That time my happy father wrote a 500-word composition.

People often say that my father loves me like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not as strict as a mountain, but sometimes it is as gentle as water.

Every winter with cold wind and heavy snow, I can't help thinking that my father would always pick me up from school when I was a child, especially in winter.

On the way to school, the cold wind roared through the cotton-padded clothes, and the snow fell on my face and hands, without the wonderful meaning of coolness, freezing every nerve of mine.

Dad gave me a look and said nothing, but walked in front of me step by step, silently shielding me from the cold wind and snowflakes flying all over the sky. A warm current spread all over my body and thawed my cold nerves.

Although my father is thin, he is like a tall giant in a snowstorm, which makes me feel particularly practical and satisfied ... When I go home, my father and I always smile.

Now that I'm grown up, I rarely hide behind my father in winter, but sometimes I beg my father to stand in front of me and give me shelter from the wind and rain. This feeling is really beautiful. ...

This mid-term exam was really bad, and the math paper 120, but I only got 87, which is not true! I hope it's not true, but it is. After the curly hair of mathematics came down, my heart was extremely sad, but I didn't cry, but my eyes were quietly moist.

I walked home in frustration until I got home without looking up. I am willing to tell my father everything about my study, because my father understands me better than my mother in my study and the education method is more suitable, so this time I will explain the exam to my father as always.

I stood in front of my father like a log and mumbled, "Dad ... this exam ..." I choked, not knowing what to say. Dad said to me with kind eyes, "My grades are not good ..." I really couldn't help crying. ...

"It's okay, as long as you work hard, you can do well next time. I believe my daughter can do it. "

Although my father's words were brief, they lightened the burden in my heart a lot. I should deeply reflect on myself. I put away my tears and smiled at my father. When I sleep at night, my father's words linger in my mind and accompany me to sleep. ...

My father's tangible and intangible love is deeply imprinted in my heart. My parents gave me everything, and we can't thank them in words. You can only prove it with actions and express it with your heart.

Dad's love is not the cowardly love of grandma, nor the sweet nagging of mom. His love is unknown, as intangible as air, but indispensable.

Writing a composition, my father's composition.

My father is plain, with a pair of very gentle intellectual glasses on his big nose and a pair of small and intense eyes under his heavy eyebrows. Dad is not tall, but he has a big belly. He often laughs at himself: "A big belly can accommodate all the difficulties in the world. What's wrong with the big belly! "

Dad is our clown and joke. I really don't understand where he got so many humorous cells. I remember once eating, my mother joked, "Dad worked hard and won a metapenaeus ensis." As he spoke, he gave his father a small shrimp skin, only to see his father solemnly give his mother a small shrimp skin, saying, "Don't eat without a shell, or eat without a shell!" " My mother and I both laughed. Do you think, a small shrimp skin can be shelled? Another time, it was even funnier. My father gave me and my mother a bodybuilding performance, saying it was for us only. I saw him shaking his fat and imitating the movements of bodybuilders. He laughed at me and my mother until my stomach ached! If you want to talk about dad's happiness, you can also talk about a few big baskets.

Dad has a humorous side, and of course he will be angry. There was a mid-term exam, because I was too careless, I made many simple mistakes and didn't do well in the exam. When my father knew this, he immediately raised his knife-shaped eyebrows and stared at me like a cat catching a mouse, which made me jumpy. I thought a storm was coming! I didn't keep thinking about it. My forehead was hit by my father, and my forehead suddenly felt very painful. "What did I tell you at ordinary times? When you do the problem, you must see it clearly and do it carefully, and check it carefully after you finish it. You promised it would be okay. Why did you force it on Laos as soon as the exam came? What do you take my words for? " Dad is training angrily, another finger and his forehead hurts again. "Do you still feel that you did well in the exam last semester, and do you still do well now? Do you know the truth that pride goes before a fall? " Dad is still training. My dad is definitely an angry bull at this time, and I am often yelled at by him.

My father is another man who dares to admit his mistake. Once, the mother of a classmate in our class called my home and told my father that I had beaten his son at school. Dad put the phone down and pointed at me indiscriminately, which was a storm of criticism. I didn't have a chance to explain. I am so wronged that my tears can't be controlled at once. Later, my father called several of my good friends to find out the specific situation. As a result, all my good friends proved that I didn't hit anyone. On the contrary, they are still persuading others not to fight. Later, the classmate's mother called again and said that this matter wronged me and had nothing to do with me. At this time, my father said to me in shame, "Son, my father wronged you, but it was my fault.". My father apologized to you. " A father who dares to admit his mistakes is also a lovely father.

My father is ordinary, but in my eyes, he is great. I love my father deeply, and I want to repay my father with excellent academic performance.

Composition My father

When I was a child, I liked to play with "wild" children, but my mother forbade me to run around and jump around, so my childhood was quiet and there was almost nothing worth remembering.

My father and mother have completely different personalities. He always says, "let him play, little boy!" " "This is why I like my father. Now it seems that he is an educator and psychologist, and he fully understands my mind.

When I was older, my dream finally came true. It was my father who made my dream come true. He always said, "Do whatever you want." Once, I was attracted by the archaeological program on TV. My father said, "You will be an archaeologist in the future." From that day on, I dreamed of becoming an archaeologist.

When I grew up, I began to like singing and music. My father bought me a lot of musical instruments for this. First the guitar, I can only play it casually. Then came the violin, and I was narcissistic at home every day. Then there is the electronic organ, which is a birthday present from my father. I like it very much, but after junior high school, my academic performance has been poor and I have no time to play. My mother is dead set against my playing the piano. She said, "You should study hard and go to an ordinary university. Even if you are talented in music, it's useless. Forget it. " Although my father encouraged me to learn music, he was no match for my mother, so the electronic piano slept in my house.

Now, my dream is gone. I only have one goal, that is, I will be admitted to County No.1 Middle School first, and then I will be admitted to a good university three years later. I don't know what my future goal is.

My father once said that the greatest goal in life is happiness and happiness.

Dad, can I achieve my goal?

My father's composition

We have too many choices, but the only thing we can't choose is our parents. On the contrary, our parents' selfless love chose us. They gave us the most important thing in the world, and that is life. They give me the opportunity to experience the warmth of the world and enjoy the joy and happiness of life in this colorful world. They gave me meticulous care and cordial encouragement.

When children are happy, they are happiest with their parents. When children are depressed, they are most concerned about their parents. Lick calves, parents love as deep as the sea! Therefore, regardless of parents' social status, knowledge level and other qualities, they are our greatest benefactors in this life and people worthy of our love forever.

Don't always complain that our parents have given us too little, we should be grateful to our parents. It is our parents who give us life. They have worked hard to raise us, take care of our lives, teach us how to be human and worry about us who are not sensible. In the face of parents' selfless love, no matter how gorgeous the language is, it is powerless. As children, what reason do we have not to be grateful to our parents? Why is a song "Mother by Candlelight" and "Go home and have a look often" popular and enduring? Why did Huawei's president talk about "My Mom and Dad" arouse strong resonance among professionals? There is no doubt that this is a deep gratitude to parents.

A person who knows how to be grateful to his parents is a complete person. Learn to be grateful to our parents, treat them with a grateful heart and communicate with them with a sincere heart. Don't take it for granted that our parents help us do anything. They are great enough to bring us into this beautiful world, raise us and ask for nothing in return. Let's not ask again.

Be grateful, thank my parents for giving me every bit.