You really shouldn't write a composition about dad.

1. Dad, you really shouldn't write a composition. Dad is the person I admire most in my life and the person I want to thank most. No one can match her love. I can't praise her with poems, songs or gifts. I can only express my love for her in words and thank her for her love with achievements and fame.

Since childhood, she has been quietly paying for me. She always leaves me good things. For the sake of my study, she scrimped and saved, and dared not buy brand-name clothes. I remember once again, my father and I went shopping. She saw a beautiful dress. After trying it on, it fits perfectly. But after seeing the price, she changed her face and said, "This dress is too bright to wear. Let's have a look after the price reduction. What clothes are nice and cheap! " I can't stand it any longer. I said to my father, "You say that every time, not only because these clothes are too expensive, but also because you are reluctant to buy them. Then why didn't you say that some books were too expensive when I was studying? "

Dad can't say anything. I said bitterly in my heart, dad, you really shouldn't.

Once, my father saw that I was too tired to study and bought my favorite chicken. After she made it, she asked me to eat and gave me a chicken leg. I said, "I don't like chicken legs." So I added chicken legs to her bowl.

She said, "Look, my stomach is so fat. If I eat any more, I will become a big fat man. You will have an exam these days. You should think more. You should eat something to mend your body. " I threw the chicken leg into the bowl, ate the rice in the bowl quickly, ran into the room, hid in the corner and secretly cried and said, "Dad, you really shouldn't."

Only fathers can do this for their children, and no love can compare with parents' love for their children.

Dad, you really shouldn't write in the first grade. Dad, I want to tell you that you should stop drinking.

Usually, your mother advises you not to drink, and you don't talk; I advise you not to drink, don't take it seriously; Neighbors advise you not to drink. You think they are joking with you. How can you treat well-meaning advice like this? Dad, you are a drunk without drinking much wine.

That day, you drank half a catty of wine and got so drunk that your left foot hit your right foot. Finally, you fell in the middle of the road, and many people gathered around to see the strangeness. In full view, I helped you get up and go home. I was so embarrassed.

When I talk about you, everyone around me knows that my father is an alcoholic. Dad, drinking is a mistake.

Do you remember? I cried on my tenth birthday. That day, you drank a lot of wine and got very drunk.

When I went to play with the iron gate, I crushed my thumb and lost a lot of blood. When I came back crying, my mother asked you to carry me to the hospital, but you lay in bed and said, "Don't go, don't, don't, don't." My mother ignored you and sent me to the hospital for six stitches.

When you got home, you almost got into a fight with your mother. If it weren't for mom that day, maybe your daughter's life would be gone. What a terrible thing! You have liver disease and you still drink every day, which makes your illness worse every day.

That morning, I brought you thick clothes and called you as soon as I saw a mass of blood on the ground. At that time, you had no spirit at all. You just whispered, "bring the ash, bring it." I brought ashes and swept away the blood.

Out of the room, my mother told me that your liver disease is very serious. In those days when you were seriously ill, your mother did all the housework and field work by herself, but she was exhausted.

But you still can't resist the temptation to drink, and you still don't want to give up drinking. Dad, you are only in your forties, and you still have a long way to go. How can you spoil your body like this? Is wine more important than life? Dad, I want to tell you, for me, for mom, for your health, for our family, stop drinking.

Dad, you really shouldn't write. Dad, you really shouldn't write.

My father, whom I admire most in my life, is also the person I want to thank most. No one can compare her love with mine. I can't praise her with poems, songs or gifts. I can only express my love for her in words, thank her for her love with achievements, and thank her with fame and achievements.

Since childhood, she has been quietly paying for me. She always leaves me good things. For the sake of my study, she scrimped and saved, and dared not buy brand-name clothes.

I remember once again, my father and I went shopping. She saw a beautiful dress. After trying it on, it fits perfectly. But after seeing the price, she changed her face and said, "This dress is too bright to wear. Let's have a look after the price reduction. What clothes are nice and cheap! " I can't stand it any longer. I said to my father, "You say that every time, not only because these clothes are too expensive, but also because you are reluctant to buy them. Then why didn't you say that some books were too expensive when I was studying? " Dad can't say anything. I said bitterly in my heart, dad, you really shouldn't.

Once, my father saw that I was too tired to study and bought my favorite chicken. After she made it, she asked me to eat and gave me a chicken leg. I said, "I don't like chicken legs." So I added chicken legs to her bowl. She said, "Look, my stomach is so fat. If I eat any more, I will become a big fat man. You will have an exam these days. You should think more. You should eat something to mend your body. " I threw the chicken leg into the bowl, ate the rice in the bowl quickly, ran into the room, hid in the corner and secretly cried and said, "Dad, you really shouldn't."

Only fathers can do this for their children, and no love can compare with parents' love for their children.

You really shouldn't write a paragraph with dad. I just saw this topic, but I really can't write it at the moment.

Because I never think dad is hard! In my eyes, my father never works. At most, I type on the computer every day, speculate in stocks when I have time, or browse the web.

So I thought about it for a day and didn't understand it, so I talked to my father once. I asked my father, "Dad, what do you do every day? Why do I feel that you don't work hard at all? The teacher now wants us to write the composition "Dad is really hard", but I can't imagine how hard you are. How did this happen? Dad smiled, smiling so easily and naturally.

He only asked me one sentence: "Then think about it, if this family is not a father earning money outside." Why did you go to this experimental school of Tongji University? "I was speechless.

Yes, my mother has a hard time at home. She must cook, wash clothes and clean the room for us. She has to do many things all day. But she still has no income in the end! My grandfather is an ordinary worker, and my grandfather is a farmer with little income.

In today's society, if a family has no money, what do they eat? With what? Can't live on state relief? Besides, how can families like us who rely on state relief afford to send their children to private schools? Where did you get the money to buy a house? That money to travel? My family can. Not only did I go to private kindergarten since I was a child, but my father also bought several houses for each of us outside, and our family also traveled outside several times a year. How much will it cost! And my father earned all this money by himself.

My dad can really make money! So I asked my father, "How can you earn so much money while my mother can't?" Dad smiled again, but this time it was a little serious. He told me, "Dad graduated from college, but your mother didn't.

Dad is a high-tech worker, but your mother can't. Dad is a worker and your mother is a laborer! These things are really hard for you to understand now. "

Dad is really 1 to me. Yesterday afternoon, my grandmother took advantage of our inattention and drove her motorcycle back to her hometown in Huilongdu to clean up the house.

I haven't come back for dinner at noon today. It's already very cold, and it's raining in Mao Mao outside. We were worried about grandma being frozen, so we decided to pick her up by car.

As soon as I entered the village, I saw green guavas. Second aunt asked; "Do you have guava now?" "Yes!" Mom said.

I asked, "Second Aunt, do you want to eat?" My second aunt said, "Yes, and we have to pick them ourselves, ok?" We all said, "Good!" When I arrived at my grandmother's house, I asked if there was anything I could do. Grandma said, "No, I've finished."

"Then let's buy guava." We said with one voice.

Grandma said, "Then I'll tell my aunt who grows guava." As soon as Grandma and Auntie finished speaking, we rushed over and said to Auntie, "We want to pick it in the field ourselves."

Aunt said, "OK, I'll take the bucket to pack it." Then, we went to the guava garden with my aunt. Aunt opened the door and said, "There is a lot of moss in it. Be careful."

As soon as you enter the guava garden, you can see guava trees covered with many big and round fruits, as if to say to us, "Would you like to have a taste?" It's delicious! Sweet and sour. "Looking at this guava, my mouth is watering and I can't wait to take a bite first.

Let's choose separately, go here and there for a while. After a while, I picked a lot.

Just then, because the ground slipped, I accidentally fell down, which really hurt. Later, we went to menstruation's house to weigh the fruit and asked my mother to pay for it.

Then, we went home. When I got home, my mother cleaned some guavas, cut them into small pieces and gave them to us. We ate them with relish.

Although I was covered in mud and my hands were as cold as ice, I was very happy. Next time I have the chance, I will pick the fruit myself.

Humming a ditty, running on the grass and throwing myself into the embrace of nature, this is me looking for spring. Sitting barefoot on the grass.

The grass has poked its head out to touch my feet, as gentle and kind as my mother. My whole body itches and I feel very comfortable.

Small buds whisper in the branches. Under the breeze, the next flower nodded slightly, as if she had put on new clothes and celebrated the New Year with us. I came to the river, and Miss Liu was no exception.

Mother-in-law Feng Chun is also combing her slender hair. Miss Liu is dancing happily, and the birds on the branches are accompanying her, singing that beautiful song. Say, what does this willow look like? Like jasper, no, it's too old-fashioned; Like jade, no, it's too tacky.

This is a charming but indescribable green. Fascinating; Intoxicating; Fascinating! I was intoxicated by the scenery ... I went to the field and saw farmers sowing seedlings.

Green wheat fields, green wheat seedlings. I can't help but think of the smiling faces of farmers in autumn, all because of spring. I can't help but sigh: if there is no spring, how can there be autumn? It means: if you don't sow in spring, there will be no fruitful fruit in autumn.

Friends, don't you think? Out of the window, in the sky, a few geese passed by in the air, and they arranged in a herringbone shape, as if to say, "hardworking people love spring!" " "The scenery in spring is far more than that. In spring, Chun Qing hides by the lake and in the fields. I want to catch Miss Chun's braid and go to the world with her! According to my father, the sea is endless, with no end in sight.

My curiosity makes me want to see it. After repeatedly asking my father, my father finally promised to take me to see the long-awaited sea on Sunday.

Is the sea the same as dad said? With questions, I got into my father's car and drove slowly to the seaside. About half an hour later, we arrived at the seaside.

I stood by the sea and looked up and saw a red sun gradually setting. Suddenly, Xia Guang reflected the sea and the whole sky.

The tide began to rise, the waves kept coming, and the calm sea became rough. The sea seems to be angry, like a pair of huge hands, roaring and flapping at the sea, rolling up rows of waves. Malik rushed to the beach with lightning speed, and the beach was swallowed up by the sea in an instant, scaring me back to shore.

Looking at this endless sea, I suddenly understand why writers compare the broad mind of human beings to the sea, because the mind of the sea is really so broad. The sea is beautiful. I like the sea.

This week, my father bought me two big silkworms and six small silkworms. I was ecstatic when I got the treasure.

I observed them carefully: it turned out that the silkworm was divided into six or seven limbs, and there were small black spots like stars on both sides of each limb. In front is its head, with small eyes like stars and a small brown mouth.

There are six or seven feet under the body, and the feet are covered with fluff, which can be attached to walls and leaves. Their food can be said to be the simplest and most common, which is fresh mulberry leaves.

Unlike other animals, they eat big fish and meat all day. Silkworm babies eat all day, you will say that they are greedy, but I always think that they are saving energy for cocoon formation and spinning.

A few days later, I found a big silkworm motionless as if it were dead. I also have a black line on me. I thought it was dead, anxious like ants on hot bricks-running around.

But dad said it wouldn't die, so I held out a glimmer of hope that it would "live". I observed it for a few days and found that it moved. The yellow "clothes" fell off and I put on a "big white robe".

Only then did I wake up and say, "Good for you! How cunning! Dare to pretend to be dead and lie to me. " Sericulture has a long history in China. China was the first country to raise silkworms. Because our ancestors found that silkworms can spin silk, they raised silkworms and made full use of them to benefit mankind, making silk into gorgeous and noble clothes.

Ah, silent silkworms, isn't your spirit of not asking for anything in return the ideal realm pursued by mankind? In my golden childhood, I left many memories of the past, just like the stars in the sky that day, countless. One of the brightest stars is the fried beef with sand tea I learned.

6. You really shouldn't write a paragraph with dad. I just saw this topic, but I really can't write it at the moment.

Because I never think dad is hard! In my eyes, my father never works. At most, I type on the computer every day, speculate in stocks when I have time, or browse the web.

So I thought about it for a day and didn't understand it, so I talked to my father once. I asked my father, "Dad, what do you do every day? Why do I feel that you don't work hard at all? The teacher now wants us to write the composition "Dad is really hard", but I can't imagine how hard you are. How did this happen? Dad smiled, smiling so easily and naturally.

He only asked me one sentence: "Then think about it, if this family is not a father earning money outside." Why did you go to this experimental school of Tongji University? "I was speechless.

Yes, my mother has a hard time at home. She must cook, wash clothes and clean the room for us. She has to do many things all day. But she still has no income in the end! My grandfather is an ordinary worker, and my grandfather is a farmer with little income.

In today's society, if a family has no money, what do they eat? With what? Can't live on state relief? Besides, how can families like us who rely on state relief afford to send their children to private schools? Where did you get the money to buy a house? That money to travel? My family can. Not only did I go to private kindergarten since I was a child, but my father also bought several houses for each of us outside, and our family also traveled outside several times a year. How much will it cost! And my father earned all this money by himself.

My dad can really make money! So I asked my father, "How can you earn so much money while my mother can't?" Dad smiled again, but this time it was a little serious. He told me, "Dad graduated from college, but your mother didn't.

Dad is a high-tech worker, but your mother can't. Dad is a worker and your mother is a laborer! These things are really hard for you to understand now. "

Dad, you really shouldn't write in the first grade. Dad, you are really something.

My mother told me quietly that before the Chinese New Year, my father was going to buy an LCD TV with his bonus. I am extremely happy, silently looking forward to the early arrival of this day.

But just yesterday, when I came home from school, my father was rummaging through something in the room, then took out a big guarantee and left in a hurry.

I'm confused. Will that paper bag hold money? I looked at the shabby TV at home, remembered what my mother had said and smiled. Haha, dad must have bought an LCD TV! I made a plan silently and invited my classmates to see the "home theater" on my birthday. So I ran to the living room, took a bottle of juice, and prepared to treat my father's "triumph".

An hour later, my father came back, but his hands were empty. I couldn't restrain my excitement. I stepped forward excitedly and asked, "Dad, what did you do?"

Dad looked at me and said seriously, "I went to donate money to my colleagues!" " "

"What kind of donation?" I'm confused. "Didn't you buy an LCD TV?"

At this moment, my mother came over. He told me that he didn't buy an LCD TV for the time being. At the same time, my father was poisoned by natural gas and the old man was admitted to the hospital. All the workers in the factory are collecting money, and my father, as the director, also gave 2000 yuan.

Suddenly, my heart was half cold, and I seemed to see the LCD TV at hand instantly turned to ashes, and all my little abacus was ruined. I said angrily, "Why did you donate so much when someone else was poisoned by gas?" We are not rich! "

"How can you say that?" Dad said seriously, "all the employees have contributed to the growth." How can I sit back and watch them get sick? " What will others think of me if I don't donate? They are all part of the factory, so I should care about them. "

For a long time, I was speechless but still angry inside. After a few days, I have been indifferent to my father and started the "cold war."

A week later in the morning, I heard someone knocking at the door. It turned out that the worker who was poisoned by gas in the factory came to thank him. I saw a big shiny carp in his hand. It must be for my father. So I secretly stood up with great interest.

The worker said excitedly, "Thank you, Director, for helping us when we were in trouble. I heard that you have run out of year-end bonus, so this ... "

Before I finished, my father interrupted me. Dad said, "Why such a trivial matter?" ? This is what I should do! This fish ... take it to your parents! "

The worker didn't insist on seeing his father like this, thanked him for a while and left. I also understand why dad did this. So I strode up and said, "Dad, you are amazing!" " "

8. Dad, you really shouldn't write a paragraph. Dad often smokes at home, and our whole family is very unhappy, so I want to persuade dad to give up smoking.

I thought hard all night and finally came up with three persuasion schemes. I think: these three schemes are not just three fingers holding snails against dad-are they sure?

The next day, I dug up the information I collected about the harm of smoking to human body. This is my plan A: Talking about the harm of smoking. I said, "Dad, I found that you are a bit like a dragon these two days." "Are you? That's good. I like dragons. " Dad said. I said, "No, I mean you smoke too much. You don't know, do you? Smoking a cigarette can reduce one hour's life. " "The dragon goes away, the tiger is in the wind, and the dragon has no prestige without smoke." I think my father didn't listen to my persuasion and was a little angry. He said, "Well, since you don't listen to me, you don't believe that a snoring and panting dragon has any prestige." "good! All right! All right! I listen to you, don't I just quit smoking? I will definitely do it. " I was very happy then.

The good days didn't last long. A week later, my father started smoking again, and my plan A also failed.

It seems that I have to work out my plan B: Dad's shortcomings. My father has no other shortcomings except one-meanness. Today, my father smoked again. I asked my father, "Dad, are you smoking again?" If you still smoke, I want you to promise me one condition. "What conditions?" "You have to promise me first. Now all the students in our class have dolls, but I don't. You have to buy me one. " "Is it not a doll? I will buy it for you. " "I'm not finished yet. If you still smoke, you have to buy me a doll of 100. If you don't smoke, you have to buy me a doll of 10. There is a difference of 0 in the middle, so be sure to think clearly! Dad said, "I'll think about it and tell you tomorrow." "

The next day, my father said, "I'll buy you 10." I said, "Don't go back on your word!" "ok." I kill two birds with one stone. First, I told my father to give up smoking. Second, I have a doll. I'm hot corn. Happy!

But God didn't help me. A month later, I found my father smoking outside again, which really made me sad!

I must use my must-kill stunt plan C: The harm of smoking to others. I know my father loves me the most. Dad smoked again today, so I pretended to cough. Dad asked, "What's the matter with you, daughter?" I said, "What can I do? I can't stand the smell of smoke? " Dad said inexplicably, "How does my smoking bother you?" "The problem can be big. You smoke, I cough when I smell smoke, and my lungs hurt and I feel uncomfortable. Because there are many toxic substances in the smoke. Scientists have said that smoking is equivalent to taking drugs. It's just that you're taking drugs. You come to pick me up. I am still a child. " Dad said firmly, "I didn't expect to hurt you again." In that case, I will never smoke again. " I am so happy after hearing this sentence.

Dad is a man of his word, and he hasn't smoked since then. I'm happier than getting a doll!

9. Take "Dad, you failed"-the person I care about-Dad, I was lying in bed that night and couldn't sleep at all.

My mind is full of bits and pieces of life between my father and me. I can't forget that when I was in the first grade, on my way to school, my motorcycle suddenly lost control and ran into the wall desperately.

You quickly took me down, but you got on a motorcycle like a wild horse and tried to control it. Looking at the big drops of sweat on your head, I seem to realize my ignorance, and I burst into tears. You keep saying, "Dad's okay, don't cry, be good!" At this moment, you have become the most important person to me. Your safety touches my heart, but my safety is the only thing you care about.

Take part in the performance, and you won't forget the hurt on your hand. I am a strong girl, but for you, I am willing to give up the game and win. Isn't the wound evidence that our father and daughter love each other? Unconsciously, it was already late at night. Although I didn't sleep soundly, I am full of confidence and strength when I think about today's task.

I carefully stuffed this sincere letter under my father's pillow, waiting for his reply. Then I slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was the next morning. I lay in bed and found a letter beside me. I reacted immediately. This is my father's answer. When I finished reading it, I was in tears.

10. Dad, you really shouldn't read and write. Dad often smokes at home, and our whole family is very unhappy, so I want to persuade dad to give up smoking.

I thought hard all night and finally came up with three persuasion schemes. I think: these three schemes are not just three fingers holding snails against dad-are they sure?

The next day, I dug up the information I collected about the harm of smoking to human body. This is my plan A: Talking about the harm of smoking. I said, "Dad, I found that you are a bit like a dragon these two days." "Are you? That's good. I like dragons. " Dad said. I said, "No, I mean you smoke too much. You don't know, do you? Smoking a cigarette can reduce one hour's life. " "The dragon goes away, the tiger is in the wind, and the dragon has no prestige without smoke." I think my father didn't listen to my persuasion and was a little angry. He said, "Well, since you don't listen to me, you don't believe that a snoring and panting dragon has any prestige." "good! All right! All right! I listen to you, don't I just quit smoking? I will definitely do it. " I was very happy then.

The good days didn't last long. A week later, my father started smoking again, and my plan A also failed.

It seems that I have to work out my plan B: Dad's shortcomings. My father has no other shortcomings except one-meanness. Today, my father smoked again. I asked my father, "Dad, are you smoking again?" If you still smoke, I want you to promise me one condition. "What conditions?" "You have to promise me first. Now all the students in our class have dolls, but I don't. You have to buy me one. " "Is it not a doll? I will buy it for you. " "I'm not finished yet. If you still smoke, you have to buy me a doll of 100. If you don't smoke, you have to buy me a doll of 10. There is a difference of 0 in the middle, so be sure to think clearly! Dad said, "I'll think about it and tell you tomorrow." "

The next day, my father said, "I'll buy you 10." I said, "Don't go back on your word!" "ok." I kill two birds with one stone. First, I told my father to give up smoking. Second, I have a doll. I'm hot corn. Happy!

But God didn't help me. A month later, I found my father smoking outside again, which really made me sad!

I must use my must-kill stunt plan C: The harm of smoking to others. I know my father loves me the most. Dad smoked again today, so I pretended to cough. Dad asked, "What's the matter with you, daughter?" I said, "What can I do? I can't stand the smell of smoke? " Dad said inexplicably, "How does my smoking bother you?" "The problem can be big. You smoke, I cough when I smell smoke, and my lungs hurt and I feel uncomfortable. Because there are many toxic substances in the smoke. Scientists have said that smoking is equivalent to taking drugs. It's just that you're taking drugs. You come to pick me up. I am still a child. " Dad said firmly, "I didn't expect to hurt you again." In that case, I will never smoke again. " I am so happy after hearing this sentence.

Dad is a man of his word, and he hasn't smoked since then. I'm happier than getting a doll!