Dad's excellent composition

In life, work and study, everyone has the experience of writing a composition and is familiar with it. Composition can be divided into primary school composition, middle school composition and college composition (thesis). How to write a composition to avoid stepping on thunder? The following is my dad's excellent composition for reference only. Welcome to reading.

My father's excellent composition 1 My father, with eyebrows bent like the moon and bright eyes, is chubby.

I remember one time, when my father came back from other places, my mother prepared a meal all morning, and my mother cooked the meal at noon. I tasted it, and it was really bad. Even my mother thought it was not good. So mother said, "We won't eat!" " "Dad also tasted it and said," I think it's delicious! ""Then, my father wolfed it down.

Dad not only likes eating, but also likes watching football games.

After lunch, I plan to watch TV. I was about to take the remote control when my father read my mind, picked it up like the wind, sat on the sofa and proudly turned on the sports channel. My father and I watched the football match sadly, and when we saw the excitement, we cheered and said, "Good! Good! " Just as my father was watching with relish, he suddenly got up and went to the toilet. I thought to myself: Good chance, I must watch cartoons. Dad went to the bathroom. I carefully picked up the remote control and tuned it to the children's channel. After a while, my father saw me watching cartoons after going to the toilet. He flew into a rage, grabbed the remote control and transferred to the sports TV station to watch his game.

This is my father. Do you like him?

There is a song in my father's excellent composition 2: "Everyone has a father and mother …" My father is humorous, serious and capable … and my father, I don't know what words to use to describe him. But I know he is a very thick book. When I was a child, I couldn't understand the meaning. Now I know that he is a stronger person after setbacks.

Dad lost his father when he was very young, and his family was poor, so he used his vacation to drag a scooter with his grandmother to earn pocket money. After graduating from high school, he went to work in the procuratorate. At that time, he didn't study legal knowledge, so he had to teach himself. Finally, he became an excellent prosecutor by his own efforts.

My father attaches great importance to my extracurricular reading. One of my bookshelves is full of books. My mother always said that my father wasted money and bought 40 books a year, which was a waste. I think it's a little too much, too. I don't know if my father said, "If she can read a sentence in a book, this book is worth buying."

Dad is also a good cook. I especially like his fried rice. The taste is really unspeakable. Dad's fried lettuce is also delicious, crisp, sweet and fresh. Dad can cook not only fried rice and lettuce, but also noodles! Dad cooks noodles with chicken soup first, and then with chicken soup, which is nutritious and delicious.

My father loves me, and I love him. My love for my father is a stream, but my father's love for me is an endless sea. ...

My father has a pair of bright eyes and a pair of black-rimmed glasses on his nose. Whenever he talks about games, his bright eyes will glow.

Dad likes many games, such as Peace Elite, the glory of the king, Chicken in My World, Death, Naruto ... more than I can say.

Once, my father was playing mobile phone in the room, in order not to let others disturb him playing games. He locked the door. It's almost noon. My mother cooked dinner and asked me to go to my father's room and ask him to come out for dinner. I went upstairs to my father's room and asked him to come out for dinner. There was no response in the room, and there were several "hit him, hit him".

I hurried downstairs to report to my mother. Mom was also very anxious, so she called 1 10. The police came, kicked in the door and saw dad sitting on the bed playing games. It turned out that "hitting him" was because dad was so excited that he accidentally blurted it out. Mom grabbed dad's ear and said, "well, how dare you hide here and play games by yourself?" At least you should know how worried we are about you. " The police also criticized dad for a long time. Dad pecked rice like a chicken and promised that it would never happen again.

Dad, dad, don't be a low-headed family. Look up, dad.

Dad's excellent composition 4 Everyone says that "only mom is good in the world". I think mom is good and dad is good.

My father is in his forties this year. He is a big man, quite tall and has bright eyes.

My father took care of me since I was a child. My father is very strict with me, and sometimes I am really scared when I am angry. I know my father did it for my own good. I remember when I was playing games with my classmates at school in the first grade, my eyes were broken and my blood flowed out. My father rushed to the hospital immediately after receiving the teacher's call and looked at my wound. Although he didn't say anything, I know my father must be very sad. But he never shed tears in front of me. He told me again and again to be strong and be a brave little man. But when I was sewing, I cried and peeked at my father. I saw my father's tears coming out, but he kept holding back.

Another time, it was raining heavily and my father took me home. In order not to let me step in the rain, he carried me on his wide and big back. He stepped on dirty water himself and held an umbrella to protect me from the rain.

As the famous saying goes, "Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart feel warm as spring even in cold winter;" Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your emotions pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of years. "

Please sit down and let me draw a picture for you! Spread out the paper and adjust the pigment.

Oh, what color should I use-red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and purple? Which color should I draw first? Oh, dad, I'm not a painter. I don't understand this. I can only draw you silently in my heart.

Dad, sit down and I'll start drawing for you! You are in your early forties, and your hair is as dark and thick as before.

Oh, dad, you are so tired: get up early every day and sometimes send your brother to school; Besides going to work, you have to worry about us; You work hard and meticulously; In life, you try to take care of us. You take care of us so much, but ours is so little.

Dad, sit down. I'm drawing your picture.

Your eyes are always so clear and transparent, like a clear spring, unfathomable, clear at a glance, full of kindness and severity, giving people unlimited hope.

The senior high school entrance examination was not ideal, and the reality tore my ideal to pieces.

I can't sleep. I don't know when you stood in front of me and looked at you as if you were cheering me up.

Dad, do you remember? My brother accidentally dropped it last time. When you ran to school panting, you struggled to carry him to the hospital, running from the first floor to the fourth floor in one breath, and then carrying him from the fourth floor to the first floor.

Dad, I don't see any hardships and complaints in your eyes, but more anxiety.

Dad, please sit down. I'm drawing a picture of you, blue waves and halo, depicting the scene when the breeze blows over the river.

However, there are also circles of ripples on the face.

What is that? A closer look reveals wrinkles all over your face.

Oh, your back bulges slightly. Like a hump, carrying me in the wind and rain, always running around.

Dad, please don't move. This painting will be ready soon.

Your hands are full of calluses, rough but strong.

Dad, do you remember the lesson you taught me with your big hand? I didn't go to school at that time, and your big slap fell heavily on my face.

At that time, I wished that your big hand would be smaller so that it can't hit me now.

Dad, yours looks like mine.

I carefully studied your eyes, your face, your black silk, and the big slap you used to hit me. What else is missing? Oh, yes, and a smile.

Dad, this is a picture I drew for you with my heart. Can you see the child's sincere heart? Dad, for you, a portrait full of love will be engraved on my heart forever.

Dad's Excellent Composition 6 Before six o'clock in the morning, my father woke me up from bed and said, "Get up quickly, we will be late, it's seven o'clock." At this time, I must lie still in bed, not because I still want to sleep, but because my father lied to me about six to seven. Every morning, my father would say that. When I was cheated out of bed at first, I wanted to go back to sleep, but it was already late. I had washed my teeth and face. In desperation, I had to go to school with my bag on my back. Today, I secretly made up my mind that I can't be cheated again. Dad saw that I didn't get up, so he had to give up on me and go to work alone. I think: even if you go to work by yourself, you will make me noisy and let me go out early and come back late every day. Besides, as far as I know, my father goes to work at eight and wakes people up at six. It's really disgusting! Dad doesn't care about housework except work. The only word on his face is "going to work", and people have given him a mixed name: "Workaholic".

Dad is really a workaholic. One day, my mother went to my grandmother's house and told my father to pick me up from school at five in the afternoon. On that day, the sky was blue, like an endless sea, and the sun shone like a big fireball. After school, my classmates went home one after another, and I wandered around the school reception room like a homeless child. It's past six, and I still haven't seen dad. I am disappointed and want to cry. I cried on the phone: "Mom, come and take me home, I want to go home". At ten o'clock in the evening, I went to bed and heard my father open the door. I pretended to be asleep. My father dragged himself into my room, tucked me in, kissed my face and said, "I'm sorry for working overtime." I am not a good father. " I quietly opened my eyes and saw tears in my father's eyes.

Strangely, dad doesn't look like a workaholic at all. Generally speaking, I think workaholics should wear a pair of glasses. They are thin and look mature and steady. But dad is not like this. He is a general with a big belly, medium build, black hair, bright eyes, big nose and thin lips. He looks like a lazy guy. My father is different. He is a workaholic not only during office hours, but also during holidays. On Sunday, I thought he could finally rest. I didn't expect him to be more serious than usual. He recently moved his office from the Finance Bureau to his home. Now my biggest wish is that my father can accompany me to the bookstore to read books on Sunday.

This is my father, a real workaholic.

My mother often says that my father is an "alien" and lives in our house like an alien. For example, my father can't remember all kinds of things and important events at home, and my mother says he doesn't have the way of thinking of the earth people. Ha ha!

I studied my father carefully against the pictures of aliens on the web page. Well, it does look a bit like it.

The skin of aliens is very white, and my father is as white as a handsome man. Everyone will praise him when they see him, and then say, "It's a pity that my daughter's skin is not as good as her father's."

Alien palms are big and warm all year round. Father also has a pair of big palms, which warm my cold hands in the cold winter. The alien's fingers are thick, and dad's fingers are thick, but they are flexible. A big hole fell out of my pants, and soon, the alien father sewed me a lovely bear; My brother's buttons are crumbling, and the alien father's hand is waltzing in the air, which is particularly firm.

Aliens have special skills, so does my father. After school, the alien father closed the kitchen door, "jingled" in it for a while, and then served a table of delicious food. Dad's secret curry sauce, poured on pork chop rice, is golden yellow, which is really more delicious than that sold in convenience stores 100 times! I found that the alien father had an invisible king kong cover, because every time he cooked food, the oil pan crackled and hot oil dripped out. Without fear, he calmly poured the food in.

My alien father is very clever and often helps my brother solve many math problems. Seeing those questions makes me see things in a blur. When I meet any problems, he will easily answer them for me and teach me methods and skills.

My alien father knows a lot about astronomy and geography, just like a big and thick book "100,000 Why". He proudly said: "That's because I like studying science since I was a child, and I like studying. I read it with relish in my spare time." I admire you so much, it's really something!

This is my alien father. Sometimes, as my mother said, he has no worldly thoughts, but more often, he is my father, he is smart and capable, and he cares about me in every possible way!

Dad's excellent composition 8 Dad is a fisherman and goes fishing happily every day.

In spring, my father will fish in the river in my hometown. Fish is like listening to dad. I will catch a big fish for a while and a small fish for a while. My father enjoys the breeze when he goes fishing.

In summer, my father will sit by the river in the shade of the park and fish. It is very cool in the shade. In any case, this is a fishing resort in summer. Dad can always catch a few fish. In hot summer, dad is the one who gains the most. Many people ask their fathers for advice, and some people become their fathers' apprentices!

In autumn, my father likes fishing at night. Every time my father comes back, he is fruitful, and sometimes there are countless fish. Dad will cast a net in the morning. If you are an impatient person fishing, you can't catch it. Only a patient person can win the game.

In winter, my father would cut a hole in the ice, throw the fishing rod into the water, put on his coat and wait quietly for the big fish to bite. Although it took a long time, he still caught several big fish, which was quite rewarding for other fishermen.

I still don't know how my father sat firmly on the throne of "ever-victorious general" I have been thinking in my heart: What did my father do well?

Dad is a teacher and role model for many fishermen. I hope he will always keep the spirit of a fisherman!

Dad's excellent composition 9 often reminds me of the little girl, with red clothes and black hair, sitting in the back seat of dad's bike, with a small picture folder on her back, her cheek sticking to dad's generous back, smelling the faint smoke on dad's shirt, and feeling that father and daughter are breathing the same air and full of warm breath.

Until many years later, when I grew up, I walked with my father, and I could still smell his tobacco arm in arm, which was very kind.

This is a familiar smell, from avoiding my father's stubble as a child to learning to paint on my father's bike. As now, it seems that it has never changed. However, in the process of growing up, I am not a "constant" child. When I was painting, my father would send me to my teacher's house every weekend, but later I got tired of the boring practice of painting plaster statues and stopped painting. Later, I learned Yan Ti and became a resident student, but I didn't stick to it after all. Looking through the previous exercises in my spare time, I can still remember that in summer, when I was sweating and copying posts, my father was sitting next to me. I saw that many cigarettes had been burned in his hand, and his eyes stopped on the pillars and rice paper, squinting and thinking from time to time. I also deeply remember that in the winter when I was lazy, it was my father who dipped the brush in egg white and hung it vertically. When the weather turned warmer, I took off my pen, spread the paper and wiped it again, only to realize that Mao Feng's yellow ray was dyed by his father's yellow middle finger. In this stop-and-go school, I went through my childhood and entered a teenager.

Naive me, under the care of my schoolwork, began to understand that it was time to be sensible. Sometimes I watch my father sitting on the sofa with a tired face in the smoke. Dad is really old, frowning, his shoulders slightly leaning forward, and his hobby of smoking is becoming more and more difficult to change. I feel that my growth has cost my father a part of his life. Otherwise, it will stay with me. How can growing up be a father's aging? At the same time, I am worried that my father's love is only devoted to me, and I am not a good boy. I am afraid that when I reach my father's age, I will only leave myself a sigh and apologize to my father.

But, dad said, I have always been a good boy in his heart, really a good boy. He never regrets what he did for me. Learning to draw and learn Chinese characters just wants me to nourish my temperament, not a task. How to learn depends only on your own ability. Go all out and don't relax, there will be no regrets. Dad's love for his daughter is distressing. If the child has a burden, it goes against the father's original intention.

Now I am slowly learning how to grow up. Because my father's smoke is full of little things I grew up with; My father's eyes witnessed my hope for the future when I was young.

My father's excellent composition 10 There are four people in my family, my father, my mother, my brother who just turned two. Mom is too young to work, and dad is the only "pillar" in the family. Dad is selling Chinese medicine. Purchasing, unloading, buying and selling, busy all day.

For a while, I never saw his shadow again. I didn't know until I asked my mother. My father leaves at 5 o'clock every morning. I was still sleeping at that time and didn't go home until late at night. No wonder I can't see him. Once, I woke up and looked at my watch. It's past 12, and dad is back. I finally met him. My father is covered in dirt. As soon as he took off his coat, he hurried out. Then I heard a continuous cough. It turned out that dad was sick because he was afraid of waking us up and went outside to cough. Alas! Dad is ill and can't rest!

Dad went home early on his birthday. We lit the candles, and just as Dad was about to blow them out, the damn phone rang. I answered the phone two steps ago and thought, please don't look for dad. I picked up the phone, only to hear it say, "Please tell your father that there is another batch of Chinese medicine, and ask him to come quickly." I was so anxious that I shed tears, because I wanted my father to have a happy birthday. Looking at my indecision, my father seems to understand something. He quickly took the phone from me and asked about the situation. Before blowing out the candle, he touched my head and left in a hurry.

Dad is busy every day. Whether it is biting winter or hot summer, he never enjoys a day's leisure. Gradually, I understood that the reason why Dad did this was to make money. In order to support the family.

Whenever I encounter difficulties in my study, my father's strong figure will emerge in my mind, and I will be full of strength. I won the first place in the final exam. I ran home excitedly, just in time for my father to go home and get something. He took the grade book with calloused hands and said in a trembling voice, "Good boy, you are really good ..." I suddenly looked up, only to find that my father's eyes had quietly climbed up crow's feet, and his black hair was mixed with many silver wires. Looking at my father's red eyes, I couldn't help crying. ......

Ah, dad, you are a tenacious tree, tall and strong, supporting a shade for our home, so that I can thrive under your careful care.

Dad's excellent composition 1 1 You have been out for a long time this time. You haven't been home for four months. I really miss you!

You've been working elsewhere. I know it must be hard for you, especially in the south. Have you lost weight these days? Dad, I dream about you almost every day. I always play computer games with you in my dreams. It's too intense Or you can take me to the village by bike to catch grasshoppers. I just laughed and laughed and woke up. Hey! If only it weren't a dream.

I always ask my mother why you want to go somewhere else, why you can't stay and work here, and my mother doesn't say why. In fact, I also know that you are working to earn more money, but now our family of three can't be together, and I can't get up watching the good things that you and your mother bought me.

But, dad, I like the kite you brought me last time. I hung it on the wall and didn't want to fly it. I brush gently with a brush every day. You said dad was a kite. I didn't understand why you said that at that time, but now I think dad is right. Dad, you are the tallest kite in my heart and my mother's. When there is no wind, you will definitely come back.

My biggest wish is that my parents and I will be together forever, without looking forward to it every day. I listen to you now and seldom play games, but I want to have fun with you when you come back, dad.

Dad, don't forget, you are my kite!

Dad's excellent composition 12 whenever our family is having a good chat, dad will tell stories about his childhood, and the most proud thing is to catch loach!

Dad said that when he catches loach, he likes to find some good friends or neighbors and take the net bag to the river. First, measure the water depth with a net bag. If it's deep, my father doesn't go often for safety reasons. Then look at the ripples on the water and see where the loach is. This can test dad's patience. He must stare at it and never stop. After finding the target, pick up two net bags, quickly reach left and right into the water, and then lift them quickly and accurately to ensure that the loach is in the net bags. Although the loach is in the net, you have to be careful, because the loach is smart and slippery. Maybe you're a little slow. When I looked again, this little guy had already slipped away.

Only when you meet a "stupid loach" are you so lucky. If you meet a "clever loach", no matter how you tempt him, he won't do anything, and the water is still calm. Well, maybe if you give him a compliment, he will naturally let you find him.

Every time my father goes with an empty bucket in the morning, he can return home with a full load in the afternoon. Grandma always helps him turn loach into delicious food, and everyone sits around the table and enjoys this "free dinner". This is what we admire.

After you finish, you always swallow your saliva and praise your father.

This is my father's growth story, simple, sweet and beautiful.

Dad's Excellent Composition 13 One unbearable hot afternoon, I was bored at home and my eyes were a little dull. Suddenly, I found a dirty and worn overalls in a small corner of the room. That's it! Reminded me of a bitter and warm memory.

It is also in this afternoon that the sun hangs in the air like a fireball, and the clouds seem to disappear without a trace by the sun, and there is no shady place in the empty street. So, I ran to the factory, holding my lunch box in my hand. When I arrived at the factory, I pushed open the secret door covered with cobwebs, which was a mess and thick dust. After searching for a long time, I couldn't find a place to stay.

Then, go inside, the more boring, the more deadly. There is no wind, and the thick air seems to have solidified. Then I heard a familiar voice calling me. I suddenly looked up and saw a man in dirty clothes. I froze for a few seconds. I just heard the man say, "What are you looking at? Come here. " I saw him clearly-my father.

When I went to my father, I found him wearing a wrinkled and faded work clothes, a tired face under his messy hair and deep wrinkles on his forehead. My heart was stung, and tears kept spinning in my eyes. I rushed up and hugged my father. Dad pushed me away: "it's too dirty, and your new clothes will be dirty later!" " "At this time, I became more and more sad. I held back my tears and handed the lunch box to my father. I saw that he put down his work, plopped down, sat down on the ground and wolfed down his meal. While he was eating, I looked at it carefully again. I saw about three or four patches on his clothes. Looking at these loose stitches, I think my father must have mended them himself.

Thought of here, I couldn't help it anymore, tears blurred my eyes. I ran out of the factory sadly, but I couldn't find the exit. I got lost and walked for a long time. I didn't realize it was night until all the lights around me were on. At this time, fear and fatigue approached me a little bit. I squatted down in fear, buried my head in my arm and secretly cried. I don't know how long it took, but the familiar voice came back to my ear. It's dad! I slowly looked up and saw a familiar figure coming towards me. I smiled through tears and threw myself into my father's arms again. This sweaty dirty dress makes me feel a unique warmth and comfort. Gradually, I fell asleep. ...

Thought of here, my tears can't help spinning in my eyes. I stroked the dirty clothes and solemnly put them by the bed. Close your eyes and think about that comfort, that sense of security, and my father's love for me.

Dad's Excellent Composition 14 Dad doesn't have any special skills and doesn't pay much attention to my study, but as soon as he comes home from work, he will pick me up and excitedly say to me, "Oh, my good daughter, do you miss Dad?" Sometimes he kisses me on the cheek. Because of this, I am spoiled and take these things as normal. But there is only one thing that I will never forget. In the evening, our family of four entered a sweet dream very early. In the middle of the night, I only heard a snoring, which was played by my father. We slept soundly. The bedroom is so quiet that you can hear a pin drop. "Ding, ding" a cell phone ringing woke up the sleeping father. He replied, "What, my God, there's going to be an earthquake!" " All I heard was my father shouting. He quickly woke us up, and I opened my sleepy eyes and stretched myself. Hearing what my father said, I was scared out of my mind. When I dressed in a hurry, everyone else got busy. Sister is busy looking for duck down clothes for us; Dad sneaked into our safe, took out all our belongings, and carefully put the hundred-dollar bill in the deepest pocket of his body, just as money was his daughter. Mother is also busy knocking on neighbors' doors from door to door to pass the news on to them. When we were ready, our family set off. As I walked, I thought: How terrible is the earthquake? Will the whole tall building collapse? The more I think about it, the more I get scared. The horror scene of Wenchuan earthquake is still vivid. How did I catch up so unlucky? So I have been urging my parents and my sister to go. When we arrived at the square, there was a sea of people, like stars in the sky, which was countless. The wind was cold and I forgot to wear my vest when I came out. I'm shivering with cold. Dad saw me in such a mess and asked with concern, "Rain is falling, are you cold?" I nodded my head. Dad hugged me, unbuttoned my coat and wrapped me in it, although it didn't help much. But my heart is burning. That kind of feeling, is any

People cannot replace it. The cold body is covered with this fiery heart. That moment lasted for a long, long time. It took us two hours to know that the earthquake was a rumor. For others, this is a very frustrating question.

A thing, but for me, it is a very beautiful thing. Because it makes me feel the greatness of fatherly love and the depth of fatherly love.

Dad's excellent composition 15 haha! Today, I want to take stock of my father's bad habits.

First, make a hullabaloo about at people. My father is always yelling at people. My mother and my brother call him "hoo". Once, I left my saxophone at school. When I got home, my father asked me with a straight face, "Where's your saxophone?" I was overwhelmed by my father's momentum and said slowly, "In the classroom …" My father immediately became angry and shouted, "In the classroom? Why not put yourself in the classroom! What if someone steals it? " Dad's sudden increase in volume startled me, and my heart almost jumped out.

Second, we are not allowed to eat out. If my mother and I want to go out for dinner, my father will look disapprovingly and say, "Those outside are all gutter oil, which is not clean." We have to go. But I tell you quietly, once, my mother and I secretly went to eat skewers and my father found out. At that time, I used my quick wits and said to my father, "Dad, I also ordered something you like to eat. Come and eat. " Dad immediately ran over, tasted it and said, "It's delicious!" " "Ha ha! Finally, he drank beer and smelled bad all over.

Finally, there is another problem. My father and mother both have it. They just like hitting people. My father is more serious. When I make a mistake and make him furious, he will hit people.

My father is like the lyrics of that song: "If you see a bumpy road, shout loudly, and when it is time to do it, do it!" "