Dad's words are a composition of senior one.

No matter in study, work or life, everyone has the experience of writing, so you are familiar with writing. Writing is an important means to cultivate people's observation, association, imagination, thinking and memory. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is my father's composition (7 selected articles) for everyone. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

Dad's words: 1, senior one composition, experienced a difficult military training. I became a student in Mianzhu Middle School. Today is the fourth week of school, but I always remember the day of military training.

It was a hot day, and the instructor made us all stand in the sun. Of course, to put it mildly, it is "sunbathing". We were all carrying a book, and the instructor said we couldn't let the book fall, so I didn't move. When we were standing in the military posture, the instructor showed us a film, which was a speech. Time has blurred my memory, I can't remember it clearly. I'm talking about the love between parents and children. I just deeply remember that at that time, almost all of us were in tears.

No matter how hard the military training was, we didn't shed a tear, but the twenty-minute speech made us cry like children. At that moment, I remembered a lot. I remembered my father's words and the way he spoke.

Dad was watching TV in bed, so I jumped on the bed and said, "Dad, I want to buy a mountain bike, just buy it for me!" " "I mentioned this to my father before, because I was reckless in his eyes. Once I was hit by a car, my father was particularly worried about my safety. My family is not rich, and it is hard for my parents to earn some money, so my father has always disagreed. I was a little unhappy and began to spoil my father, which is the usual style of girls. Dad's face changed, and I dare not say another word when I see that the situation is not good. Dad was silent for a while and told me a passage that I always remember.

Dad said, "Daughter, you know our family is not rich. Although a car is not expensive, you should still remember the car accident that year! " ! You can scare your parents, and dad is worried about you. "

At the moment, I feel a little angry. I thought: I am not a child anymore. But the next words silenced me.

Dad said, "Daughter, you should study hard in the next few days and be sure to succeed in the future.". Do whatever you want. " . I wonder how often I can go home after work. My parents want nothing. I just want you to remember, remember that my parents are still here, remember that I went home when I missed my parents, remember what happened and call my parents. Tell them that my parents will always be by your side. "

It was such a sentence that suddenly made me cry. I didn't want my father to see me cry, because I felt embarrassed, so I buried my head in the quilt. Dad tried to open the quilt, and I spoke, but I pulled it tighter.

Yes, now I am in high school. I only go home once a week, and I can only stay at home for four days a month. So how often can I go home after work? A month? Or a few months?

Dad's words touched me for a long time and made me think a lot. At this time, I should cherish time and cherish the days with my parents!

Father's words were written in senior one. Six years of primary school is fleeting, and there are some lingering things in it. What impressed me the most was the eight words my father said to me-"It doesn't matter, just work hard."

That day, I was walking home alone. The blue sky didn't make my mood better, but it made me depressed. The flowers blooming on the roadside seem to mock my incompetence, and the exhaust of the car is even more pungent and suffocating. Everything seems to be because of that bright red score-87.

I moved home slowly with anxiety, ready to meet the erosion of a storm. Forget it, it's going to be scolded sooner or later anyway, isn't it different?

When I handed the test paper to my father, he stared at it for a long time. At that time, except for silence, the air was condensed and I could hear my heartbeat. The scalp is numb, the nerves are getting more and more nervous, and I am always ready to accept the baptism of the storm. Unexpectedly, after a long silence, my father didn't criticize me, but frowned: "I didn't do well in this exam." Do you know why? " Seeing that I bowed my head and said nothing, I continued: "If you study hard, even if you only get 60 points in the exam, I won't blame you;" But you are not serious, even if you get 98 or 99, I will not be happy. Because you can get 100 points, understand? ..... Well, it doesn't matter. If you don't do well in this exam, you must learn from it and work hard. " I looked at a serious and kind father and nodded heavily.

I woke up the next day feeling refreshed. The birds look so beautiful and the flowers are so intoxicating. The sun shines in the sky and the flowers smile at me. I will study hard and make progress every day. But I'm doing the same thing again-I'm doing little tricks at the bottom when others are listening-it doesn't matter, just try.

Playing the piano, learning English, doing the Olympics and drawing are all absent-minded. "It doesn't matter if you work hard", which was originally a sentence to comfort me not to be depressed, was taken as a shield for laziness by me.

Finally, my father saw me like this and said to me seriously, "What's wrong with you recently?" "I ... I ... I tried ..." "Did you really try? Do you really study everything carefully? " Yes, I should ask myself: Have I really tried? Do you really study everything carefully?

From this day on, my prodigal son turned around and turned over a new leaf, determined to change. I carefully wrote down every word the teacher said in class; I also made it clear what I didn't understand in my homework ... it's a lot of trouble. After my efforts, I was greeted by a sign "100".

The road of learning continues, and my father's words will always be the red slogan on my way forward.

Dad's words are high school composition. March is silent, and the phoenix tree is silent. It's late at night, but I'm still doing seemingly endless exercises. ...

Time flows bit by bit at the tip of the pen, "Oh!" Suddenly, I had a flash of light, and I had some ideas on the math problem. I was about to rush a set of lively and lovely problem-solving steps onto the paper in one breath when my mother interrupted my train of thought. "Baby, if you don't sleep so late, you won't get up tomorrow morning!" Put a cup of lemon tea in the corner of the table. The aroma of tea climbed to the tip of my nose, but it also disturbed my thinking. The swirling vortex lines of tea annoyed me. I dropped my pen on the table angrily, but I didn't expect to knock that cup of hot tea over, and glass fragments splashed everywhere. I am even more annoyed: "What are you doing here? With so much homework, how can I sleep until I finish it? I messed up all my ideas! " I shouted at my mother rudely. Mother didn't speak, turned and went out.

After all this noise, my mind is even more confused. Looking at these annoying questions, I climbed into bed and cried. In a daze, a pair of big hands patted me heavily. It's my father. He asked me to sit at the table, went out and took two ice creams, and handed me one. He frowned and sat quietly on the bed, staring at the photos on the wall for a long time, silent. I licked the ice cream once, and my eyes couldn't help but follow my father's eyes to the photo, which was taken when my family went to the seaside. In the photo, I hold my parents' hands tightly, and the smiles of the three of us are so bright and warm. My heart can't help shaking.

At this time, my father said, "You always followed your mother when you were young, and then you disappeared and cried for her. Do you remember? Your mother is busy at work, but she always teaches you to do this and helps you do that … ""I know, but … "My father patted me on the shoulder with a smile and said," My parents love you, son. We know that you are under great pressure to study, but you should not take maternal love as an outlet. What do you think? " "I know ..." "You were crying just now, but you didn't see what your mother was doing. She shed more tears than you. What people hate most is to leave an angry face for others to see. Impulse venting, hurting people and hurting themselves! " My heart sank, and I began to cherish my mother and think of her tenderness and love. At the moment, I hate myself.

I said, "Dad, I know what to do." I poured a cup of hot water and went to my mother's room. ...

That night, my father's words were a clear spring that washed my anxious heart. Talking with him made me understand that I can't trample on my parents' love for any reason!

Dad's words 4 whenever you encounter setbacks and your mood falls to the bottom, what makes you turn defeat into victory, make a comeback and regain your confidence? When I was in trouble, it was my father's words that moved me and made me hold my head high and move on.

When I don't want to learn tennis any more, it's because of my father's words: "As long as you stick to it, you will succeed one day." At first, I always went in one ear and out the other, but in a game, I began to trust my father's words, so I began to work hard and study hard in every class. In a competition, God finally paid off. I finally defeated my strong opponent and let her fail. I really won! The most grateful person is not only every class, but also a sentence from my father, which made me take the first step of success.

At the turning point when I graduated from kindergarten and entered primary school, I was in tears and couldn't bear to leave my companion who had been with me in kindergarten for four years. Dad squatted down and said to me, "Now is just another stage of another life." I don't understand this sentence, but it makes me no longer hesitate, but resolutely stride forward and walk into the school gate of primary school.

Whenever I fail in the exam, my father always takes pains to teach me how to correct it. My father is not only indifferent, but also said to me, "Don't lose heart, failure is the mother of success." With the encouragement of my father, I have been working hard! Work hard! Try harder! I hope I can be among the best in the next exam and make others sit up and take notice.

Dad's words made me stop bowing my head at the turning point, stop losing heart, and stop trying to give up halfway. Dad is like a magical magician. He showed me the maze and helped me solve many problems. What can I do to repay you? Is it a treasure or a million mansions? Neither! Dad said that as long as I am a person who is helpful to society in the future, I will give him the best return! How can I not appreciate my father's complaints and contentment?

Dad! Thank you for your tireless dedication and endless care, let me grow stronger and stronger from the seedlings under your careful care! Dad! Because of you, I will become a great person who is helpful to society, and may be unique.

Dad! Thank you for your encouraging words, which deeply moved me! My promise, please wait and see!

When the teacher sends out the form, let parents write a motto to encourage their children and let students write a motto to encourage themselves. I don't care. Why bother my parents with such a trivial matter? I can do it myself.

When I came home from school at the weekend, it was suddenly forgotten. I thought my parents didn't know anyway, and the family ate around the table at night. Dad seems to have something to say, but he is embarrassed to say it. He kept asking me if there was anything going on at school. After a long time, my father finally asked me, "Where are the forms issued by the school?" I was dumbfounded. It turns out that my father still remembers it, just like letting me take the initiative. I saw my father start thinking with a form, frowning from time to time and writing a few words on the draft paper from time to time. My heart was shocked. It turned out that my father was so concerned about my affairs, which made me feel very uncomfortable.

After about half an hour, my father finally wrote it. I looked at the poor but neat font on the paper, and I could see that my father wrote carefully. Dad wrote: Success will not happen in the future, but it will accumulate from the moment you decide to do it. I was very moved after reading it, although there were typos. Dad smiled shyly: "I wrote wrong words, I'm sorry." I know my father attaches too much importance to this matter, to the point of nervousness. I think he wants to write a sentence that inspires me to study hard. I'm really touched.

Dad is right, success is not something in the future, but something accumulated slowly now, starting from the moment you make up your mind. Usually, my father often teaches me: everything depends on yourself, and we are happy for you if you have the ability; You have no ability, we can only do this for you. In short, everything is in my own hands. These words of my father always inspire and encourage me.

Whenever I want to be lazy, I think of my father's words. Although I can't get an 12-point spirit, I can get seven or eight points. The future is an incomplete puzzle in our own hands, and the content of the puzzle is up to us. Dad's motto is not written in vain, it will always inspire me and become my motivation to learn.

My success starts from now on.

From birth to now, I have lived with my father for 1 1 year. What impressed me the most were three sentences my father said to me.

The first sentence was in the early summer when I was eight years old.

I found 20 yuan at school that day, and my deskmate just dropped 20 yuan. After school, I bought a lot of delicious food with this 20 yuan and ate this pile of snacks with relish on the roadside. When I got home, I told my father proudly, and his face suddenly became serious. "When I was a child, I didn't learn well. How did you get it when you grew up? If you don't pay me back twenty dollars today, you will be more greedy tomorrow! " Hearing this, my face turned red and I was particularly ashamed. The next day, I took out twenty dollars from the piggy bank and returned it to my deskmate.

The second sentence is in my winter vacation when I was nine years old.

At noon that day, my father and I went shopping outside and talked while walking. When we were halfway, we found a disabled person with a missing leg on the side of the road. I looked at him and thought it was funny. At first, I laughed silently in my heart. Later, the more I thought about it, the more funny I felt, and I smiled. When my father heard this, he gave me a look and took me home without saying anything. When I got home, my father said to me seriously, "Is the disabled with broken legs that funny?" If one day you become like this and others laugh at you, how will you feel? "After listening to my father's words, I felt ashamed and suddenly understood: I should not laugh at those poor disabled people, but help them.

The third sentence happened in the summer vacation when I was ten years old.

That afternoon, our family sat at the dinner table for dinner. Eating, thinking that I haven't written my summer homework yet, I can't write it. What should I do? So, I complained to my parents: "Alas, it is so difficult to go to school! It's too bad to have to recite and write homework! " Hearing this, my father's eyes widened and he said to me seriously, "How nice it is to go to school, just like my father had no money to go to school when he was a child!" "If you don't want to go, you will have to work as hard as your father in the future." After listening to my father's words, I know that going to school is a good thing and can make our future better.

My father's three words have benefited me a lot, and they have also become a bright light on my growth path!

As I remember, I was still a crying child. Usually there will always be quarrels because of some trivial things. In the sixth grade that year, my father's words changed me and an encouragement made me know myself again.

On a weekend Saturday, I don't know what made me cry. At this time, the careful father didn't know when to prepare two pieces of paper. I secretly saw a photo of a towering tree on a piece of paper, and the other was a blank piece of paper.

At this time, my father comforted me and gave me some encouragement. He said to me earnestly, "NoBao Er, look, there is a towering tree in this painting. It must have experienced the baptism of wind and rain and the suffering of lightning, and its roots have been deeply rooted in the ground. However, have you ever thought about the hardships it has experienced? " Have you thought about the hardships it has gone through? Have you ever thought about how it persists? "Dad's series of questions reminded me of my life. Is my life not worth living? I see. This tree and I lack a spirit-perseverance, not giving up, full of confidence in life. Is it not as good as it? ...

At this time, my father pulled me out of my memory and said to me, "In fact, life is like a chess game. If you choose "car", then you are a warrior in charge; If you choose "soldier", you can only take a step by step, but step by step, down-to-earth and slowly; If you choose "stone", you are loyal to "Jiang"; If you choose "general", although you have all military and political power, once you lose your life, you will be completely annihilated, so think twice before you act; If you choose ...

Dad had a rest, took a sip of water, wiped his sweat and refreshed himself. Obviously, he has put his heart into it.

"Life is like a blank sheet of paper." Dad went on talking, and I listened more carefully. "What you described above, then your life is what. If you want to do something useful, all you have to do is pay for the public. Like you, you are still very fragile. Now you have to take a brave step and become stronger. Then, you will achieve your own purpose ... "

What did I understand? Listening to my father's earnest words, I nodded unconsciously. Tears glistened in his eyes. ...

I became strong, and an encouragement made me strong.