Composition about my father (600 words)

I have a father, an ordinary father and a great father.

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I don't know who is singing softly: "only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures." If you throw it into your mother's arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "In life, people always praise your mother's delicacy and greatness, but few people mention your father and praise his broad mind and deep fatherly love.

My father is an ordinary primary school teacher. According to his students, he is usually funny and approachable, but he is strict with his students and he is afraid of getting angry. So the students are in awe of him, both loving and afraid.

A father can also be called a dutiful son. He often takes vacations on Sundays, buys some nourishment, visits his grandparents at home and helps them with their work. I remember last summer, my grandmother had to build three rooms. As the eldest of the four brothers and sisters, my father naturally set an example and made great contributions. That day, less than six o'clock in the morning, my father and I arrived at my grandmother's house. As soon as I got home, my father began to work with craftsmen. In the evening, my father and craftsmen drank and chatted. By the time they finish eating, it's already past nine o'clock in the evening, and I have to get up early for school tomorrow. So we rode home in a hurry.

That night, the moon appeared and disappeared in the dark sky. Listening to others say that the public security is not very good recently, I feel like carrying a rabbit in my heart. At this time, my mind became particularly active, and many horrible movie and TV scenes flooded into my mind. The maturing wheat is also blown by the evil wind, making a rustling sound. I thought, riding my bike as fast as I could, for fear of being left behind by my father. The back seat of my father's bicycle became my support. Looking at it, my heart is full of security. The evening breeze with a little coolness conveyed my father's words: "Ride well, follow me closely, tell me if you can't keep up, follow me, and be careful of the rocks ..." My father's kind words made me feel warm and my fear gradually dissipated.

I once studied Zhu Ziqing's prose "The Back", and I thought at that time: What's so touching about dad buying some oranges? That night, I felt how deeply my father loved me. My eyes are moist, everything is blurred, only the back of my father is becoming clearer and clearer. ...

My father is like a mountain, shouldering all the burdens and making my life easy and safe. My father is like an umbrella, covering all the storms and leaving me with sunshine and warmth. My father is like the sun, illuminating my heart and keeping me sunny forever.

Father's love is deep, just like a cup of strong tea, which is bitter at first, but has a faint fragrance when tasted carefully. A father's love is like a lake, and any discomfort of a daughter will ripple. Father's love will accompany me through loneliness, failure and success.

Oh, my father!

What's urgent about writing dad's composition? ! ! !

Fatherly love and maternal love: 576 words in the first day narrative. People often say: What is fatherly love? What is maternal love? When I came home last week, I asked my classmates again. They all said they didn't know.

Now I just want to know how much a father loves a mother. How happy is it? Going home again, I got off at the vegetable market and my father came out to pick me up. I said, mom? A: I sell vegetables in the car.

But when I look carefully, my father looks old again, because he makes money for me and my school.

I got on the bus, and my dad was holding my brother in the back. I was just about to help when my mother said, are you hungry? Let's eat. We don't need you here. We sold out in one minute, but we waited for several hours, from 3 pm to 8 pm, and finally sold out.

The next day, my mother was ill, very ill, with a high fever of 40 degrees. I am very self-correcting. Why didn't I help my mother? Why? If I help, my mother can rest, so that she won't get sick.

Well, I think this is maternal love.

Another day has passed, and it's time for school. My dad immediately drove to the market, took the receipt to the boss to get money, looked at the anxious expression of not getting money, and looked at the expression of my dad begging for money from door to door, which made me feel very sad.

Is this the so-called fatherly love? If this is the so-called fatherly love and maternal love, then I can answer: fatherly love is higher than the sky, and maternal love is deeper than the sea.

When can I repay my parents? But I know that no matter how I repay you, I can't repay my father's love and maternal love, because they are so great. Once I get them, that kind of happiness will be a lifetime happiness.

A short sentence, a loan to you, a request for help, a loving concern, let me further understand what is fatherly love and what is maternal love.

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I want to write a composition about fatherly love.

When I was growing up, I was always moved again and again. I remember that time ... when I was only in grade three. In the last class in the afternoon, it thundered and rained cats and dogs. In an instant, it was dark and the thunder kept roaring. At this time, a flash of lightning flashed gently in the air, and the lines spent by the brush seemed to light up half the sky. Unconsciously, it was screened like a sieve. Thunderstorm, and I, standing at the school gate, waiting to pick up my father. At the school gate, there is a wet figure, that is my father. It turned out that he forgot to bring his umbrella, so he was caught in the rain. He gasped and said, "Come on! Go! " He pulled down his coat and put it on me, on my head. He took me home ... in the heavy rain, this scene appeared again: a drop of rain hit my father's shirt and made a slight tick, which became a nocturne. Rain fell on his father's face again, making his glasses look like a small window full of raindrops. I saw one through the window. Also like the first bright sunshine in spring, it not only warms the earth, but also warms the grass ... The beloved sunshine shines and walks in the rain ... gradually, the rain stops and the shirt worn by my father is soaked. The sun appeared in the sky again, illuminating everything on the earth. After the rain, a beam of sunshine shone into the window ... My father's face smiled again. If a mother's love is a ray of spring and a child is a flower, then I will say.

My father's composition is Grade One (with inscription).

I have a good father. He is a happy man at home.

Dad 173 cm, medium build, a little fat.

He has a small head; His goose egg face has two thick black eyebrows; There are two small eyes under the eyebrows. When you laugh, your eyes will narrow into a crack, as if you were asleep. The nose in the middle of the eyes is not particularly big, and the bridge of the nose is a bit flat; The mouth is not particularly big, the lips are a little thick and a little nagging; There are two big ears beside the head; I have short hair on my head, so I can wash it with cold water in summer.

Father loves to wear suits, so he wears suits in spring, summer, autumn and winter, and only wears short sleeves and shorts in summer.

This is my father's appearance and clothes.

My father is sometimes very cheerful. For example, when I spend more time with him, he doesn't talk about me, but reminds me that it's time to play. Sometimes I don't do well in the exam. My father encourages me to continue to work hard next time and correct my mistakes while reading ... but sometimes he is nagging. For example, before the exam, he said, "We must carefully examine the questions, do the easy ones first, then the difficult ones, and use them flexibly ..." What did he say during the holiday? "Look at the seventh grade book, don't just play, hurry up, how about your homework?

Because I know everything he says.

I hope he can talk less in the future.

This is my dad's character.

My father likes reading books and watching TV. Perhaps reading has increased his wisdom, and watching TV is also interesting.

My father especially likes watching Happy Camp by Hunan Satellite TV, because it is very interesting.

He usually reads my books, as well as some ancient books and inspirational books. My father's books fill a shelf.

I admire him very much.

This is my dad's hobby.

This is my father.

How to write the inscription for grateful parents' composition?

I grew up grateful-grateful to my parents. There will be too much trouble walking on this road of life. Please don't be helpless.

Because the road is still there, the dream is still there, and they are still there, please enjoy the beautiful scenery on the road with gratitude! The inscription gratitude is just two words, but it is too heavy and contains too many emotions that can't be described in words.

From the moment we were born, we began to know the world. There are too many mothers, fathers, teachers and classmates.

Now, I am in the high school stage, and when I think back on those, I can't help feeling the true meaning of "kindness"! When we know the world, we first know our parents.

Our parents love us in every way.

"Wear more clothes in cold weather and remember to study hard at school ..." That sentence contains too many feelings.

In fact, let's think about it, parents have given us too much care in life! I will always remember that night, and now I can't help but feel sad when I recall it.

It was a Wednesday afternoon in the second day of junior high school. Several classmates invited me to the game room, and then we agreed to go directly to the "destination" after school.

We didn't come out of the game room until after eight in the evening.

Although there is a trace of fear in my heart, the students have already thought of an excuse, and at most they will go home and be scolded by their parents.

Arrived at the door, wandered around a few times, and then opened the door and went in. My mother ran to me the first second, and then kept asking me where I had been! Dad stood up from the sofa, and I saw some cigarette butts in the ashtray on the coffee table.

I casually replied, I didn't come back until I finished my homework at my classmate's house! Hearing this, my mother smiled anxiously. Later, I asked my father to take my schoolbag and go to the kitchen by himself. Soon, she brought out a bowl of egg noodles, and then smiled and said, Come on, eat quickly and study hard. Today must be a difficult day. Eat quickly! I can't help blushing when I hear this. Dad should be with mom, too. Then I finished this bowl of noodles with their praise.

At that time, my heart was always uncomfortable.

Gradually, I began to observe my parents. Father's seemingly stern appearance actually has a gentle heart. He works hard for his family.

My mother always works hard. Things at school and at home keep her busy ... I gradually study hard in these observations and make my parents happy again and again. They should be gratified.

I can never repay their kindness.

In front of their feelings, all seemingly beautiful words and all seemingly moving melodies are pale and silent.

"kindness is as deep as the sea, and it will never be clear.

"Think about it, parents worked hard for us all our lives for the sake of what? In order to "expect your child to succeed, expect your daughter to succeed", those are just rhetoric. Their greatest hope is that we can live a stable and happy life. What have we done to them? Understand, complain or what? Heard such a story, a long time ago, there was such a man: his family was poor, his mother died a long time ago, and only he and his father lived alone.

His father works hard outside for him to study every day, and he studies hard.

On a snowy night, father and son are doing their own things at home.

After finishing his homework, his son is ready for bed.

However, the bed is so cold that I can't sleep at all.

At this time, the son said to his father, "father, you should work hard first."

This bed is too cold. I'll warm your bed first, and then you'll be warm when you sleep.

"How simple and ordinary, but once shocked me.

My son is still so young, but he already knows how to take care of his father.

Such an act of gratitude really touched countless people.

Gratitude to parents is like a fish thanking the water it lives on; Thanksgiving parents, like a cloud, thank you for showing it the blue sky of the platform; Thanking parents is like thanking sheep for the grass they eat.

Grateful parents often feel ashamed.

They care about us in every way, but what they get is that we use excuses such as "busy work" and "tight study"

I remember what Zhu Jun, the host of CCTV, said when talking with Feng Gong's mother.

Mother Feng said, "Let me say, Gong Er, don't come back if you are busy.

But I think about him all the time! "'children travel thousands of miles to worry about their mothers, and their mothers travel thousands of miles! Can't all this explain our ignorance? As children, we can only get education under the cultivation of our parents.

If we really can't understand them, then where is the education we have received for more than ten years? "The tree wants to be quiet and the wind will not stop, and the child wants to keep it.

"Don't wait until your parents are old and have less and less time to live in the world, only to regret that you have not been filial. Don't wait for your wealth to increase day by day before lamenting that your parents don't have much time to enjoy it.

If we really know how to repay our parents at that time, then maybe we are really ignorant! Do a small thing, even if it is pouring a glass of water and carrying a bowl, parents will be very happy and gratified.

Don't be at odds with your parents. At the same time, in this season of chasing dreams in youth, please stop your steps and look back at the paved road of love. Don't let your indecision and stubbornness become something that hurts you. Perhaps only in their sweat can we appreciate your parents' love and your childlike innocence! Perhaps only in the memories of later years will we sigh the helplessness and desolation after this so-called beautiful youth! I thank my parents for having such a song in my heart, praising my mother: "someone will take your new schoolbag;" Your flowers in the rain put away your umbrella and someone will call you "; There is such a song that praises his father: "Father is a ladder in heaven, and father is a cow pulling a cart", but how can this affectionate parent's heart be expressed in a song? Ask ourselves, we should praise too much, from our birth to adulthood, which point is not the credit of our parents! Accompany us to finish our homework before the exam until the dead of night.

Our parents brought us tea, water and cooked food.

It's suddenly getting cold. Who is it? Send us clothes and gloves all the way? Who gave us meticulous care when we were sick? Comfort us when we are wronged? Who calls the school to be caring and attentive from time to time? Who would stuff delicious food into a child's backpack for fear that the child would be hungry? Go home every weekend. ...

A 600-word composition about my father.

The one in life is average in appearance, temper, figure and temperament.

However, his position in my heart is unusual.

He wears a pair of glasses with low degree, which makes him look a little gentle. He often wears a black suit, and his hair on his temples has turned gray because of hard work.

That's it. He propped up a rest harbor for me with one pair of hands.

Gave me a home.

He seems to have been integrated into my blood and become an indispensable part of my life.

I have seen him every day for the past twelve years.

When I was a child, he taught me English. I am older, and he tells me stories; Now, he still helps me solve one problem after another.

He is my father.

Sometimes he looks serious, and sometimes he has a temper like a child.

His hands are dexterous. He always made me some gadgets when he was a child.

I still remember the slingshot he made for me himself. At that time, I was so happy that I would go out to play with him every noon.

Like me, he smiled so happily that his eyes were full of joy.

I grew up with his concern.

But growing up also has its disadvantages.

I can't play with him as carefree as before, and he works harder. I know he wants me to have better living conditions and lay a certain economic foundation for me.

He often said: "study hard, even if you go abroad, it will be provided by your father in the future."

"There is no gorgeous statement, but in this short sentence, it is a father's true love for his children.

He cares about me not only in his studies, but also in his life.

I remember accidentally breaking my arm when I was a child.

He is more nervous than me.

I still remember him calling a taxi in a hurry. I have never seen him so worried that he is never impatient.

When I was in hospital, I was taken care of from the bed every day.

Back home, in order to make me recover better, he made me all kinds of soup every day.

This is my father's unique and unspoken love.

When I was hesitant and sad, he healed my wound and gave me the courage to overcome difficulties; When I won, he told you not to be proud, to achieve more success and to study harder.

Ah! He is like a cup of strong tea. When I am tired, I feel refreshed after only a few bites. Ah! He is like a mountain stream, waking up like a dream when I am impetuous; Ah! Like a crutch, he found a good center of gravity for me and built a hopeful vilen.

I always ask you for it, but I never say thank you. It's not easy to know when you grow up.

Thank you for everything. You support our family with your hands. You always try your best to give me the best.

Ah! Dear dad! Thank you for accompanying me all the way.

There is a composition about fatherly love, which begins with a metaphor and personification.

Father loves like a song. I am a bird, and my father's love is the sky. I fly under the care of my father.

I am a small fish, and my father's love is the ocean. I am immersed in the warmth of my father's love.

My father is an ordinary teacher, but in my eyes he is the greatest father in the world.

I remember one winter, I wore a cotton-padded jacket to school, and I was shivering with cold. I rubbed my hands and regretted not listening to my mother.

At this time, Wu Weiwei said: "Ma Fengqi, your father is here!" I walked out of the classroom and saw my father smiling and holding a cotton-padded jacket in his hand, saying, "Come on, put it on."

I put on a cotton-padded jacket, which is warm and warmer in my heart. Father said, "Be careful in the future."

I smiled and nodded hard.

When I got home, my mother heard that I wore less cotton-padded jacket at school and scolded me. Just about to hit me, my dad came over with a smile and said, "Children are not sensible, forget it."

"I looked at my father gratefully, and my father taught me with tolerance.

Another time, I made a mistake outside and lied to my mother. Mom's criticism made me blush, and I shed tears of regret.

When my father saw it, he quickly dried my tears, made sense to me, and said to my mother, "Beating and scolding children is not the best way of education, so be reasonable to them."

After all, I am still a child.

"Dad told me a lot of truth, let me admit my mistake.

I grew up day by day and learned to be grateful to my parents.

I will pass a cup of hot tea when my parents are tired; After dinner, mom and dad have a rest, and I'll wash the dishes.

I have a good father who taught me what love is.

I grew up in love, and there is a lamp of gratitude in my heart to illuminate my life!

Father wrote seven or eight hundred words.

If I have to use a metaphor to describe my connection with you, I can only say: Dad, you are like the blue sky you can see when you look up, and I am like the bird in the blue sky.

You gave me a warm embrace and let me fly.

More than ten years have generally slipped from my fingertips, and I have grown up quietly inadvertently.

And it has always been your generous arms that accompanied me to grow up.

Dad, my daughter has grown up.

My daughter has learned a lot in the past ten years.

But why can't my daughter learn what you look like? When I was a child, my mother was not at home. You raised me and taught me how to fly my dreams.

It was you who set sail for me when I was growing up.

I still remember when you told me that "the title of' good boy' always belongs to children with dreams", so my ego began to learn to think in life.

Later, I grew up slowly.

So is home. I entered junior high school, and I learned to be as rebellious as them. Originally obedient, I began to become less and less like myself, fighting, skipping classes, and learning to talk back to you again and again.

Fall step by step, sink day by day ... You brought me back to reality with your calloused hands.

You said, "Daughter, can you not forget everything your parents have done for you?" As a result, the rebellious self also began to learn to find the direction, learn to flap its wings and fly to the brightest place in the sky.

Now, my daughter has grown up.

But why are there more and more wrinkles on the face? Is it because you are too worried about your daughter? Sorry, my favorite dad.

Your daughter's ignorance for more than ten years has caused you a burden.

Flowers appreciate the moisture of dew after rain, the earth appreciates the fragrance after bathing in spring, and I, I appreciate your silent fatherly love.

Write a father's composition in 650 words.

Father wrote down the long road he loved most in his life and looked back quietly.

The strength brought by miracles makes my eyes dim, but my heart is still warm! -Ming Ming was born and came into this world with his mother's blood.

At this moment, a pair of powerful big hands lifted me up.

From then on, he knew.

Love me wholeheartedly with actions in this life.

This man is my father.

3 years old, I am the treasure in my father's hand.

I vaguely remember playing around my father's neck many times.

5 years old, adventurous, curious and fond of "challenges".

Eating noodles at home, my father was about to sit down with hot noodles. Young me, seizing the opportunity, took the bench.

In an instant, a large bowl of noodles was buckled on my father's forehead, and I had already disappeared without a trace.

Later, my father forgave me.

When I was 6 years old, when my mother was on the night shift, I always took a doll rolled up with a pillow towel as my mother and slept soundly.

And my father, take care of my dreams.

Seven years old, moved into the building.

On holidays, both parents go to work.

Life suddenly became cold and lonely.

So, dad bought bags of snacks to coax me.

Of course, Wahaha, who accompanied me since I was a child.

When I was eight years old, I first saw my father sitting on a newly bought motorcycle, waiting for me to finish school.

That's great. Listening to my father said, "Home is far away, so it is convenient to send you to school.

When I was 9 years old, my father sent me to an art class to cultivate my interest.

It is also the first time to watch the orange sandstorm covered with the sky with my father.

10 years old, accompanied by his father, riding a bicycle for the first time.

1 1 year-old, began to be headstrong and rude to his parents.

Therefore, I was educated by my father's love.

My father never treated me like a girl, but he still called me "daughter" affectionately.

"12 years old, when I was nervous in the sixth grade, my father waited for me for half an hour in the dark night, but I quarreled with my father because of my willfulness.

13 years old, in the first year of school, my father was temporarily transferred to other places for work reasons.

Thus separating the two places, at this time I realized that the days without my father are extremely lonely, lonely and cold.

Now, burning the midnight oil is the math that I have always regarded as "the devil".

Father was very distressed and did the same problem with me. The answer is the same. My father said for the first time, "My daughter is not stupid either! ..... One sunny afternoon in the future, I will sit in a rocking chair, open my memory, and enjoy everything that the person who loves me the most in my life has given me ... The entrance examination is approaching, and my classmates are desperately reviewing for the exam, which makes me in a high degree of tension.

But I dare not slack off, although I am exhausted; I really want to close my eyes for a while, but I dare not, although my eyes are bloodshot.

I can't hold it any longer, try to lift my eyelids and look out.

Within sight, only street lamps stood there alone, giving off a faint light.

The air was silent, and it must have been late at night-the confusion of my brain made me unable to tell the difference between innocent day and night, so I studied day and night.

Tired eyes, slow reaction. I decided to take a nap for five minutes.

But as soon as my head touched my arm on the table, I fell asleep.

I don't know how long it took, but in a trance, a pair of calloused big hands gently touched a few locks of hair that covered my eyes, and then gave me a push: "Son, how can you sleep here?" You'll catch a cold.

"Oh, it turns out that my father works at home every day.

"I didn't fall asleep ... I just felt itchy eyes ... I closed them a little.

"I still low head, in order not to let my father see my bloodshot face.

"You are too tired, go to bed early! How can your body stand this? " "Oh, I went to bed after I finished this topic.

Dad, you've been busy all day. Go to bed first! "Father reluctantly left, with gently closed the door.

But before long, my door was pushed open again. Father brought a steaming cup of tea: "Have some hot tea and go to bed!" " ""hmm! " I took the hot tea, looked at the figure of my father turning away and nodded deeply.

At this time, my ears suddenly echoed with the words my father often said: "Don't worry, son, my father works hard to earn money, and he will provide you with education anyway."

"Holding hot tea, feeling the temperature of hot air and the fragrance of green tea, chewing the words of father's concern and comfort, tears could not help but flow down.

The hot tea in the cup is faint and fragrant, but it feels particularly fragrant when it melts in the father's love.

How can I let my father down by drinking this kind of strong tea with father's love?

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