My father has 600 words in junior high school composition.

Dad shaved his head, with a high nose, a pointed mouth and a medium height, and stood up to the general's stomach, just like a battle-hardened general with heavy responsibilities.

Dad is a man with a wide range of hobbies. He likes sports very much, whether playing football or table tennis is first-class. He also likes to collect ancient copper coins and foreign paper money or coins.

He is a typical table tennis fan. He wants to read all about table tennis, whether in newspapers or on TV, and he will never get tired of watching it. So now he knows everything. I tried several moves with him at home, and he beat me three times and twice. He spiked, killed, chopped and sometimes hit a beautiful whirlwind ball. I'm not kidding, just watching. One day, he didn't come home from work. I went to see him. I guess as I expected, he is in the gym. He really plays table tennis in the stadium. I saw his figure from a distance. He threw his coat aside, his skirt pulled high and his hair was dripping with sweat. He is playing table tennis with a big brother! Winning, his hand stretched out a "V"; When he failed, he gritted his teeth. It took a long time to see me. He asked me to stand next to him. Who knows that this station stood for a long time, and it was not until the sunset that I reluctantly left. No, the Olympic Games have started this year. He also cares about many Olympic programs like the contestants.

Dad is also an excellent repairman. Everything at home is broken, and he repairs it again and again. Sometimes, even the repairman can't do anything about household appliances. Dad looked at the instructions and observed its internal structure. He took it apart in the east and put it in a suit. It didn't take long for the household appliances to be safe and sound, and the neighbors looked for him if they broke something. Well, one day, while he was still taking a nap, he heard the car outside making a wrong sound. He immediately looked at the window and found that it was really his neighbor who was worried about the car! Dad hurried downstairs with pliers, tweezers and other important tools. When the neighbors saw him, they immediately laughed and called him "Ding Ding" and "Zhi Ya Zhi". Dad started to work. He repaired a part in a short time, took out a hammer and knocked it skillfully a few times, then fell down. When something was broken, he pulled it out with a nail puller and replaced it with a new one. He climbed into the car to see the fuel tank and opened the back cover to see the safety. Although his hands were dirty, like a coal puller, he still smiled happily because he did another good thing.

This is my father, a loving and helpful father. How can I not love him?

My father is a teacher in an art primary school. He teaches sixth grade Chinese and is also an assistant to the headmaster. He is very busy. Let me tell you a secret. He laughs so hard!

Once, I joked with him, and he laughed so hard that the whole house collapsed. He likes to laugh when he is bored. He touched the back of his head and smiled for a while, and his troubles would be relieved. He will also greet people with a smile, which makes people feel particularly concerned.

My father's greatest advantage is his agility, such as typing and correcting homework. One day, Teacher Yang asked me to give my father the lesson preparation book. I took the book and ran to the academic affairs office. Oh, dear! Don't say the door is closed, there is not even a soul. Well, I don't want to worry so much. I rushed to the sixth grade office where my father had been going. There were many people in it, but there was no father. Panting, I asked Teacher Tu, who said, "Your father was grading homework just now. Let me have a look. If he doesn't finish the approval, he will definitely come back! " "As a result, he turned to me and said," Wow! Your father moves so fast! "I think he must be correcting homework at the teacher's place. I went to my father's classroom. No father, only one sister. She said, "He was here just now. Now he has to correct our homework and leave!" "I ran to the bottom and saw my father coming in a hurry, with a mobile phone in his hand. I heard my father say, "Hello, is that Mr. Wang?" I'm going to class three for a meeting. Please cover for me. Thank you! "I hurried to the academic affairs office and saw my father printing something in front of the computer. I gave my notebook to my father and said, "You walk so fast, I'm exhausted! " "

That's my father.

Dad, dad, good dad, good dad, I have a good dad ... every time I hear this song, I think of my dad.

Dad is 40 years old, with a flat head and bright eyes. Dad is a soldier, so he still retains some military styles.

Dad always encourages me when I am helpless and tired, and gives me a warm harbor of strength. Once, I was seriously ill and had to be hospitalized. It was only half a month before the final exam, and I was worried about my study. Dad seems to see my mind and accompany me to make up lessons every day. Whenever I wake up, I always see my father's haggard face, and sometimes I cry quietly when my father changes the urinal. Finally, three days before the final exam, I recovered and was discharged from the hospital. In the final exam, I did better and got the third place in the whole school. There was a gratified smile on dad's face. Because my father is a soldier, he is also very strict with me. But he never hit me or scolded me, but taught me patiently. Once, I failed in the exam, and the total score of Chinese was only 150. I want to go home. My father will hit me, but he doesn't. I just said seriously, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam. Come again next time. I won't blame you as long as you try your best. Summarize the reasons for this failure and try to get a good score next time. Failure is the mother of success, and I will always support you. " Of course, there are no perfect people in the world, and my father is no exception. Dad loves drinking and often gets drunk. He vomited and vomited when he was drunk, and he was unconscious. My mother and I always take care of it. I wish dad would stop drinking. This is my father. He is one of the most grateful people in my life; He is the closest, most admired and admired man in my life. I love my father.

I have a good father.

I remember a song I loved to sing when I was a child, Good Dad and Bad Dad, which was innocently sung in my heart. I grew up and got to know my father's image again. I am proud of having a good father!

My father is a man with a distinct personality. Sometimes if I make a mistake, my father will be very strict until I understand a truth and treat the philosophy of life correctly. But usually my father is always very kind and kind, and plays with me. Are you saying I don't like it?

My father is a nosy "Sister Ma". He is always there when things happen. He helps the weak and helps the strong, and upholds justice. I appreciate my father's sense of justice. As a lawyer, he always helps people with lawsuits conscientiously. He has to read the complaint again and again for fear of making a punctuation mistake. Homework is the same, even if punctuation is wrong, you should say it n times. My father is a lawyer and has a good professional ethics. Unlike other lawyers, he doesn't want to take more cases. Dad often said: "It's better to have fewer cases, so that there will be no disputes and social order will be fine!" " "

My dad is still the standard new good man. He often buys food, washes dishes and does housework, and takes good care of our family. It can also be said that dad is an admirable lawyer outside, but he is our "nanny" at home. He also loves studying and writing. He has set up his own legal website to answer people's legal questions for free. Everyone he helped was grateful to him.

He is not only my good father, but also my old friend. He raised me and worked hard. Do you think there is any reason why I should not study hard?

I don't know whether it's because of my career or because my father is a very strict person. Anyway, growing up, in my eyes, my father always smiled less and often had a serious expression, which kept me away from my father. This relationship with my father has continued since childhood. Although my father's expression is much kinder today, I seldom want to communicate with him. However, in my eyes, my father is a good father. It can be said that without my father, there would be no me and my brother today.

My father is strict with my brother and me, which is worthy of the name. My brother and I followed my father to a school five miles away from home when we were young. In order to exercise us, my father always goes to work by bike, but rarely takes me and my brother with him, which makes others feel incredible, but my father always smiles and says, "Go!" " At that time, I didn't understand what dad meant, and I didn't even doubt whether dad was our dear father. ! And at school, because my father is our head teacher or classroom teacher, my father is always strict with my brother and me. Sometimes, there will be a lot of trivial friction between children. Whenever this time, my father always criticizes my brother and me with a small stick, but at the same time he is very kind to us. Even if our classmates are wrong, my father will not criticize them. My brother and I really have nowhere to tell. At that time, I thought, there is such a father. My brother and I are eager to grow up quickly, leave my father and leave his school.

My father is very concerned about my brother and me, and I think it has something to do with his career. After all, as a teacher, he likes students with both ability and political integrity. However, I always feel that my father is always a little too professional in this respect. At least, he has less communication with us, but he cares about grades blindly and ignores our psychological endurance. Although today, when we grow up, we can understand what my father taught us, because without my father, maybe my brother and I wouldn't be where we are today.

Dad's strictness to us will never change. I have this feeling that even now, when we grow up, we seldom go home. But every time he comes to Beijing to see us or we go home, Dad always tells us something. He always tells us what he thinks, but he doesn't know that we have grown up and have our own ideas and principles. Whenever this time, I feel that my father is really unreasonable. Hehe, but every time we leave our father to create independently outside, his education is like a bright light, guiding us forward and into the maze. Our hearts are always filled with gratitude and thoughts for our father.

Dad is just an ordinary people's teacher, but his education and strictness are a beacon on our life path, guiding our direction and making us never lose.

Thank you, dad, for giving us life, and for educating us as adults ~! !