior was instinctive-that is love.

Father loves primary school composition 10 When I was a child, my mother told me that my father loved me the most. I don't believe it because I don't understand it at all.

I didn't know until I grew up that my father had been silently supporting me, encouraging me and giving me everything he could. Only then did I understand what it meant that my father's love for boxing was more important than mountains.

I remember last week, when I got home, my mother went to work and my father was busy cooking for me. I think he is in a hurry, so I'm going to help him. He wouldn't, and he insisted that I rest, so I had to give up. When he invited me to dinner, I saw that he was sweating profusely and his nose was a little sour.

In the evening, I was sitting in my room reading, and my father was doing the accounts. When the weather turned cold, I coughed a few times and didn't pay much attention. I keep reading. But dad immediately put down his work and went to get my medicine. I told my father to leave me alone and do his thing, but my father said this to me: "Since you were born, you have become the center of my life. What is more important than you? " I listened, my eyes were astringent and my heart was warm. I said to my father, "Dad, thank you for loving me so much." "Silly child, there is no kindness between father and daughter!"

Then I went back to my room to sleep. At night, I suddenly woke up and heard my mother talking to my father. "Really, you don't know that your trachea is not good, but you are still cooking hard and refuse to take your daughter out to eat?" "My daughter has been studying all morning. It's time for me to cook. The food outside is unsanitary, for fear of eating my daughter's stomach. Oh, my daughter caught a cold today. I'll go and see her. " Then my father came to my bedside, gently tucked the corner of my quilt, and gently closed the door when he left. I vaguely heard him say, "Don't let my cough wake my daughter." I finally couldn't help it, tears of gratitude welled up in my eyes, and I felt my father's deep love for me.

Father's love is a mountain, and it will always be the daughter's support.

Father loves primary school composition 1 1 Finally, the little girl finally felt a deep father's love, and the father's love is like a mountain. His father never expressed his love for the little girl, but he listened to her and did everything for her. But his father never expressed his love in words. The little girl felt that his father owed her and should have bought her so many things by nature. ...

A few months later, the little girl and her classmates were walking in the street, playing with their mobile phones. The classmate glanced at her mobile phone and said, "xx, you can change your mobile phone. The memory of this mobile phone is too small to use at all ... "The little girl nodded and felt that it was all the fault of her poor father. She bought herself a mobile phone with such a small memory and blamed him. The girl said, "It's a little small, but it's quite troublesome to change." At this time, the girl's father came over wearing the clothes of the sanitation worker. The girl students saw that man was dirty and torn, and his face was dirty. The girl students quickly pulled the girl away and said, "It's really dirty ... let's leave it quickly." The girl gave her father a deep look, and she was also disgusted. At this time, my father came over and asked, "Little girl, can you give me the empty bottle in your hand?" The girl froze for a few seconds and reached out and gave her the bottle.

The girl was deeply moved. So that's how my dad usually makes money. He wants to beg with others without dignity, just to study and go to school for me, and to meet my various excessive demands from time to time ... It turns out that my father has been doing this all these years. The girl wanted to call her father, but her classmates dragged her away. She looked back from time to time and looked at her father's rickety back, her eyes slightly red. The girl just wanted to rush up and hug her, but her father blocked his mouth with his finger and told her not to talk.

Father loves primary school composition 12 A heavy snow came suddenly and violently like influenza A, and people spent several days in a snowy world. White snow flowers make the earth particularly beautiful, but at the same time they also bring inconvenience to people who travel.

At noon that day, when school was over, I looked at the snowflakes flying outside the window. They are like white skirts of girls one by one. It is because of these "angels in white" that winter is more lovely. I think my father must be on his way to pick me up.

Finally, after school, I waited and waited until my father appeared, so I reluctantly walked to my grandmother's house. When I first arrived at my grandmother's house, my father hurried to pick me up. Seeing my father tired, I asked with concern, "Dad, what's wrong with you?" Father said, "I was busy for a long time this morning, so I lit a fire in our house to let you go home to warm up and bought briquettes to walk around ..." At this time, the snow was getting heavier and the wind was blowing tighter. I sat behind the motorcycle, cold and straight. At the intersection near home, my father suddenly braked. Because the ground was too slippery, we fell heavily on the ground, covered in mud, and my father was injured to protect me. To this day, my father's chest still hurts. Seeing my father's pain, I have been blaming myself, because I have always suspected that grandma's cooking is not delicious, so my father will pick me up in the snow.

Watching my father suffer from fatigue and pain, as a daughter, there is nothing I can do. Only studying hard is the best reward for him. I will never forget my father's love in the snow.

Fatherly love primary school composition 13 maternal love is like fire, warm and strong, fatherly love is like the sea, vast and calm. Maybe you think that fatherly love is minimal, but it is not. Father's love is great and silent. As long as you observe it carefully, you will feel it deeply.

One afternoon, the sky was overcast and the rain was pouring down. Dad just came home from the hospital after a car accident, but the weather was so bad that he just didn't bring an umbrella. We were both worried.

Dad thought for a moment, took off his thick coat and put it on for me. A cold wind blew, and I still felt quite warm, but my father only had a thin shirt. In this stormy day, you can't let your father who hasn't recovered freeze! I took off my clothes without saying anything.

Dad quickly stopped me and let me get dressed. I said, "Dad, you're not well yet. You'll catch cold." Dad smiled and said humorously, "Your father is in good health. How could he be knocked down by a little light rain? " I have no choice but to put on my coat and go home.

It was windy and rainy all the way, which was really annoying. After my father came home, when the light shone, I found that my father's clothes were all wet and clung to my father. I felt cold when I looked at them. I quickly took a dry towel and handed it to my father: "Dad, dry it quickly and put on new clothes, or you will catch a cold!" " "Hearing this, my father said with emotion," My daughter is really sensible and my father is fine. "

Father's love is just such a trivial move, just such an ordinary coat, just a gentle "I'm fine", but it has brought me permanent touch and warmth that I will never forget.

Father's love for primary school composition 14 Father's love is as heavy as a mountain; Father's love is as broad as the sea; Father's love is as calm as the earth. Perhaps we have doubted countless times whether my father loves us or not. But there are countless moments that tell us that our father loves us very much.

Take my homework as an example. When I was in the first grade, I was overwhelmed by the dense Chinese characters. Usually my mother comes to teach me to do my homework. My mother is a hothead and will only urge me: "Do it quickly, you are too slow!" " "Dad will come back at the weekend and will be excited to teach me. He is very patient. Even if I still don't understand it after listening to it for three times, my father will not be angry, but will continue to explain it to me tirelessly.

Let's talk about my toys. I saw a robot in a toy dump last year, but it was too expensive, so I went somewhere else. Every time I pass by here, I can't help but look up at this expensive intelligent robot. When my father knew it, he pointed to the intelligent robot and said, "If you like this, buy it, but you must study hard after buying it." I am happy to hold the robot, and the price of the robot has gone up again, but my father bought it without hesitation. I want to say to my father, "Thank you!"

But dad has one shortcoming, that is, he loves to sleep. Whether I am sick or I can't finish a lot of homework, he will fall asleep when he is sleepy and ignore me at all. However, he goes to bed early at night and gets up late during the day. Why? Later I learned that the first thing he did when he woke up in the morning was to play games, which made my online class very stuck and I had to take it again. If he gets up, he must have played enough games.

Dad, I know you love me very much. However, can you get rid of the habit of sleeping? I hope you can spend more time with me.

Fatherly love primary school composition 15 Fatherly love is an invisible love. It won't make you feel it all the time, but it will make you feel warm all the time.

When I was a child, I always thought that my mother loved more than my father, but after that, I changed my mind. In fact, parents' love is the same, but they express it in different ways.

One day, the bulletin board of every building said: There will be an open-air movie on the East Side at eight o'clock tonight! The "movie" and "exclamation point" at the back are particularly large. When people got the news, it spread quickly, and people who didn't know it knew it.

In the evening, people rush from home to the big screen to watch movies. Because we went late, it was already full of people. I said to my father, "Dad, why don't we stop looking and go home?" As soon as I finished, my father had put his arm around my neck. I didn't say anything more, so I watched a movie with my father.

Half an hour after the movie ended, my father's hand suddenly shook and almost fell off me. I said to my father anxiously, "Dad, you should be careful. Otherwise, I will fall. " Dad didn't say anything.

After another half hour, the film finally ended. I didn't even say thank you Suddenly, dad's mouth moved, and what he wanted to say was swallowed back.

The next day, my father's hand did not move. I didn't know until I asked my mother that my father's hands were too sour. Because he cheated on me yesterday, my hands are very sour today.

This incident made me feel that my parents love me the same, but in different ways.