Dad's sixth grade composition

No matter in school or in society, writing is the strangest thing for everyone. Writing needs a complete text structure, and it is necessary to avoid an endless composition. I believe writing a composition is a headache for many people. The following is a sixth-grade composition from my father. Welcome to share.

Dad's sixth grade composition 1 At dusk, the sunset glow filled the sky. My father and I sat at the door, enjoying the sunset glow and chatting about everything.

My father is a very humorous person. He is less than 1.7 meters tall, but insists that he has 1.75 meters. I said he was too thin, and he said confidently, "haven't you ever heard of' a sparrow is small and has all its organs'?" I was drunk, too. What's wrong with that? It's all wrong Start the mode of "thinking about life": How can I have such a father?

Back to reality, I chatted with my father and was silent for a while. I broke the silence and said, "Dad, do you think this sunset is beautiful?" Wow, the sunset over there looks like a dragon! "I pointed to the dragon-shaped sunset." That's it, just so-so. "Well, is there a difference between" just like that "and" so-so "? Why do you say "so-so" Is it ugly? So I asked, "Isn't it good enough? What is there to see? " Dad replied, "It's really not good enough. As for what is good, of course I am the best! " "You! I can't laugh or cry. "Don't I look good?" Dad said, I have nothing to say, and we fell silent again.

I broke the silence again: "I suddenly want to eat cake." When will my birthday arrive? " "The cake tastes bad, it's not a question of not having a birthday." Dad said. I feel confused. Is there no cake shop? Why is it so difficult? So I asked, "Why is it so difficult?" "Because you have to learn to fly." "Eat cake and learn to fly? What is the situation? " Dad seemed to read my mind and said, "If you put an egg high, it is a cake, so if you want to eat cake, you must learn to fly, or you can fly." Are incomprehensible. " "You ..." I can't stand it. I jumped up from my chair to teach my father a lesson, but he had already run away.

Dad was the first person who made me "give in", and I was willing to lose. At this time, I want to say to my father: "awesome, my god dad!" "

Time flies, time flies, I have grown up gradually, and my father is getting older, but I can only watch my father's hair getting whiter and whiter and more wrinkles ... Dear dad, why did you leave again? I watched your shadow step by step and left quietly. I am spinning blankly, but I can't keep up with your steps. My dear father, I hope you can drink less. Too much will do harm to your health. I hope you can come to see me often. I don't want to wander around alone in confusion. My dear father, I didn't realize that you will grow old until now. Dad, please don't leave me, please don't leave me. If one day, you have made extraordinary achievements, please don't forget that I am still blessing you! I hope we can sit together and chat. How nice it would be!

Dad, I have never shown that I miss you in front of you, but who knows, I am so looking forward to your company, even for an hour. Only articles accompany me, but that is far less than your love for me! My dear father, you always tell me to eat more fish. You always like to eat fish bones. At this point, I finally understand that you want me to eat more fish, but you can only eat fish bones. I tried fish bones once, but tears came out in an instant. It turns out that fish bones have no taste at all. I wonder what's the use of eating fishbone. Why don't you eat more fish yourself? I really hope that my father has a guardian angel around him and tell him to stop drinking and having headaches. I prayed to the Bodhisattva. I hope you can be healthy and stay with me. Don't leave me, dad. Please don't forget me!

My father is very tall. He has bright eyes, a pointed nose and a big mouth.

Dad is a generous man. Once, he put his beloved pen on the table. Because someone called him, dad was in a hurry to leave, so he didn't take the pen with him. As soon as I saw it, I scribbled on the paper with my father's pen. Painting and painting, I don't know what's going on. I can't believe I dropped the little pearl on my father's pen. I think I will be miserable this time. If my father comes back, he will scold me severely, and if he comes back, he will give me a good beating. How? How? There is nothing I can do, and there is no way out, so I have to leave my fate to my father. However, the result was beyond my expectation. After my father came back, he not only didn't scold me, but patiently educated me: "Son, you can't touch the things of adults. If you want to touch them, you must get the consent of adults. " Never break other people's things! "

Dad is also a helpful person. On one occasion, he did housework at home. Suddenly, he heard thunder rumbling. He went to the balcony to collect my clothes hanging on the balcony, but he saw clothes hanging outside the neighbor's house opposite, and there was no one there. They all went to work. Without saying anything, he immediately ran across the street to help them put their clothes in the house first. Then, he went back to his home to collect clothes. At this time, the heavy rain has fallen. My clothes are wet. Then his mother criticized him. On the contrary, he criticized his mother for being selfish.

Then the rain stopped and the neighbors came back. Dad gave them clothes. They said, "Thank you so much!" Dad said: "nothing, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor!" You're welcome. "

What do you think of my father? He is really a generous person.

There is a lamp at the door of my room. Whenever night falls, the light is always on after I go to bed. I'm afraid of the dark, dad knows. Whenever I wake up in the middle of the night, the light always shines evenly on my whole bed. The light is very weak, but in the dark, it brings me great light and security. Bathed in the sunshine, I thought of my father. Because of the fear of the dark, the position of the lamp is located there. Every time, my father used to pass by the door of my room after work in the middle of the night, press the button, the light went on with a bang, and my father left with fatigue and satisfaction. That feeling made me feel extremely proud and honored, which reminded me of another honor-one day at noon, I insisted on washing my hair without any opinions. I can't help it, but my parents agree. I don't know why time flies so fast, so I wiped my head in a hurry. At this time, my parents shouted a word-blow dry my head before leaving.

I looked at the round clock hanging on the wall alone and bit my teeth. Ok, five minutes is enough. I rushed into the room, picked up the hair dryer and kept shaking it. Time is almost up, suddenly the door opened and my father came in. Seeing that I was so clumsy, he came to touch my still wet hair and grabbed the hair dryer to get it up for me. From the mirror, I can see that the tall father behind me is so dedicated and serious, just as he treats his work. But I really don't have time. I'm already late. I broke free and left my father alone in my room and went back to school. I told my classmates about it, and they gave me envious eyes. You are so happy! I smiled. When I got home, my mother told me that this was my first time to blow my head, and I was the first person.

Suddenly, the word happiness appeared in my mind again. I was silent and savored the word carefully. The light is still on, which gives me a bright and stable heart. And dad is like this lamp, he gave me life, also gave me happiness, and that unique love!

Since ancient times, people have often praised great mothers, but I love my father more. Motherly love is like sunshine, warm and meticulous, while paternal love is like an endless ocean, which seems to be all-encompassing.

My father wears a pair of big glasses and has bright eyes. His mouth is a little big. He wolfs down a bowl of rice as soon as he eats, and a bowl of rice can be eaten quickly. Dad has big ears. It is said that people with big ears are blessed, so dad is really blessed, haha! My father has a lot of white hair on his head, which makes me very unhappy. If only my father's hair could turn black. Dad is very tall and likes playing badminton with his colleagues, which makes his body as strong as mine.

Dad works very hard. He comes back late every night and seldom has dinner at home. I have been to my father's company before, and it hurts to see a mountain of documents. I thought to myself: dad will be so busy with so many things, alas ~ dad is really hard! However, when my father is resting, he always takes time to play with me, such as Rubik's cube, magic, chess and other intellectual games. Every time we have fun.

Dad loves me very much, and I love him very much. Every time I see a few white hairs on my father's head, I can't help sighing; When dad hasn't come back at night, I always open the curtains with anticipation, hoping to see his car, but I'm always disappointed; Every time I see him dragging his tired body into the house, I feel distressed. I hope he can have a good rest. My heart kept shouting to my father: "Dad, don't work too hard, okay?" This is not good, I will be very worried! "

This is my father. Now, I just want to say, "Dad, I love you!" " "

My father can not only help with homework, but also cook!

My father is very concerned about my math. Once, my father bought me a set of papers. I was very upset when I was doing the math paper. There is a fill-in-the-blank problem that I can't remember clearly. I asked my father; How to do this problem? Dad said, "This question is one of the problems of judgment. You should judge whether this question is correct first. If it is right, fill it in, and I will tell you if it is not. " After listening to my father's words, I judged that the question was correct, so I filled out the answer to the fill-in-the-blank question. There is also a question like this in the exam. I looked at the truth of the question first, and my judgment was right. So I filled in the answer. After two days, the math scores came out and the teacher handed out the papers. I'm as happy as a fairy, and I got that question right. When I got home, I said to my father, I said to my father, "Dad, I did a problem correctly according to the method you taught me." Dad said, "Yes, yes, I can use it flexibly."

Besides, my father cooked delicious food. One Sunday, my mother went to work, and I still didn't wake up from my sleep, my father said. "Today, I cook," I said to myself. It's definitely not delicious Dad woke me up. I brushed my teeth and washed my face, and my father's meal was ready. I took a bite. Wow, it's delicious. At dinner, I asked my father how you did it. Tell me, let me do it. I will never praise my father, praise this and that. At noon, my mother came back to ask me; "Is the meal your father cooked for you delicious?" I said, "It's better than your cooking." My mother doesn't believe me. Dad said, "I'll help you heat up the meal in the morning." Mom never praised dad after tasting it, praised that ... dad, you are a woman among men. I admire you so much.

Dad is busy with his work. Before I wake up in the morning, he will take the troops out to exercise and do morning exercises. During the day, he will have a meeting, handle affairs and check the work of the troops. At night, he will go to the grass-roots company for night inspection. There is always endless work to be done all day.

Dad usually spends little time with me and can't take care of my study and life, but he will call me as soon as he is free and care about my study and health. He always encourages me to study hard and practice writing more.

Dad loves me very much, but sometimes he always forces me to obey his orders like his soldiers. Once, I was tired of practicing calligraphy at the calligraphy teacher's house, so I wanted to play computer for a while. Unexpectedly, as soon as I turned on the computer, my father brought several comrades to watch me write. As soon as he came in, he saw me sitting in front of the computer and became angry. He said to me angrily, "Why are you playing computer instead of writing?" I reacted to what I said to him and said to him unhappily, "I just turned on the computer." Besides, I'm tired of writing. I want to have a rest and play computer games. " Dad became more and more angry when he heard this. He said angrily, "Nothing means nothing. You can't object to my opinion. I am dad! " "I refused to argue, feeling very reasonable:" Don't rest after hard work? "This is, dad was about to get angry, calligraphy teacher came to advise us not to make so much noise. I cried in grievance. Later, I followed my father back to the army. On the way, I cried and asked my father, "Why don't you let me rest and play computer?" At this time, my father's anger subsided. He patiently explained to me from a medical point of view: "Computers have a great radiation on people's bodies. People who often play computers will have chest pain, and their eyes will be affected by staring at the screen for a long time, which will cause myopia in the future. "At that time, I realized my father's good intentions.

My father is thirty-nine years old. He is not tall, burly, thin and a little fat. There are big bright eyes under a pair of heavy eyebrows. Because my father has been working in the field for a long time, that face has always been black. Dad loves smoking, and his teeth are smoked as black as dirt. He hates shaving. His stubble beard is like a big hedgehog.

Every time my father comes back from other places, the first thing he does when he comes in is to pick me up and kiss me. In order to increase my knowledge and improve my writing, my father will take me to the park to play. Sometimes my father is nothing like my father. He's just my playmate. He will play hide-and-seek and catch chickens with me. When I am tired of playing, my father will stride over, pick me up with both hands, kiss me, and prick me with a hard beard, which itches to death. That's why I will snuggle in my father's arms meekly and coquetry.

Although my father loves me very much at ordinary times, he is still very strict with me in my studies. I remember once my father told me to check my homework carefully, but I didn't. My father made a mistake. With a straight face and staring eyes, he said angrily to me, "Why are you so careless again?" Didn't you say you checked it carefully? "Dad threw the homework:" Check it again. "

When my father is at home, he makes me feel very close, and his words are very convincing. Whenever I make my mother angry, my father always acts as a mediator. My father will hold my hand and say to me kindly and seriously, "How can you make my mother angry? Apologize to my mother quickly. It doesn't matter if I make a mistake. It is my mother's good daughter to change when I know my mistake. " As he spoke, he secretly motioned to me, as if his mother were winking. Strange to say, I heard what my father said clearly, and my mother's anger slowly subsided.

Dad has gone to work in other places again, but he calls me every day, and I can still feel his concern and love for me. I love my father!

Maybe some people will feel very ordinary when they see this topic, but I want to say that my father is supporting and protecting this family.

My father is an ordinary man, so ordinary that he can't be found in the vast sea of people. My father didn't drive a BMW, didn't live in a villa, and was not rich, but it was such an ordinary person who built me a warm and comfortable home and let me live a carefree life.

My father is severe in my eyes, and his expression is almost serious. Frankly speaking, I don't like my father very much, because he is not as gentle and kind as his mother, which makes me nervous when I approach my father. Also, my father's words always feel like reprimanding others, so I always tell my mother when I have something on my mind, and seldom tell my father. I want to know why. Suddenly I feel farther and farther away from my father. Occasionally my father comes home from work and holds me in his arms. At that moment, I felt a sense of warmth and security that I had never felt before, so the distance between my father and me was narrowed by a belated hug.

My father is always busy with his family and company. Sometimes, I can't see my father for days. I fell asleep when my father came back at night, and I went to school before my father got up in the morning. Once, my father said to me, "Daughter, do you know that my father's greatest happiness is to hear you call me Dad when he comes home from work, so that my day's fatigue will be gone." Therefore, from now on, I will greet my father kindly when he comes home from work, because this is the only happiness and joy I can give my father now.

I also have envious moments when I see someone else's father driving a car and living in a villa, but I feel proud and proud when I think that my father bought it for me with a car and a villa! Because I have a father who loves me. My father is one of the most precious treasures in my life.

My father is like a mountain that stands forever, shining my future forever like sunshine, and sheltering me from the wind and rain forever like a tree. Father, I hope to be your daughter in my next life, and my daughter will always love you!

Dad's sixth grade composition 10 A pair of square glasses, frowning all the time and a serious expression, this is my father.

As far as I can remember, my father never seems to laugh. Every day after work, he always keeps a straight face. I will go back to work as soon as I get home. He is very demanding of me.

Once I went out to play, I found a coin in my pocket and held it in my hand to play. Dad found out and glared at me angrily: "I didn't know the coin was dirty?" How many bacteria are there? How can you play with coins? "After the bombing, I was too scared to go out. Similar situations have occurred many times, and sometimes even a small mistake of mine will be infinitely magnified by him, and he will be punished and confined to reflect. With the growth of age, my courage is getting smaller and smaller unconsciously.

Gradually, dad seems to have discovered this phenomenon. Once, my father took me downstairs for a walk. Seeing friends playing in the sand pool, I want to play with them. But I was just about to step into the sand, but I couldn't help shrinking my feet back. My father saw it and asked me, "What's the matter? Why not play with children? " "Dad, the sand is too dirty." My father listened thoughtfully and asked me, "Why do you think the sand is dirty?" I said cautiously, "Didn't you say that you can't touch anything in public places outside? There are many bacteria on it, and you yell at me every time I touch them. " After listening to my words, my father was silent for a while and said, "It's okay, baby." Hearing this sentence, I stared at my father in confusion. "No ... impossible?" I thought to myself.

Unexpectedly, this subtle change happens every day! Dad changed the devil's character through this incident and became an angel father in my heart!

Dad always has a big smile on his face now. No matter how busy, stay with me as soon as you get off work. Don't yell at me, but be patient and tolerant.

I love my father, and I love this cheerful and smiling father!

Dad's sixth grade composition 1 1 I love my father, and my father loves me. Dad's love is like the sea. He is made up of different rivers, kind and strict. That kind of kindness is like a hot spring near a volcano, which makes me comfortable and confident. That severity is like cold water next to an iceberg, which keeps me awake and keeps me from getting lost.

I clearly remember that last winter, I had a high fever for two consecutive days and nights and kept vomiting. I feel sick all over. When my father saw me like this, he hugged me tightly and gave me a massage for a while. Then he gave me medicine, took my temperature and wiped my sweat. I fell asleep unconsciously in my father's arms. I don't know how long it took, but it was midnight when I woke up, and my father still held me. I looked at my father carefully. His big eyes were bloodshot and he seemed to have lost a circle. At this moment, my sad tears kept falling like broken beads. Dad saw it and asked with concern, "What's the matter, is it uncomfortable?" I shook my head desperately and said, "Dad, why haven't you slept?" Dad smiled and said, "I'm not sleepy." Go to sleep. Your fever has started. " That night, my father kept holding me, afraid to move, for fear of waking me up. Later, I got better, but my father's hands and back ached for several days.

My face lost face's father always takes care of me in life. When I am hungry, he can always bring me delicious meals; It's cold, and he always reminds me to put on more clothes. Late at night, he can always tuck me in; Although my father takes good care of me in life, he is very strict in his studies. Just last Sunday, I was doing my homework at home alone and met a problem. But I was afraid of using my brain, so I used my crooked brain to secretly turn to the answer at the back and copy it to my satisfaction.

Dad's sixth grade composition 12 often asks the teacher to take it to the office to talk. It is not easy to get a place in this project. I know all this is from my father. Your son is not in the mood to practice seriously, but he loves me very much. Don't let him practice taekwondo.

I am ugly. Without my father, I wouldn't be here today. This is nothing difficult in the world. I thought to myself: my surname is Zheng, but my master is like a cloud.

Medium build, flat nose, but, suddenly, my father is a businessman.

As long as I am good to you, I heard their conversation at that time, and there is no culture. Dad will always support you! Suddenly, I remembered one night.

I practice very hard, and I want to say to you: You are a great father! Thank you! You gave me true fatherly love and a pair of thick eyebrows.

It makes me not study hard.

Tears came down.

I feel that a warm current has spread to every cell in my body. Father's words like a tonic, round the eyes. He said, son, it makes me more confident to play this game well. It really pays off. The game is over. Without my father's support, I wouldn't be where I am today. I will be your son.

Dad didn't do what he wanted to do. Dad and his friends are talking about business. Although dad is an ordinary man, I'm afraid he has a will.

Don't think that only your son can win the prize. I vaguely heard someone say to my father in the room: Taekwondo is a good sport. Since then, I won the runner-up in the annual Taekwondo Competition of Hong Kong Police on August 28th, 20xx. You made me successful! In the next life, I will show it to you this year, because my efforts have paid off.

I am doing my homework in my room.

Whatever you do.

Very supportive.

Dad, dad said something to me before I boarded the train to the stadium, but I don't regret it.

My father is a dog, and he is 37 years old. His skin is neither black nor white, and his eyes are big. He has a crew cut all the year round and looks relaxed. No wonder many people say that my father is handsome.

My father is an excellent teacher and an excellent primary school principal. He is usually very busy at work and often goes out to socialize, so he comes home late every day. But I know dad has to do this. In fact, he also wants to spend more time with us, but his work needs it. Although he comes back late every day, he always gets up early and runs to school the next morning. I'm worried about his lack of sleep and bad spirits, but I'm just a daughter, and my father may not listen to me.

Although my father is very busy at work, he still cares about my study. I remember that every time I call my father, his first sentence will definitely ask me, "Have you finished your homework?" "Pay attention to reading more extracurricular books." And I always answer like this: "I have finished reading, I have finished reading extracurricular books." In fact, sometimes I don't watch much, but when the teacher arranges, I will barely watch for a while. Dad seems to see through my mind, and often teaches me this way: "Don't read extra-curricular books in order to complete the task, it is invalid." Look, my father is so clever.

I remember one time, my mother went to Shenzhen on business, and only my father and I were left at home. Because my father is usually busy at work, my mother usually helps me with my homework, but that day my father put aside all his work and patiently helped me with my study for two hours. I was a little unaccustomed at that time, and I was also very moved.

I am proud of having such a father who loves me and loves me. Dad, I love you!

Dad's sixth grade composition 14 Dad is very busy at work and seldom has time to accompany me. Sometimes you may have to work overtime on Saturday and Sunday, and you will have less time at home. It's been a long time since you took me to the zoo or playground. Now, it seems to be a luxury to meet, eat, chat and talk. I'm a little unhappy sitting on the bed, looking at the calendar, this month is always ***30 days, but my father has been busy with business and entertainment in the company for more than 20 days. I almost forgot, when was the last time I talked to my father? It seems a long time, so long that I almost forgot …

Because of this, I often complain about my father, who only cares about work and never thinks of me. However, now he has less and less time to come back, and I even have less and less opportunities to complain with him. Dad is like my most familiar stranger now. I know his personality, his temper and his affairs, but I can't communicate with him. It seems that the last sentence became a luxury ... I took out my notes and recorded everything about me and my parents. My tears stained my diary. I carefully wiped my notebook, took out my pen and wrote a diary, reading one by one. Dad didn't come back today. It's really sad He hasn't been with me for a long time I really miss him, but he never pays much attention to me. In my present life, it seems that only my mother and I live alone. I don't like this feeling. I miss the feeling that my father looked at me affectionately and held me in his arms. However, now this is a dream doomed to failure. ...

Dad's Sixth Grade Composition 15 You have pulled me back from the cliff many times in my long life. You, on the scroll of my life, have drawn another landscape. You added another song to my life song.

Walking on the "Champion Bridge" hundreds of meters high, the roaring river at the foot scares me. The swaying bridge hung my heart in mid-air, as if it were about to fall, and the pottery water under my feet was like a crocodile with its big mouth open, waiting for us to automatically deliver these delicious foods to the door. My face looks so pale in the hot sun, and my hands holding the handrail are sweaty. I flinched. I almost cried and begged you to take me back, but you turned me down sharply and said, "Just don't look down, just move on." Actually, it's not scary at all. Try it if you don't believe me. Besides, you have a father behind you. Don't worry! "With your encouragement, the cowardly screen was broken by a powerful hammer, and you took a step forward quickly. Finally came to the end, a sense of accomplishment arises spontaneously.

It is you who taught me to be strong and gave me the confidence to overcome cowardice.

When I quarrel with my classmates, I am like an active volcano about to erupt. You gave me an ideological education specifically for this matter, which gradually improved my feelings with my classmates and made me friends again.

You taught me to be empathetic. I have so many close friends now.

In the hot summer, I never stepped out of the air-conditioned room. In order not to let me form bad habits, you accompany me to run every night. In less than three days, I can't hold on. You said, "Persistence is victory. Bitter before sweet, you can taste the sweetness of the world. " After a summer's training, my running performance has improved obviously.

You taught me to persist. Never give up everything.

You are a bright light in my life; You are an indispensable part of my life; You are an important note in my life song. Because of you, my life becomes valuable.