Father's sixth grade composition

Thinking of writing: Take my father as the theme, express my love, gratitude and yearning for my father by recalling and describing his image, deeds and influence on me, and discuss the great and far-reaching significance of his love and his important role and teaching in my growth. Below, I share three essays on "Father" for your reference.

My father's composition 1:

He is the most common of Qian Qian's ten thousand fathers. He has no power to give orders, but he is enough to plant countless happy flowers in my heart. His generous calloused palm became the ocean of my life, and I became a fish in his palm. I love my dear father.

His chest is my paradise, and his arms have my favorite temperature. He witnessed my growth with spoiled eyes. When I was a child, I used his love as a cage to imprison me. Father, forgive me for taking so many years to understand you.

My father used his rough fingers to squeeze out all tenderness and devotion, weaving my youthful and flashy dream, in which I was very happy. Time goes by, from fingers, from forehead, from hair. In a word, we can't catch the tail of time. Many years later, I hoped that my son would become a dragon and my daughter would become Feng's father, turning his expectation into a sword and realizing all my dreams. So, I came into contact with a wider sky. So I realized that the temperature in his arms was the most suitable for me.

As far as I can remember, he never cried. He said that a man who doesn't cry is strong, and only strong can protect what he loves. He always holds my hand when I am sad at dusk and gently twists my hair with his thick palm. He said, how did you grow so fast? I can't hold it until I'm full. Sunset covered his face, wrinkles looked so sad, and white hair came in such a flurry. My father, he is old. Just like the sparse starry sky shed a few meteor silhouettes, just like the tall and green trees panic into the cold winter. My father, time takes away your face, but it can't take away your vibrant heart. My father, I will be your bright sunshine in the future.

My father's composition 2:

Like others, I have a father who loves me. He always cares about me silently with a smile and guards me with generous shoulders. I can't see his love, but I always know that he is the person who knows me best in the world.

I won't forget that gloomy winter day. The weather was so bad that I was awakened by a chaotic noise. I quickly put on my coat and pushed open the door to have a look. I vaguely saw a dim light, bright yellow, like a touch of warmth in the biting wind. I walked there trembling.

Kitchen. The glass door is covered with a layer of damp heat, which is close ... In the faint white fog, there is a busy back, which is my familiar father. He hunched his back as if he were studying something. I just wanted to call him, but I swallowed back. The window is still dark, and the lamp lit by my father is the most beautiful thing in this chaotic world. It carries my father's love: he cooks breakfast for me carefully with his clumsy big hands, and the delicious dishes are integrated into his repeated attempts and adjustments, like a balance that only my father can balance.

Father wanted to turn around with two golden poached eggs, but I was very cunning and kept this secret. I ran back to bed, pretended to be asleep, and waited for a shout. "Pig, get up!" Father leaned in. Before I knew it, I got shot. I should have laughed and called him a pig, but my nose was sour because I saw the wrinkles between my father's eyebrows.

I clamored for dinner like a coquetry, but my father grimaced: "If you don't get up, you'll run long legs for breakfast!" " "So, just like ending a performance, I responded positively to the" old urchin ". When I came to the restaurant, the freshly fried poached eggs smelled attractive, but I couldn't help crying. How many wonderful days and nights I missed and the theater, I am always tired of watching, but my father and I will never get tired of it anyway. ...

"Time goes by slowly, so I won't let you get old. I would like to trade my life for your long life ..." I enjoyed the love and tolerance of one-eighth of my life, and the rest of my life may be used to pay off debts. I used to think that the song about my father was really sensational, but now I understand that my father's debt is still unclear after I exhausted everything.

My father's composition 3:

Father is a very thick book. I admired my father when I was a child, but I didn't understand the meaning. As time goes by and something happens. I gradually got to know my father. Like water, he is more imposing when encountering obstacles, and he is a stronger person when encountering setbacks.

Open the floodgate of memory, the footprints of growth come to my mind like waves, and my father's feelings are so clear. Since childhood, I have been living under my father's painstaking management and care, which has taught me the secrets of the sea and human feelings.

Although my father has no education and is not as rich as other parents, he has never done so much for me as other children.

Poor, even better than them.

Father is a bright lighthouse, he is a patient tutor, he is the backbone of the family, he is the spiritual pillar, he is a silent watchman. And my love for my father is more important than my mother's love. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible. He is my good teacher. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to hit me or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I did wrong, he dug up the problem and educated me. He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me. But I don't hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray.

Looking at my aging father, I had a little more white hair on my temples, and I couldn't help crying again. It pains me to see that body getting thinner every day. I remember how my father got through it.

Poor Chengfeng, behind the growth, is the intimate care of his father; Behind my achievements is my father's selfless love, and my gratitude to my father will always accompany my growth! I've always wanted to say to you: thank you, my good father!