My neat father writes the composition by hand.

1. My phobia Dad wrote 400 words these days, I found that my mother has changed. Do you know what this is? Let's take a look at this story!

My mother has changed-cleanliness, my mother has cleanliness. This changed our family. Since my mother became a neat freak, there hasn't even been a flying insect in our family: once, when my mother came home from school, she found a quilt on my sofa, which my computer nerd dad forgot to put away last night, so she put down the slippers she had just prepared to change, regardless of the willy-nilly, the speed of light rushed over and folded the quilt and put it in the closet; Another time, my mother found a small flying insect on the ground, so she picked up the toilet paper, trampled it to death and threw it into the garbage basket. Maybe the reason why there are flying insects in Qiaojiao shop is because of my mother's quirks.

Although the neat mother gives us a headache, it also brings us a good environment for me to study quietly.

Write a composition in father's handwriting. Everyone is surrounded by people he knows. Of course I want to. He is my father.

Dad is in his thirties this year, and his black hair is always well combed. He is tall with a few white hairs and shiny black eyes under his pale eyebrows. He has done a lot for me. He gets up early every day to send me to school. One day I found his eyes were black. I said to my father, "If you sleep a little longer, I can go to school by myself." But he said to me, "Never mind, I can sleep for a while after you go to school." Don't worry about me, as long as you study hard and get good grades, I'm not afraid of being tired again. "Then I went to school. I smiled and said to my father, "Go to bed early at night. Don't be too tired. " Dad also smiled and said, "I know. "This is my father, a considerate and kind person. When I grow up, I will take good care of my father. Take care of him as he treats me, because he is my hobby.

I'm a little neat about composition. My mother loves cleanliness. My father and I both said that she was a little neat.

Mom doesn't like us sitting on the bed casually. I remember once when I came home from school, I felt very tired. I just want to lie in bed. Just as I was about to touch the bed, my mother saw me. She rushed over at a sprint speed of 100 meters, grabbed me and said to me loudly, "Mingming, how many times has my mother told you not to lie outside in bed with clothes on." It makes me laugh and cry.

However, it is good for mom to love cleanliness. First of all, hygiene is beneficial to people's health and less diseases. Mother spends time cleaning the house every day. The tiles in the kitchen were polished by her mother. The house looks neat and comfortable. My father and I are often dragged by my mother to wash clothes. Father said humorously that our clothes were not worn out, but washed by my mother. Mom is still unconvinced by this.

However, my mother sometimes understands. If there are guests at home, mother never asks them to change their shoes and clean them after they leave. My mother told me that this is a kind of respect for the guests. Everyone has different habits and can't impose their own habits on others.

This is my mother. She is a neat freak. Although her cleanliness sometimes makes me unbearable, I still love her very much.

4. Write a composition with my father's handwriting.

Everyone has a pair of useful hands, some are warm and delicate, some are tender and dexterous, and some are thick and powerful ... Among them, my father's hand is my most familiar and favorite.

Dad's hands are big, but mom says they are not. At this time, my father would say, "grab grass with big hands and treasure with small hands." Indeed, dad's fingers are not very long, but they are thick, with round fingertips and smooth palms. When the back of the hand is straight, you can clearly see the purple blood vessels protruding under the skin. Sometimes I ask my father, "What are you proud of your hands?" Dad said: "diligent and powerful, can work."

Yes, dad's hands are strong hands. Once playing in May 4th Square, I saw other children's fathers flying in the air holding their hands, so I quickly said to my father, "Dad, I want to fly, too." Dad agreed, took my hand and waved my arm, and I flew into the sky. Dad is tall, so I fly higher and happier than other children.

Dad's hand is still a pair of hands that sow knowledge. Every Saturday, Sunday or holiday, my father will take out the whiteboard and hang it on the study door. He will be a teacher and I will be a student, writing pictures on the whiteboard and helping me with my homework. Sometimes he will let me be a teacher, he will be a student, and he will let me teach him.

Dad's hands are warmer. Sometimes eating badly or running too fast will hurt your stomach. My father will let me lie flat on the bed or sofa, put my hands on my stomach and say, "I have a stomachache. I want to find the old bear. The old bear is not at home." Looking for Lao Gao, Lao Gao grinds a broadsword at home. He will break his stomach and shout twice to scare his stomach. " Go back and forth a few times like this, and your stomach will warm up, and it won't hurt for a while.

I like dad's hands. Now my hands are getting bigger and bigger. I will use my brain and hands to learn the skills of my father's hands.

5. Write a composition of not less than 500 words by my father.

Since I was born, I have been led by a pair of hands to learn to walk. A pair of little hands often hold me in warm arms and make me feel happy and warm; A pair of hands often hold me high to "fly the plane"; Have a pair of hands, always holding my direction, teaching me to be meticulous; A pair of hands pulled me back, obsessed with computer games, and put me on the right track. That's dad's hand.

My father's hand has been with me for 12 years, which has made me grow from a naive child to a good boy with excellent academic performance.

Dad's hands are warm. When I was a child, I always kicked the quilt when I slept. At this time, my father will hug me with warm hands, pat me gently and sing my favorite songs until I fall asleep.

Dad's hands are wide. I want to be a pilot since I was a child, and I can fly in the blue sky with a plane. Whenever my father gets off work, I always clamor for my father to lift me up and fly the plane. My father will hold me high with strong hands and make a gesture of "indiscriminate bombing" in the room. At this point, the mother was on pins and needles, reminding her father to be careful from time to time.

Dad's hand is a source of encouragement for my progress. Once, my teacher recommended me to take part in a children's calligraphy competition. Although I practiced at home for n times, my hands kept shaking when I went on stage. You know, this is the first time for me to show my grace in front of so many people. At this time, I only heard a burst of applause from the audience. Ah, how loud and powerful a pair of applause is, how familiar it sounds! I turned around and searched in the vast sea of people. Ah, it was my father standing under the stage. I was full of confidence at once and wrote a few vigorous and powerful Chinese characters-Father's love is boundless! That time I won the first prize in the children's calligraphy competition.

Behind every success, there is always a pair of hands that give me courage and increase my confidence, and that is my father's loving hands.

There is a neat cousin in the 6.300-word composition, who describes the personality characteristics of the characters. My mother is the head of the family, and she makes decisions on big and small matters. She is conscientious and quick, no wonder she is a monkey! My mother cooks, cleans and washes clothes for our father and son every night.

Therefore, she has some "innovations" in cooking ... once I came home from school and saw a bowl with something like honey on it. I looked at it and smelled it. It smelled of acetic acid. I think: if the poison doesn't serve, it probably won't die if you drink it! I just took a sip.

At this moment, my mother came out from her position-the kitchen. I swallowed it hard.

She said to me, "Is it delicious?" "What the hell is this? So bad? " I said morosely. "This is honey and vinegar." I was surprised and said, "Can these two be put together?" Mom said confidently, "absolutely no problem, it's good for your health!" " "After listening to my mother's words, I went back to my room to do my homework and thought as I walked: I will never drink this thing again.

This is my mother. Cooking is quite innovative! There is a "Tang priest" at home and a father who nags me all day. As soon as I put the key in the doorway, I heard my dad nagging, "Go take a shower, you're sweating again, and eat after taking a shower!" " "I always say wait, but I was forced into the bathroom by him sentence by sentence.

There is no peace at night When I was doing my homework, I heard the movement of the paring knife and thought, it's over. It's time to eat apples again.

I silently counted: 5, 4, 3, 2, 1, 0! The door opened, and my father held a emerald apple in his hand and said to me, "It's time to eat the apple!" " "I always find excuses to say that I am doing my homework! I don't have time, but he forced me to eat apples sentence after sentence. But fortunately, I'm used to it.

My mother and I were inspired by Tang Yan's words in A Chinese Odyssey, and gave my father a nickname "Tang Yan". My home is happy, warm and happy. I love my family and adopted me.

7. My father writes 400 words. My father.

My father is an easy-going person who doesn't like to lose his temper very much, but he is a bit fierce when he gets angry.

Once, I couldn't answer a question, so my father told me seriously over and over again, but I didn't hear anything, nodding there like a chicken pecking rice. A few minutes later, my father gave me a similar problem, but I couldn't work it out. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "didn't I tell you?" Why still can't you do it? You are so stupid. "Say that finish, he pressed my head hard with his hand. I stole a look at my father, only to see his eyes stare into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand on end, just like a big tiger, which is terrible! Only then did I know the importance of being serious. Then my father told me again carefully, and I realized that I would never be absent-minded when my father told me questions again.

Although my father is serious about the topic, he is casual when playing with me. I remember once, my father and I played two games of chess. In the first game, I was killed by my father. In the second game, my father got carried away and misread the chess, so I turned defeat into victory. Alas, it's not easy to win a game!

Look, this is my father. He is both my elder and my friend. I like him and I'm afraid of him.

8. "My Dad" composition The black hair is mixed with a few white hairs. The face is a little black, but a pair of eyes are very bright. That is my father.

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

When I learned to play yo-yo by accident in the fourth grade, I bought one and finished my homework and went home to play.

At this time, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to give it a try. 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. He didn't learn it after a long time. Dad looked worried, so I said to him, "Wait until the yo-yo slides to the bottom, and then pull it up." Dad tried several times and learned several tricks such as "sleeping" and "walking the dog"!

The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he played, the more interested he became, and he didn't want to put it down for a while. Mom looked at dad's playful look and said, "It's 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an old urchin!" !

""Ha ha ... "There was a burst of happy laughter at home.

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

A few days ago, my father installed a computer in his office, which contained many games!

I really want to have fun. It happened that my dad was going to the office today, so I quickly asked my dad for permission. Unexpectedly, he said 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 shouted at my father's back: "stubborn old man!" "

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

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

However, 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'm proud that I have a conscientious "child's play" father.

9. My father's composition is 600 words. My father is still alive. I have a father who cares about me in every way. In study, I also have a strict father; In the game, I have a father who will never grow up.

My father has two greatest advantages: first, he is willing to contribute to the country without asking for anything in return; 2. Very concerned about the study and life of the next generation. Previously, my father was repairing the railway in Turpan, Xinjiang.

He works day and night, 365 days a year, eight or nine hours a day. Three meals a day are steamed bread, and meat and rice are rarely eaten. Life is hard.

I only slept for five or six hours at night, and I had to get up the next morning, full of blood. But he still refused to give up this glorious job and was later transferred to be a taxi driver.

My father not only works hard, but also is strict with me. Once, I didn't do my homework and two reading notes, but my friend told me to go out and jump rubber bands.

I couldn't resist the temptation of rubber bands and jumped up in the yard: "Car, Didi, Malanhua 21 ..." Just as I was jumping, my father came back from work and asked: "Yuanyuan, have you finished your homework?" I replied, "Right away, when I jumped, I was making those two reading notes." At this time, my gentle father suddenly became serious and took me back to the study like an eagle catching a chicken.

I have to do my homework. He didn't open his brow until I finished.

At this moment, my father said, "Let me jump rope with you. Your father is still a master of skipping rope! " With that, he jumped up.

Ah, dad, you are the enlightening lamp in my study and life, and always inspire me to move forward. Ah, dad, I will study hard and repay your selfless love for me.

10. Dad wrote Dear Dad in the third grade.

I can't copy this article. I'll give you the address.

My father is a good cook and a humorous person. He has a pair of long ears, just like a magical Tathagata. He is simple and kind with thick eyebrows and thick lips, and his beer belly can tell that "the prime minister can punt in his stomach."

Let's start with excellent cooking. My father likes to create his own food best, and almost every attempt will make me admire him more. Look at the way he cooks. He skillfully picked up the plate, poured it into the pot and sprinkled salt on it. The food will become delicious in his hands. Every time before dinner, we sit at the table early, waiting for delicious food to appear. Every time I eat it, I will make a "uh-huh" sound, because it is so delicious that I can't speak. This delicious food greatly increased my appetite. My aunt has been saying that she will come to our house for dinner!

My father is also a humorous person. Humor.