My father is a shoemaker who writes compositions.

1. My father is a good carpenter. Whenever I do my homework in a bright window, whenever I lean against the window and look out, I often think of the person who made this window ~ a simple and honest little carpenter.

It was last summer vacation. Father invited two carpenters to install windows on the balcony for us, and only a little carpenter came the next day. In the evening, the old man got a call from his mother and went home.

This little carpenter, who is only sixteen or seventeen years old, is thin and short, and looks younger than his actual age.

"He can do it? How about ... "I heard my parents mumble. The little carpenter seemed to hear something, so he hurried forward and said eagerly with a foreign accent, "I can do it." Don't worry, I won't get paid if I don't do it well, okay? " Mom and dad looked at each other for a while with a grain of salt before saying, "Let him try!" " At this moment, a smile flashed on the little carpenter's face.

He works alone. Out of curiosity, I go to the balcony to see him from time to time. He sawed skillfully, planed carefully, and picked up an electric drill to punch holes in the balcony. It was so hot that sweat soaked his clothes.

"Super product, have a rest and have some tea." His mother urged him several times before he stopped.

"You are so unambiguous." Mother smiled and praised him.

"My craft is not as good as my master, but I can't wronged you. I won't make money! " Then he smiled shyly.

I thought to myself that this little carpenter is not only skilled, but also kind-hearted. Although his words are few, every word is true, which really touches the bottom.

On the third day, at dawn, he came. The weather was still so sultry, but he ignored it completely. He just buried himself in his work and kept working ... In the afternoon, all three practical and beautiful windows were completed, and mom and dad were amazed.

The sweaty little carpenter smiled again and said, "If you are satisfied, my heart will be at ease." Then he put away his salary, put on his tool bag and left.

At this time, the burning sun was scorching the earth, and I watched his thin figure fade away.

My father is a walking dictionary. My father is thirty-four years old. He is tall, with thin lips, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose and short black hair. He looks cool. My father is very patient, not only loves his work, but also has a cheerful personality and never loses his temper with others.

Dad is a workaholic. He goes out early and comes back late all day. He is also an unshakable "anchor needle" at home-sitting in the computer room is not painting or watching the computer. Because he is a second-class computer engineer! There is only one day to rest-on Sunday, he has to go to the computer to find information for half a day.

Once, when I was doing my math homework, I was stumped by an asterisk. Thinking about it, I used two pieces of draft paper, but I still can't make it. I asked my father, and he understood at a glance. He took a piece of paper and drew a picture to tell me. He told me three times, but my mind is still blank. I thought my father was going to scold me and thought, "Oh, no"! Dad said, "Wenwen, I'll tell you again for dad." I am very happy. I understand this time. I have finished my homework in an orderly way. The next day, the teacher praised my question. I thought to myself, "This is all due to my father."

I am proud to have such a father.

My father is a soldier. My father is a soldier.

My father is a soldier. He works in the Air Force Academy. He is already a veteran of 17. My father is not tall, wears a pair of glasses and looks very gentle. Although he is not so tall and powerful, he is resolute and responsible, which makes me love and fear.

My mother and I both say that my father is a typical workaholic. Because he manages 400 to 500 students, he puts all his thoughts on the students, and often when I open my eyes in the morning, he has already gone to work; When he came back from working overtime at night, I was already asleep. My mother always said that my father regarded his home as a hotel. What saddens me most is that I have to carry a heavy schoolbag to catch the school bus every morning. I really envy other students sitting on dad's bike easily. And my father, at this time, has gone out to escort students across the road. For this reason, my mother often complains about my father: "It is necessary to leave my eight or nine-year-old son alone. Those college students are all eighteen or nineteen years old and still want you to escort them across the road?" At this time, my father seriously criticized my mother and said, "Four or five hundred students are waiting in line for the Third Ring Road. It's dangerous if nobody cares. Parents give their children to our troops, and we must take responsibility for them and let them rest assured at home! " Then, he will pat me on the shoulder and encourage me: "Xiaofeng, you will be a soldier's son when you grow up." You should have the courage of a soldier, be self-reliant, and not always rely on your parents, right? " Dad believes you, you are a man! "Say that finish, I ran downstairs with a big face and made my mother and I laugh and cry.

My father is still very wise and brave. He has a warm heart. For a time, he found that a student was always worried, full of worries and absent-minded in his study. After chatting with him, my father realized that my sister had been tricked into Xuzhou by her classmates and fell into the jaws of pyramid schemes. He worries about her safety every day. After learning the situation, Dad comforted him and contacted his uncles at the police station. After making a detailed plan, he successfully rescued the student's sister. Later, people sent him a letter of commendation. I admire my father's wit and courage.

My father is a shoemaker. There are two shoemakers standing side by side at the gate of our school. However, one is fat and the other is thin; One can talk, one is silent; One enterprise is thriving, but the other is struggling ... I heard from my classmates that the skill of the thin old man is better, but why didn't many people go to him?

Since I repaired my shoes last time, every time I pass by the school gate, I always look back to see if the emaciated old man is there, because he has left a lingering concern in my heart. I often worry about his health, his granddaughter, his wife and even his family, although I am just a passer-by to him. ...

Now I just want to talk about this silent and respectable old man. The old man is thin, and you can clearly see his veins standing out when you approach him; The skin is slack, and it is no exaggeration to say that it is as rough and cracked as the dead locust tree skin; The old man has pale hair and wears a patched broken straw hat; Although there are no teeth, the eyes are particularly divine; The chapped hands are covered with cocoons and the nails are covered with thick oil stains. This is the trace left by the years, and this is also the first impression that the old man gave me.

That day, my sandal suddenly broke a thread, so I had no choice but to repair it. However, when I walked to the door, I saw that the fat old man was crowded with people, including those who repaired shoes, repaired tires and matched keys ... While there were obviously only one or two people in the thin old man's place, I didn't want to wait too long because I was in a hurry, so I went to the thin old man to fix it. I walked up to him and said, "Master, I'm tired of sewing this shoelace for me." The old man looked up at me and said, "well, sit there and have a rest." I'll mend these shoes and sew them for you. " Then he took out a small apple from the old bag on the tricycle and said, "Daughter, do you want an apple?" I smiled and said, "Grandpa, I won't eat." I think this old man is really nice and enthusiastic. Soon, it was my turn. I took off my shoes and gave them to him. Then the old man sewed them carefully and watched his thin hands shuttle back and forth. Flexible manipulation, delicate manipulation and even and delicate angle of small needle. Most importantly, the old man is very, very serious. He only saw sweat rolling down his cheeks along the wrinkles, but he didn't care. He didn't say a word during the whole process, but when sewing another one, it was obvious that he was in a hurry. He asked me the time from time to time, and he became more and more anxious. I asked the old man what was urgent, and he said. "Daughter, can you wait here for five or six minutes? I'll pick up my little granddaughter from school." I can't help it Seeing that the old man was so enthusiastic and sincere, I agreed. There are two street sweepers sitting not far from the old man's booth. Seeing me sitting there bored, you came to talk to me. First, I asked where my home was and how old I was. Then the old cleaner sighed deeply and said, "You don't know, this old man who repairs shoes is very poor." He is not easy. He will be in a hurry to pick up his granddaughter. Business is basically empty, because he is always busy and others are unwilling to wait, so few people come to repair his shoes. " I asked, "He is in business, and his granddaughter won't let the rest of the family pick him up?" "No one else in his family can help, his wife. Serve his wife and granddaughter with food and clothing every day. When there are many students during the peak period, I will go home to cook and feed my children. This is the business. No better than others. " I shook my head. "It's not easy to live a lifetime." My nose was sore when I heard the cleaner tell me so much. I don't know if this is sympathy or pity, or another emotion. The old man came back with his children, and he kept apologizing to me. I dare not look into his eyes, because I am afraid that I will not control my tears. He pulled his granddaughter aside and gave her a small apple. I carefully looked at this childless, ignorant, dark-faced child in a boy's clothes that didn't fit me well, but when I saw the apple you gave her, a sweet smile immediately appeared on my face. He sat there still eating apples. I thought to myself, in her young mind, she doesn't know what hardship is, what maternal love is and what orphan is. In her opinion, eating and drinking apples every day is enough ... When I left, I looked back at the booth: a shoe repair stall, an old man wearing a patched straw hat was seriously repairing shoes, and a little girl eating apples stayed quietly. Grandpa and grandson, what a beautiful picture this is!

I don't think there is any gorgeous language to describe such a great grandfather. His story is really touching. He should have spent his old age peacefully, but he struggled to hold up the sky like an old tree. For this family, for his wife and granddaughter, he had to struggle to live, perhaps for a bright future and that kind of yearning happiness. In short, the old man is becoming more and more great in my eyes. From his eyes, I saw his spirit of fighting for life and his determination never to give up. From the spirit of the elderly, should we who live in the sweet life work harder for our own lives and show love for those who live in difficult circumstances? I sincerely hope that this true story, this simple language, can bring us some touch and some motivation.

My father wrote in 200 words that his father is a fisherman. According to shuamei, dad is beautiful and his hair is black. His small nose looks the same as mine. There is a mouth bigger than mine under the nose. The mouth that eats is faster than our running speed. Dad has two characteristics. Let me tell us something about it.

The first characteristic-love eating out. Usually, even if there is nothing outside, sometimes, when meals are cooked at home, they say they go out to eat. Tell me more about that time. That night, my dad was having a party with friends, and I went. When I saw that after dinner, I chatted in two directions. It's not good for everyone to talk together. My dad won't allow me to say a word. I told my dad, "It's not fun here. I want to go home. " Dad didn't send me home, so I whispered to him, "I want to go home, Dad." So you are willing to take me home. Look, this is the real dad.

The second feature-love to eat fruit. He usually eats fruits no matter how spicy, sour, bitter, sweet and unpalatable, which are delicious in his eyes. He has no money to buy pomegranate. He asked my mother to give me fifty dollars to buy pomegranates, and he took me to buy them. He didn't know whether they were sweet or not, so he only picked a few. When I get home, I want to "kill"; I took a bite and spit out my tongue. I couldn't help crying. "Why is it so sour and not sweet at all? Is it pomegranate? " Dad smiled and said narcissistically, "It's very sweet." I jumped over and grabbed my father's pomegranate and took a bite. Yeah, not bad. I thought to myself: is it true that dad only chooses the sweet ones for himself, or can he really choose any sweet one? Then he didn't know that what he was holding was sweet? Finally, I tasted all the pomegranates, and none of them were sweet. Dad is really, just choose a sweet one, and the rest are sour, so that we can't finish eating and then "take it for ourselves".

Look, that's what my dad is. He is like a playmate.

6. "My dad is a driver" If you pay attention to the old train, you will find that such a huge iron dragon was originally pulled over the mountains by the heat generated by coal combustion. Xiaohai's father is such a commander with a huge team. Xiao Hai is the son of a train driver. He has been proud since he was a child-not everyone has a father who is a train driver. Although, this father is a little dark, because he always gets dirty with pungent engine oil and coal ash after coming back from work for a few days. Unlike other people's fathers, he always dresses appropriately and has a fresh smile.

Xiaohai doesn't care about this. Xiaohai likes his father, his dark face, his teeth and eyes that sparkle when he smiles. My dad sometimes brings him white rabbit toffee or bubble gum from Shanghai, which is worthless in his northern city. Xiaohai will generously distribute these rare items to classmates, and thus win excellent popularity.

Xiaohai's academic performance is average, but he loves reading. When Xiaohai, who loves reading, grew up, it was the time when many people in the society began to go to sea, that is, the war of Xiaohai's family began. The war ended in parents' divorce. However, Xiao Hai, a teenager, was deeply impressed by this adult war because of the book that he could not finish reading.

Oil boy, this is the name of that book. Xiaohai always remembers it as an adult, perhaps because he didn't finish reading it, perhaps because it was so beautiful, with colorful blue sky, rivers and forests ... what story did it tell? Xiaohai has always wanted to know. You Zi took Xiaohai from the bookshelves in the bookstore, and it took him less than an hour, and then he was torn to pieces by Xiaohai's extremely corrupt mother. At this time, Xiaohai hasn't had time to finish reading it.

Maybe Xiaohai is too greedy. Xiao Hai, who came home from school that day, met her mother on the road. He didn't notice the uneasy expression on his mother's face. He only noticed that the place where they met happened to be in front of a bookstore. This is a rare opportunity for Xiaohai, who has long coveted comics. At his request, my mother finally walked into the bookstore. At his request, my mother wearily bought him the thinnest picture book. Five minutes before that, Xiaohai used to circle around the counter. He keeps running around unwilling to compare, which is better? Three good friends, a secret place or a kid selling oil? Mom flipped through the back of the book, looked at the price, and only promised to buy him the cheapest one, that is, the child selling oil.

When I got home, Xiaohai couldn't bear to finish reading this seemingly thin book at once, and remembered the other two books that the bookstore valued. She kept wandering around her mother, muttering that this book was too thin, so she might as well read it later and buy that one or that one. ...

Xiao Hai doesn't know that his family is entering an uneasy journey these days. A few childish words finally aroused his mother's anger. As soon as she reached for Xiao Hai's picture book, it was torn to pieces.

Xiaohai ran to the railway in tears. Although he knew that his father would not come back tomorrow, he ran here. Maybe he will feel better when he sees other locomotives passing by with headlights on.

Zhu Xiaohai really calmed down. His face is yellow and his heart is like a drum. Suddenly, a male classmate in front of him added a note in a harsh and breathless voice: "I know! Because his father is a train driver, his, his father's eyes can only be like searchlights, because his face is all black! "

The whole class laughed again, even the teacher laughed. No one cares about Xiaohai's anger and sadness.

I don't know how his tin pencil case started. He only heard the muffled sound of "beep, beep" on that classmate's face. Because a person's face has a bridge of the nose, most of the impact is borne by it, and the nosebleed of that male classmate suddenly came out.

The whole class froze, the teacher with poor eyesight held his glasses steady, and Xiaohai had escaped from the classroom with his schoolbag on his back.

Unfortunately, the boy was diagnosed with a broken nose, stayed in the hospital for a week, repaired his immature nose and returned to school. As for Xiaohai, the medical expenses were paid by his mother, and he was recorded by the school and transferred to another school.

One summer evening, I came across Xiaohai, who I hadn't seen for years. At that time, he was working as a security guard in a bar. He said that if you want to have a drink together, it's his treat. Obviously, he didn't forget his hatred, but forgot that I was one of them when he laughed at his composition. We sat down in the bar, and he said he didn't like security work at all. He said, in fact, he likes reading. He spurned such an opportunity just because of a torn picture book and an ironic composition.

When we finally broke up, Xiaohai patted me on the shoulder in disappointment and mixed with my buddies. I feel very comfortable when you are hanging out! I don't know what to say, but I feel a little sour and stuck in my throat. Pat him on the shoulder and say goodbye. I just hope he can get over it.

7. My father is a king. I have a strict and loving father. He is of medium height and looks serious. In fact, my father is very kind and cheerful. He likes watching sports programs, and his biggest interests are traveling and reading. He always said to me, "iron can't be made without exercise, and people can't be healthy without exercise." He also told me not to lie on the sofa reading all the time, which would make me as nearsighted as him. He is very humorous. He is 39 years old, but in my opinion, he is like a student who just went to college. My father is very capable. If the electrical appliances at home are broken, he can repair them himself. He does things seriously, and he also strictly requires me to do things seriously, not so-so.

That day, my parents and I went to play basketball. Just when I was having a good time, my father actually let me run around the basketball court with a basketball for ten times. After running for two laps, my knee suddenly hurts. I touched my knee and said, "Dad, my knee hurts. Can you stop me from running? " "no!" Dad said decisively, "I want to be brave, unyielding and brave." My mother also interceded for me, saying with distress, "It really hurts, and you will strain yourself if you go on like this!" " "But dad still made up his mind. After running for ten laps, I sprained my leg.

Somehow, from that day on, I hated my father.

Next Monday night, I will sit on the sofa and read comic books. As a matter of fact, we will have a math exam tomorrow, but I didn't review it because I was so sure about it. Dad came out of the room and saw me reading a comic book. He asked strangely, "Aren't you going to take a math test tomorrow?" How ... "I'm still angry about playing basketball last time. I said coldly," I have my own discretion. Don't take it to heart. "Dad disappointed to return to his room.

The next morning, after the exam, the teacher handed out the test paper in the afternoon. I saw a bright red 85.5 on the test paper. I am very depressed. At night, I don't know how to go home. When my father saw my expression, he knew what had happened and said, "Don't be unhappy. Failure is the mother of success. You failed this time, you will succeed next time. " So, just review well before the next exam, come on! "I immediately hugged my father and began to cry. ...

In my eyes, my father is amiable and capable, and I love him.

8. Three heads are better than one Zhuge Liang. Everyone has a family, and the members of the family have different personalities. This is the case in my family. But, in particular, these three people in my family are like three heads. Can you believe it? Look!

At home, my father is the first, because, ah, he is the boss of my family. He is responsible for buying food, washing dishes, mopping the floor, sweeping the floor and so on, so naturally, he becomes a mobile phone. However, the thought of my father buying vegetables always makes my heart uneasy. You don't know that my father buys vegetables. It's the end of the world. Whenever dad buys food, oh, really, when dad buys food, the whole family can't eat delicious food! Simply put, when I am free, I will propose to the international grocery association (if there is such an association): oppose dad's grocery shopping imperialism!

Mom, a Chinese teacher, seems to be a noble person, but people can't judge a book by its cover. You don't know that my mother is a shameless person. I remember once, my mother read an online article in front of the computer. Then I broke into the house and came to my mother. When I was ready to watch it with her, the webpage couldn't be opened. "Oh, I can't see the composition." "I sighed and walked away." Wait! "Mother's voice came from behind," huh? "I turned my head in confusion and saw that my mother's face was full of anger. I know I will be criticized again. It must be because I came here to read the article, so the webpage can't be opened. " If you don't come, the webpage will definitely be opened. I'm telling you, why haven't you heard? You, now, go and open the webpage for me! "After a storm, I flew to open the webpage. Say, why is my mother so shameless?

As a student, I don't have many advantages, but the most serious one is Ma Daha. Every time I go to school, I'm sure I'll be home in three minutes. Do you know what happened? Haha, I forgot something. Besides, I think I should lose my memory. For example, I wanted to do my homework, but as soon as I opened my exercise book, I forgot to do it again. I have no choice but to watch TV. Just when I turned on the TV, haha, I remembered again. I turned off the TV again and went to do my homework.

Although there are three stooges in my family, we all have advantages: Dad, computer skills are very good. The year before last, my computer couldn't be turned on, which made us very worried. At this time, dad patted his chest and stood up and said, "I can do it." Then he picked up tools to repair them. I don't know how long it took. Dad and I finally fixed them.

My mother is good at Chinese, especially writing papers. Up to now, my mother has published nearly 20 articles. I am proud to have such a mother!

I'm not bragging. In fact, my English and Chinese scores are above 95. Is this not good? By the way, a number contest was held in the city the other day, and I took part in it. As soon as the result came out, haha, I won the first prize in the Chinese competition. I'm so happy. If it isn't my old lady selling melons and boasting!

How's it going? These three cobblers in my family are not bad! Is it like Zhuge Liang? In addition, Mr. Zhuge Liang can repair computers, write papers, do math problems and speak English?

9. My father's composition should have examples. My father is neither fat nor thin. Bright eyes; The nose is very straight and the sense of smell is very sensitive; Ears are big and thick. A talkative mouth likes spicy food best.

Dad watches TV and newspapers every day. The funniest thing is that he reads books and newspapers at home when he is bored. Everyone in the family laughed at him as a newspaper riddle. Dad has a hobby: he just likes to eat spicy and sour things. Without these foods, he would lose his appetite and eat very little. Dad likes playing computer games. He plays computer every day, except when I need to look up information in the study.

Dad's biggest weakness is smoking and drinking. According to his mother, he smokes at least one or two packs of cigarettes every day. Where to drink, you always go home as drunk as a fiddler. I don't know how many times the mother told him, but he just wouldn't listen. Hey! There's nothing I can do about him.

Although my father has so many shortcomings, in my eyes, my father is very concerned about my study and very strict with me. Every time I can't write my homework, he always teaches me patiently. If I still don't understand, he will draw a picture or speak more patiently until I understand.

Look, this is my father, a father who is very kind to me.

I have a good father. He is a tall man with short black hair. Sharp eyes appear bright; Thick eyebrows curved like the moon.

Dad is a person who loves sports. He likes many sports, such as volleyball, basketball, table tennis and badminton. Among them, my father likes cheering volleyball best. He can play for a long time at a time and always gestures when he comes home. Before, my father played basketball very well, too. Every time there is a ball game in the yard, he is indispensable.

Dad is also a very responsible person, especially for my study. I remember once, when I was doing a math test paper, my mother watched me do it while watching. My dad said, just watch. Don't talk so much, let him concentrate on his writing, and don't disturb him ... Another time, my father saw a news on TV: "Let primary school students run 2 kilometers every day, which is good for your health ..." No matter how busy I am at work, my father will accompany me to run whenever he is free. He devoted a lot of time and energy to me, and his purpose was to hope that I would develop morally, intellectually and physically in an all-round way.

This is a good father who loves me and cares about me.

10. Help me write a composition "My Dad", my dad.

My father is a person who scares me and likes me.

Once I accidentally finished my homework because I was in a hurry to watch TV. After dinner, dad began to check his homework. Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, he then check up. After a while, he found two mistakes in succession. Dad was angry and shouted at me, "Why do you always make mistakes?" How many times have I told you not to be careless, not to be careless! Why can't you change it? "Say that finish, he gave me a hard press on the head. I stole a look at him, only to see my father's two big eyes stare into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows seem to stand up, just like a big tiger, which is terrible!

Dad is very demanding of me. Seeing that I was always careless, he wrote me a request to do the problem. I think my father is too fierce, so I gave him two suggestions: one is not to be fierce at will, and the other is to be reasonable. I found some idioms describing my father from the dictionary and told them to my father: "eyeing", "flying into a rage", "flying into a rage" and "flying into a rage" ... My father couldn't help laughing.

Dad is fierce when he is angry, but he is usually easy-going. Once, when my father was happy, I said to him, "It's really unlucky to be a child. Can't be mean to adults. " Dad said, "Then I'll make you angry once." I think it's time for revenge. I first pressed my father's head, then pinched his neck, and finally gave him a good beating with all my strength. I didn't think it was enough, so I jumped on him and messed up his hair, and then I said to him, "You are unkempt this time." At this time, dad is like a big sheep. No matter how much I toss him, he won't get angry.

Dad still likes to play with me. At this time, he has many bad ideas. Once, my father let my face relax, then put his hands on both sides of my mouth and suddenly pinched my mouth and said, "Haha, it's really like Donald Duck!" " "When I was in a hurry, I choked my dad's mouth, and my dad kept his mouth shut. As soon as I saw no, I grabbed it under his arm. Dad smiled, and I took the opportunity to pinch his mouth, and then said, "You are like Donald Duck. You are a fierce Donald Duck. "

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