The fragment description composition about father is 6 words.

1. Composition fragment about my father

I have a good father

My father is a man of few words. When he was with his mother, he heard her talking all the time. My father just kept smoking and only answered once in a while, and that was mostly just a word or two. When guests came to the house, my father accompanied them to dinner, neither letting wine nor persuading them to eat. It's rude to just eat your own food. It's the same for us children. He seldom asks about our study. He thinks that study is our own business. Ask him if you have any questions. He also said that you should ask the teacher.

My father is a farmer, but in my eyes, many places don't look like real farmers. My father finished primary school and dropped out of school because of poverty when he reached the second grade in junior high school. Then he and several companions ran to Baotou without telling their grandparents, where they went to a technical secondary school for two years. Later, because of the three-year natural disaster in the 196s, the school was dissolved, and my father returned home to continue to be his farmer. My father wrote a very good calligraphy. Whoever has a wedding or a funeral in the village, my father will always be respectfully invited to be a cashier and remember something. In the Spring Festival, it is a busy season for my father. The villagers sent red paper to my house early and asked my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often before the Spring Festival, my family has long been filled with festive atmosphere. When I was young, my father asked me to learn to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. What format, how to call it, and how to sign it are all taught by my father. Although I like his handwriting, I haven't practiced it for a long time, and I haven't been shapeless until now. When I went home to drink with my father until I was happy, my father always pointed at me and said, "As far as you are concerned, you are still a Chinese department and a teacher. Writing is not as good as being a farmer like me." I can only smile and nod.

Father is a book lover. Every time he goes out, he always keeps a book in his bag. There's really nothing to read, so I have to take some newspapers with me. I remember that my father bought books with his own hands, including The Water Margin published in 1975 in three volumes, Stories of the Countries in the Eastern Zhou Dynasty in the first and second volumes, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Three Stories by Feng Menglong. During the slack season, other men play cards or gamble, and my father reads books on the kang. On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day. In the past two years, my father has been dazzled, so he bought a reading glasses himself and still didn't forget to study. I sometimes look at it carefully, and the old man really looks like a gentleman of letters. When I came home this summer vacation, I rummaged through the bookcase and found a set of "Wonders of Today and Ancient Times" by the old man holding Weng in the Ming Dynasty, which was engraved during the Daoguang period of the Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one volume was missing. I said to him, give me this book. Father said yes, but I can't see at all. My father often said to me with emotion: "At the time of the Cultural Revolution, all the books left by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were burned when I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. It's worth it if you don't stay until now. " So I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "burning books".

of the three children in my family, my father loves me the most. He says I can sit still and behave. In winter, I ran wildly in the street all day, sweating all over, and I was so hot that my cotton trousers were wet. Before getting up in the morning, my father always lights the stove early, then turns my cotton trousers over by hand, roasts them near the stove bit by bit, and slowly shakes them while roasting. Soon, I see plumes of heat rising from the cotton trousers. After baking, my father will rub the cotton trousers with his two pairs of big hands to make them soft. When I put it on again, I feel very warm. My father is a restless man. He often polishes my shoes and cleans them carefully every time. Every day, my father took out the bike I rode at school, and when I got home at night, my father kept it for me every time. It is his job to clean the car and cheer up. In his eyes, I always seem to be a child. All the books I read at school were covered by my father himself and my name was written with a brush. I have been a teacher for so many years, and my textbooks in high school are still well preserved. Sometimes I read him and said, this book is useless. Please sell it. Father always said, "Leave it, leave it, and you will hate books when you use them." I went to college in Nanjing for four years, and every time my father wrote to me, the end of the letter always said, don't worry about money, eat well and pay attention to your health. He seldom tells me to study hard, but after reading my father's letter, I naturally know how to study.

Now, I have been a father for more than ten years. When the child was young, he refused to take medicine because he was ill. He beat the child a lot, but he was a little older, and I beat him a lot because he didn't like going to kindergarten. Until now, I didn't study well and didn't do well in the exam. I also scolded my children. Think about my father's treatment of me, and then think about my treatment of my children. I am really ashamed. My father and I meet several times a year, and once we meet, he gets older. Isn't it? I'm in my forties. Can my father not be old?

In my eyes, my father is a silent person, a person who loves me and loves me, a person who loves reading and writing, and a person who guides more than discipline. In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see it. May my father live healthily, and I am willing to be his child forever. 2. A 6-word composition about my father

My father

My father, a person who has made great contributions to the family, but I hate him. Usually, everyone else takes me out to play, but every time I take me out to play, it is an old figure in the family-grandma. But this time, I changed my mind about my father.

Dad is always very busy. He always keeps saying to me, "Dad is busy again this week. Can I take you to play next week?" Next week! " But his promise is always blank. Whenever he promises to take me to play next week, I wait for an infinite extension. The children in our courtyard always call me "poor child without father's love" behind my back, so I hate him. This title has been called since I was 8 years old, until I was in the sixth grade.

On the first morning of November, my father's voice came over the phone. He said he was waiting for me at the west gate and wanted to take me to play. I immediately ran out of the house and got on the bus.

after I came to the carnival, my eyes were fixed on the coin on the board. This coin is not that easy to throw. Although it was easy to aim at, the coin bounced off as soon as it reached the board. One shot is not allowed. I voted 12 times in a row and didn't get it right. "Come again!" Dad gave me the 12 coins he had just changed. I tried again, and I finally got one right, but the man looked at it with a high magnification magnifying glass and said it was almost there. Dad ran over to buy me coins again. As long as my coins are gone, there will be a big hand, holding the newly changed 12 coins and sending them to me and putting them in my palm.

I can't tell you when I look at my father's 1-yuan, 1-yuan figure in front of the money exchange booth.

my heart trembled slightly, and then tears flowed into my mouth along both sides of my lips, and a bitter and salty taste penetrated into my heart. "Dad, I don't want to play." I said to my father who came to me from the money exchange booth. "Don't cry. Why are you crying? If you don't play, don't play! What are you crying about? " Dad gently wiped my tears. "I spent so much money on you ..." Dad interrupted me and said, "What is this? Don't I earn money just to give you flowers? How can a father earn money for his daughter? "I can't hear what my father said later. I just feel that tears will flow into my mouth again as soon as my nose is sour.

dad, I don't hate you anymore! Really. This is my father, who is willing to pay for me.

My father

My black hair is mixed with a few white hairs, his face is a little dark, but his eyes are bright. That is my father.

Dad is forty years old, but he is still childlike.

When I was in the fourth grade, I learned to play yo-yo by chance, so I bought one and went home to finish my homework.

At this moment, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to have a try, so he said to me, "Son, lend your father a play." So, I handed the yo-yo to my father. Dad couldn't play at first, and the ball was always out of control, and he didn't learn it after a long time. Dad looked very anxious, so I said to him, "Wait for the yo-yo to slide to the bottom, and then pull it up." Dad tried it a few times and learned several tricks such as "sleeping" and "walking the dog"!

The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he plays, the more interested he becomes. He doesn't want to put it down for a while. My mother looked at my father's playful manner and said, "I'm 4 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but I still look like an old urchin!"

""haha ... "There was a burst of happy laughter at home.

Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work very seriously.

A few days ago, a computer was installed in Dad's office, and many games were installed in it!

I really want to have a good time. As it happens, my father is going to the office today, and I quickly begged my father to agree. I didn't expect him to say to me sternly, "How did you learn to take advantage of the public at an early age?" I ran into my room angrily, slammed the door hard, and scolded my father's back: "stubborn old man!"

"I didn't expect my father never came back after he left, so I had to go to bed.

In the middle of the night, I woke up and went to the toilet. I saw the light in the study was on. It turned out that my father was writing materials, and the wastebasket beside the desk was full. His head was sweaty. He found me, looked at me with bloodshot eyes and said, "Go to sleep quickly, there will be a class tomorrow." I knew my father's stubborn temper, so I had to say, "Dad, you should go to sleep quickly." I went to bed.

but I can't sleep for a long time. The moon, walking in the sky, the stars, blinking naughtily, while my father is still writing that material.

I am proud that I have a father who is "always playing with children" and is conscientious in his work. 3. Fragments about paternal love/father (composition theme)

A child is like a seedling, and paternal love is like a drizzle. Sprinkle the drizzle on the seedling, let it absorb the rain and dew, so that the seedling can thrive. After absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, the seedling will grow into a tree.

I'm about to be promoted to junior high school, and my schoolwork is heavy. I have to put off my homework on time and finish it at nine or ten o'clock. My father often complains that I don't hurry. I am used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table.

My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How can you do this?"! I don't believe you have the spirit to listen tomorrow. What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times I tell you, I just don't listen! " Say that finish, don't sympathize with me at all, and gave me a slap in the face and walked out of my room and slammed the door. What a loud sound.

I immediately turned off the light and went to bed. I felt greatly wronged in my heart and thought, "others can not finish their homework. What's wrong with me doing this?" It's just a little procrastination. What's wrong? Can you blame me? " This slap made my tears flow like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable.

My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him. I often looked at him with hostility. I am heartbroken and feel terrible about it. I reread those words in my memory every day, and I always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read as follows: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I was determined to turn iron into steel. Other people's children finish their homework early and still play downstairs. If you study like this every day, how can your body hold up? Dad wishes you could learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night. Love your father. I saw that there were traces of wiped tears on that note, and I was a little shaken.

I wrote a reply; Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It was my fault that I treated you like that. But you have to understand me. Other people's children hurry to finish their homework and then go out to play. I can't. I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears, and my heart was filled with great regrets. I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket.

at this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love. I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I was wrong!" "

two letters later, I met my father but didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm!"

He left me another note: Son, Dad believes in you, and you pursue your goal. Dad doesn't demand what you have to do, as long as you think it's right, just do it!

I have deeply felt my father's love and intention for me. Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love.

If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my father would be a gentle light in the heavy night, which lit for me from a distance and called me to hesitate. If I am just a poor actor who feels sorry for myself, my father will be the warm applause, calling me self-confidence and urging me to work hard; If I were a playful little fish, my father would be a green lake, which not only tolerated my naughty willfulness, but also spread my happiness like ripples ... 4. Fragments of the composition about fatherly love

Although my father is very strict with me at ordinary times. But I know how much my father loves me. Dad's love is selfless and great.

One winter, it was snowing heavily and I got pneumonia. My parents held me and ran to the hospital step by step. When I arrived at the hospital, the doctor handed my father a big iron plate and said, "Put the iron plate in your arms to cover the heat, and use it when the child takes a chest X-ray later." Without saying anything, dad lifted his clothes and put the iron plate on his chest. Mom quickly stopped and said, "Interlayer vest." Dad said, "It's okay. I'll just carry it. Don't freeze when the child uses it for a while." It was so cold in the winter that my father did not hesitate to put the iron plate directly on his chest. As soon as he put it on, his body trembled with ice, but he just frowned and didn't make a sound.

That was when I was a child. Up to now, whenever I think of tears, my eyes will spin around. But I will learn from my father's strength and not shed tears, turn the love my father gave me into a driving force for learning, repay my parents with excellent results, and repay their parents' parenting kindness.

If maternal love is like water, then paternal love is a mountain. If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud. Yes, my father's love is as tall and firm as a mountain. Father's love, every bit, every drop is worth savoring. Father's love, like mother's love, is the greatest love in the world. I can often feel the mountain of fatherly love. 5. Composition action description fragment My father sent money to look at my father in 3 words. He always seems to be so tall. Looking at his father, his shoulders always seem so safe; Looking at his father, his face seems to be always so kind; Looking at my father ... I don't know when, looking up at my father has become a habit of mine. Such a parallelism sentence should not be used at the beginning of writing a family composition, but can be written directly from the following. As a child, I was my father's sidekick. At that time, I was particularly active and couldn't spare a moment.