How to write a composition at the end of introducing your father?

1. Father's composition begins and ends, and his father writes about advantages.

I am glad to have a father who loves me and loves me. I am proud of myself.

My father has short black hair, a round face and bright eyes. Of course, there is a lovely nose, a red mouth and a lot of prickly beards. This is my lovely father.

My father prefers to wear black and white clothes, and he especially likes playing basketball. No one can stop him if he wants to play basketball. Every time he comes back from playing football, he is so tired that he sweats. I fell on the sofa as soon as I entered the door, kicking my feet and smelling of sweat. Dad still likes drinking. I grabbed the remote control! Every time he takes the remote control away when I'm not looking, then tunes to his favorite sports channel and hides the remote control when I'm not looking, I will say, you thief, and he will smile and say, "Whoever gets it will be his." Then continue to watch his football and repeatedly call "good". But I was angry and stared at him without talking. My father relented when he saw it, so he immediately returned the remote control to me. He also pretended to be angry and said, "Well, here you are. Don't be angry. " At this moment, I really want to laugh

My father is also very humorous. Once after dinner, my mother asked my father to wash the dishes. Father proudly said, "I am the head of the family!" How can I wash the dishes? " Mother said, "just because you are the head of the family, you have the responsibility to take care of us!" Let's go, "Dad said with a sigh. "I don't want to be a pawn. Who do you want to be a pawn? " But he couldn't resist the coquetry of my mother and me every time, and finally went to wash it.

Father is indeed the head of the family, but it is not easy to be the head of the family! He went out to work in order to give me a better life. He works hard from morning till night, and we only see him several times a year.

Dad, you are a great father. We will always support and love you!

2. How to write "I celebrated my father's birthday" at the end of the composition?

At this moment, I deeply feel that there is no regret in the love between family members, and I can feel happiness even when I give.

165438+1October 20th, a day I will never forget-my father's birthday.

I came back from school that day and passed by my grandfather's house. Grandpa suddenly stopped me: "Lingling, did your mother leave a note this morning?" "Well, it's off!" I answered inexplicably. "Have you boiled the red eggs?" "Boiled! Grandpa, what do you want to ask? " "Today is your father's 40th birthday!" Grandpa said.

I am stupefied. "Dad's birthday? Today is the birthday of my father who worked hard for me and my mother, or the birthday of my father who broke my heart because of my study? " At this point, my heart is sour, like there are thousands of bugs crawling, which is very uncomfortable.

Dad is a truck driver, who often travels far and seldom takes a rest. Last year, I hurt my waist because of overwork. I want to cry at the thought of my father lying in bed with backache. Dad is the sky of our family, the only strength we can support. He loves his mother and me, and always wants us to live a good life. But I want to say to my father, "Dad, we love you, too. Please have a rest! " "

But now, I love our father's birthday best, and I forgot. I really shouldn't. I hate myself, and I hate my short memory!

No, I have to do something for my father and the patron saint of this family.

Making cakes? No material. Ok, then make it simple! A few days ago, my mother bought me bread, and the candles on the birthday cake my father bought me on my thirteenth birthday were still there. Maybe bread and candles. There seems to be milk sauce at home. Thinking of this, I quickly took out the bread, solemnly inserted the candle on the bread, and carefully squeezed a sentence, "Happy birthday, Dad!" " "A few characters. Looking at your "masterpiece", a trace of warmth climbed into my heart.

When night fell, my father dragged his tired body home. I rushed to meet him and handed him a pot of hot water. "Dad, you wash first!" "Dad smiled and took the washbasin in my hand. I turned and walked into the room, took out the cake and said to my father with a smile, "Happy birthday!" " "At this point, I clearly saw my father's smile. Against the backdrop of candlelight, dad smiled brightly. Our family of three sat around the dining table, enjoying this sweet and warm time. Mother smiled at us with tears in her eyes. At this moment, I deeply feel that there is no regret in the love between family members, and I can feel happiness even when I give.

Dad's birthday ended in a warm atmosphere, but this ordinary day will always be engraved in my heart.

I have been in a hurry for decades to introduce the beginning of my father's composition. How can spring flowers and autumn moons be idle? In this fast-paced social life, people's ears are full of all kinds of voices, but maybe that voice will not be remembered-footsteps.

Many people praise maternal love, but ignore the most common fatherly love. In fact, fatherly love is also beautiful. -inscription

Some people say that fathers love mountains; Some people say that father's love is as strong as poplar; And I said that father's love is as blue as the sky, which makes me understand the truth of life.

No one can go on alone all the time, no matter how long they are independent, they will eventually need a shoulder to lean on. I picked up the moonlight everywhere, and suddenly, tears blurred my eyes.

The last class of frustration, accompanied by the teacher's voice and thunder in the air, went on in frustration. Looking out the window, the heavy rain is ruthlessly destroying the earth, and the students are whispering in their ears-they are afraid of heavy rain!

My father is like a palm, soothing my young heart; My father, like a friend who didn't grow up, followed me to eat lollipops; Father, like a stumbling block in my life, taught me how to face setbacks; Father, like a pointer, spurs me all the time; Father, like a book full of affection, makes my heart sweeter and sweeter; Father, more like a magician, is constantly changing in my mind!

4. Dad in my heart, how to write the beginning and the end? I remember when I was very young, my parents took me to see my grandmother. I was inexplicably excited, jumping and jumping on the train! When I was tired, I found so many people in the car! The first time I traveled by train, I opened my eyes and asked my father, "Why are there so many people on the train?" Dad also said to me "naively": "These people are all going to Shijiazhuang with us!" I blinked my eyes, pouted and shouted at my father inexplicably, "Are all these people going to grandma's house?" How big is grandma's house? "In a flash, all the people in the car were laughing their heads off, some were laughing while covering their stomachs, and some girls were covering their mouths. What is even more puzzling is that I was about to ask my parents, only to find that they also joined in the laughter. ...

I can't forget the joke about eating beans! My mother once told me that she gave me all kinds of beans. I've eaten all kinds of beans, big and small, flat and drum, long and short. One day, my parents were sitting on the sofa watching the news. I was panting after playing the car and sat on the sofa to rest. I flew into a rage in an instant, and my mother asked, "What's the matter?" I shouted, "You mean I ate all the beans?" "Yes!" "But what did you say on TV just now?" "At that time, everyone was shocked, but then, a burst of laughter, it was my turn to" pose "a puzzled expression. ...

Looking at the rosy clouds in the sky, my memory stays in the autumn in the rural world, in colorful dreams and on the speeding train.

Conclusion: This is my childhood. It is neither too gorgeous nor too luxurious. Only that purity and innocence, my childhood and my eternal dream!

5. How to write the warmth of fatherly love at the beginning and end of fatherly love composition?

Whenever the sun sets, the stars shine; I looked at the stars and the light of mercury flowing in the crescent moon. My father and I, riding the night breeze, walked leisurely on the winding road. The afterglow of the sun shone obliquely on my father, and a beautiful silhouette was immediately reflected on the ground.

In this quiet moment, I will slowly count the past. The days with my father. You know, it is difficult to walk with my father in the sunset. Those happy rosaries are cultivated in the fire of love and exude fragrance from time to time. "Dad, shall we go on the swing?" I make unreasonable demands, regardless of occasion, place or status. Father was about to speak, but he shut up again. He's obviously scared. Looking at his deep pool-like eyes, I seem to see a fish with a broken tail falling into a deep pool, and I can't find my way; Old moss is spreading. I opened my mouth to take back what I had just said, but I was still silent.

People are quiet, and the stars are shining in the windows far and near. "all right! Play with you once. " Father finally compromised. Although I am not used to it, he is willing to match his love for my "willfulness". I took my father's big old hand and walked to the swing, which was my childhood paradise with my father, but I never came after I grew up. When I was ready to sit on the swing, my father beat me to it. It turns out that dad loves to play more than I do. However, my father picked up the paper in his pocket and carefully wiped the dust. He sat down first to see if it was broken and tied a knot in a slightly loose place.

I sat on it carefully and my father gave me a gentle push. I think it's too low, so I want to be higher. My father just answered softly, which added a little strength to me. Before long, I began to cry for the feeling of flying again. Father stopped and said with extremely gentle expectation, "that's too dangerous." It is not good to fall. " As if nothing had happened, I confidently said "no" to my father. My father is still uneasy, and I see fear in his anxious eyes. Because I fell once, I fell on my feet.

In order not to hurt me, he tied me up with branches and ropes, like a seat belt. At the moment of swinging, I saw the last sunset, emitting red afterglow in the soft shade of the garden. In a twinkling, it was obviously dark around. But by my side, there is a warm sun, which is giving me a warm and moving breath like music.

Father always gives people sunshine-like warmth, even in the dark, there is a glimmer of light. Father's love is like the grandeur of "flying down thousands of feet" and the vicissitudes of "old Brawly's nocturnal journey". In the polishing of time and the changes of the world, it is always destined to be a long and dark emotion.

6. Write a composition with character characteristics (Dad) At the end, my dad is 1.8 meters tall, with a big waist and a round waist. When people saw him, they said to me, "Look at these two fat people. At first glance, the father and son are fat and round, just like each other! " Dad's eyes are like two bells, which make him look dignified. In fact, he is a very naughty old urchin!

I remember going to Wuxi Happy Water World City this summer vacation, when we were playing in the artificial wave pool. Suddenly, there was a loud noise in my ear: "Hello! Look over! " I followed the sound and saw my father jump twice in the water like a monkey, and then raised the water gun with a wry smile. ...

"Take it, wow, hahaha!" Dad laughed. Then, a transparent water column flashed through the air. Ah! I got shot! Just as I was about to wipe the water from my eyes, a huge wave swept me into the water and choked me a few times. Seeing my father laughing and jumping, I rushed up to prepare for a big fight with him. Dad is in no hurry. When I rushed to him, I flashed sideways and plunged into the water. He raised his eyebrows at me and said, "Come on, little guy!" " "

On another occasion, he saw several children playing cards on the ground. He ran upstairs to get one, put down the adult's shelf and "fucked" with them. It's his turn. Dad picked up the card, rubbed it in his hand, twisted it under the two cards and flew away. He straightened up at once and boasted, "Haha, my own whirlwind is amazing!" At some point, he also picked up his two "trophies"

My mother once mentioned to me what he did: "Your father played too much, touched the electricity, cut the battery, caught crabs, played nunchakus and made a big bag on his head." While enjoying himself, he said, "People should be meaningful and happy. "What's the point of being unhappy?" "

Although he is naughty, he is meticulous in my study and does not allow any mistakes. Even a little, he will let me make up as soon as possible. As long as I keep this question, he will be restless for a day, and I must be perfect. On one occasion, the Olympic math teacher told a question, and my answer was different from the teacher's. I wanted to wait for the teacher to comment before changing it, but my father caught me, which made me think for half an hour and wondered if I had done something wrong. When dad saw this, he called the teacher and asked me to find out. As a result, the picture in the teacher's textbook was printed wrong, and I was right. Haha, dad is quite good at it!

It's fun to have an old urchin at home; There are old urchins at home, and the jokes are constant. You must obey! !