My good dad-fourth grade composition

Writing ideas:

In the beginning, the father's appearance is slightly described, and the father's personality characteristics are expressed in a profile, thus laying the foundation for the following story. Only if the story described in the essay has been personally experienced in life can it better capture the reader's emotions. You need to pay attention to highlighting your feelings for your father at the end of the article and echoing the previous article. Father's love is always with us, so the description of dad should include one's own emotions for dad in the description, starting from small things in life, but also starting from true feelings. Below I have written three essays titled "My Good Dad" for your reference! My Good Dad Composition 1

"Dad, Dad, I have a good dad..." Whenever I hear this song, I can't help but think of my good dad.

Under his thick eyebrows are a pair of big, piercing eyes. Or double eyelids! Under the high nose is a mouth that can impart endless knowledge. He is 1.68 meters tall and weighs 65 kilograms. He likes to wear suits and looks quite handsome. My mother often says that he is a people's teacher.

My father is a junior high school mathematics teacher in Guichi, and my mother and I live in Dongliu. My father and I live in two places, and the journey is long. Dad comes back every Saturday and leaves before dawn on Monday. No matter what kind of weather, Dad can't stop him. Dad works so hard!

Even so, he still cares about me very much. Take Sunday for example! That morning, my father got up early at six o'clock and cooked porridge and boiled eggs for me. I ate these when I got up, because I didn't like breakfast outside, and then he took me to Anqing to learn piano. In the car, my father told me stories and jokes: he played word guessing and riddles with me. The time in the car always seems so short. When we got off the bus at Dadukou, my father held my hand tightly for fear that I would get lost. When I arrived at the teacher's place, my father sat on the sofa and listened to me playing the piano attentively. As soon as I got home, my father gave me instructions on how to draw, asking me to correct my posture, draw the sound correctly, straighten the bow, and learn to listen to my ears. Pulling and pulling, until Dad was satisfied, he nodded with a smile and let me rest. Then he immediately got a big apple for me to eat.

At night, Dad is going to show off his skills. I saw him wearing an apron, looking more like a senior chef. My mother and I were watching TV outside, and my father was busy in the kitchen. After a while, my father said: "Let's serve the rice!" My mother and I came to the kitchen, wow! What a sumptuous dinner; there were fist-sized chicken legs, bitter-sweet bitter gourd shreds, meatballs, scrambled eggs with tomatoes... All are what I love to eat. I gobbled it up, and my father kept adding vegetables to my bowl, and said, "Eat more, eat slowly, and don't swallow it!" Dad grinned when he saw that I was eating with gusto. When I went to bed, my father gave me a bath, put me on the bed, and covered me with a quilt. He also kissed my forehead gently and said: "Baby, good night!" I soon fell into Mengxiang, but my father was still mopping the floor and doing laundry...ah!

Dad, my Good dad, you have worked hard! I love you forever! I will repay you with excellent results! My Good Dad Essay 2

My dad is not tall and has a pair of thick and big Hands, my brother is sitting on the swing, and my father often uses his hands to push his brother to swing. He has a big belly, like a frog, and he talks like a croak, which is perfect for his big mouth. It is very interesting.

My father not only cares about my studies, but also cares about my life. In order to let me study with peace of mind, he specifically asked my mother to quit her job to tutor me in my study. He also made a "study plan" with me for each semester, making my study easier and happier. While my mother carefully prepared delicious food and drinks for me, my weight doubled, so my father ordered me to control my fat. Let me increase the amount of exercise and often play football, badminton and skipping with me. Now I am neither fat nor thin. I am so lucky to have a good father.

My father is not only good at calligraphy, but also plays the guitar beautifully. Every time I practice calligraphy, he will teach me one stroke at a time, explain the stroke order and structure of each word after writing it, and give each word a score.

When I play the piano, he will join me with his beloved guitar. The father and son play and sing at the same time, and they are very happy.

My father is not only eloquent, but also a generous person. In a recitation competition, he was invited to be a judge and was well received by everyone. It is better to say that he is generous than to say he has a big belly. At home, I often cheat on some things, but he always tolerates me. In the workplace, my father is famous for his magnanimity.

In my eyes, my father is a good father; in my mother’s eyes, my father is a good husband; in the eyes of my colleagues, my father is a humble person. My Good Dad Essay 3

"A face with the Chinese character, round and bulging, like a hamburger, and a pair of stern eyes under the thick and long eyebrows. Anyone who sees these eyes will... She unconsciously kept a distance from him, her forehead was surprisingly high, and her eyes were deeply sunken, like two clear springs hidden under the protruding rocks. "" There are a few subtle lines on the face that still retains its charm. Wrinkles, those are the traces left by the wind and frost of time. "Who is it talking about? Oh, it turns out to be my dear father.

My dad is "funny". Dad usually greets everyone he sees. He also loves to joke with others, no matter where they are and whether they know them or not. I remember one time, my father and I went to play table tennis and met two primary school students on the road. One of the primary school students said: "I didn't eat in the morning, so I'm going to buy a hot dog." When my father heard this, he hurried over and said, "Is there a cold cat?" ” making them both laugh. Look, isn't this interesting?

My dad also loves to "keep up your emotions". I remember one time, our family planted clusters of narcissus. I came to the table in a daze and saw a small narcissus blooming slowly. The white petals were so cute. Look at Dad again. He was dancing and admiring it while nagging us not to touch it. After a while, his expression became solemn, and he picked up a magnifying glass and stared at the daffodils silently, as if he wanted to see clearly the trembling of each vein and the stretching of each petal. I later learned that he stayed up all night to observe the daffodils blooming. Strangely, he was still very energetic the next day.

Look, my dad is really like a little girl when he is serious. There are countless things that my father did carelessly about. I remember one time, my mother put the softener for washing woolen sweaters in an empty shampoo bottle, and repeatedly asked my father not to use the wrong one. But within a few days, my father accidentally used it wrongly. I rubbed my hair vigorously and shouted loudly: "This shampoo is uncomfortable to use. Why is there no foam?" My mother and I shouted in unison: "Why did you use the wrong one? It's for washing woolen sweaters." Oh, Dad, do you have wool on your head?" I teased him again. It dawned on him that he quickly washed his hair and started washing it again with real shampoo. When can dad get rid of this bad habit?

Dad, although your hands are obviously not as energetic as before, they are still so wide and thick. When I hold those hands, I feel so warm. Your hands have supported my growth. The sky allows me to live a carefree life, I love you!