Writing a composition, the father of the countryside

1. My father's composition rural 300 words My father has a pair of big eyes and a big mouth. He laughs like a boat.

He has two faces, sometimes gentle and sometimes irritable. Although my father likes me, he is very strict with me.

He taught me to be serious in everything. Once, I was doing my homework. After I finished, I walked out of the room and came to my father who was playing computer. I called "Dad" softly.

He was ecstatic and ignored me. I shook my hand in front of him. Now he is angry and shouts, "What are you doing? Go and do your homework! " I said, "I have finished my homework."

Hearing this, his face changed greatly and he said happily, "Come on, dad will take you to play!" " "After the game, my father checked my homework. A check, dad's face changed again.

Usually my mother asks me: I can only make five mistakes in my homework at most. But I made 10 mistakes this time.

Dad severely criticized me: "I didn't do my homework seriously." How can I make so many mistakes? " Go and correct it! "Sometimes, if I don't study hard and make my father angry, he will lose his temper and beat me up ... this is my father.

My father has a pair of big eyes and a big mouth. He laughs like a boat. He has two faces, sometimes gentle and sometimes irritable.

Although my father likes me, he is very strict with me. He taught me to be serious in everything.

Once, I was doing my homework. After I finished, I walked out of the room and came to my father who was playing computer. I called "Dad" softly. He was ecstatic and ignored me. I shook my hand in front of him. Now he is angry and shouts, "What are you doing? Go and do your homework! " I said, "I have finished my homework." Hearing this, his face changed greatly and he said happily, "Come on, dad will take you to play!" " "

After playing, my father checked my homework. A check, dad's face changed again. Usually my mother asks me: I can only make five mistakes in my homework at most. But I made 10 mistakes this time. Dad severely criticized me: "I didn't do my homework seriously." How can I make so many mistakes? " Go and correct it! "Sometimes, if I don't study hard and make my father angry, he will lose his temper and beat me up. ...

This is my father.

3. The composition written by parents about rural families, with 300 words, has beautiful scenery in rural areas all year round. Although the economic conditions are not comparable to those of cities, the scenery is absolutely comparable. What? What? You don't believe me! Then I'll fill your eyes right away!

Spring is here, and golden rape blossoms are everywhere. If you smell them carefully, there will be a clear fragrance coming to your nostrils. If you wander among the flowers for a while, you will be covered with Huang Cancan pollen, with a little fragrance in yellow. After several spring rains, if you walk in the bamboo forest, you will see fresh bamboo shoots sticking out of the soil in droves. Farmers' uncles are not idle, sowing seeds in the fields, and they are very busy!

The hot sun drove away the cool spring and replaced it with summer. The bamboo in the bamboo forest has grown much taller and greener, blocking the hot sun. The farmer's uncle began to transplant rice seedlings. Although they are sweating, they are still very happy. The ripe fruit hangs heavily on the branches, like a fat doll!

Autumn is coming, the autumn wind is cool, the cool wind is blowing gently, and people reap, "rumble!" " "The harvester cut the rice into particles, and in a short time, several bags of rice were born. The fruit turns from green to red and hangs on the branches, as if expecting fruit farmers to pick it.

Winter came, the north wind roared, and the earth was white. Trees and houses are white with a little brown. All the other plants are dead, and only Meihua stands tenaciously. People began to plant rape again, regardless of the hard work to put them in the soil.

Haha, have you finally had your eyes full this time?

4. The rural labor force is mainly the father. Rural people have unique and charming scenery. Today, let me take you to the countryside to enjoy it.

In rural areas, you can often see many old houses, mud walls, wooden beams and black tiles. If you pay attention, you can also see some calligraphers' handwriting written on the top of the gate! I feel back to the times thousands of years ago.

There is a path next to the house, and you can often see many tourists coming for sightseeing. When you walk on the path, you can hear the gurgling sound of running water, because the stream is beside the path.

The stream is clear and the stones in the water are clearly visible. The stream is rushing, so cheerful! If you are lucky, you may even see women smashing clothes, which is not seen in the city.

Since it is in the countryside, it naturally has unique farmland scenery. Go, there is one in front of the village. Golden wheat is everywhere. A breeze blew and the straw danced gently. How light! In the field, a few poles stand sparsely, guarding this farmland like sentries.

In the distance, there are rolling mountains with clouds and red trees. Golden wheat fields, several tall and conspicuous telephone poles and distant green hills constitute a beautiful and unique pastoral scenery.

Behind the village, there is a mountain. At the foot of the mountain, there is a green meadow full of white flowers. From time to time, a small stream tinkled and flowed into the village happily.

The source of the stream is a bamboo forest with green stems and leaves, casting a shade. People in the countryside, people outside the village, are so simple, so natural and so harmonious.

My grandmother's family lives in the country, which can be called a real country family. One sunny morning, my father and I went to grandma's house to play.

As soon as I entered the yard, I was fascinated by grandma's yard. After only a few months, the whole house has changed. Those dead branches and rotten leaves have all produced very beautiful flowers. They seem to be looking at me and laughing! In the past, the dead loess seemed to be unable to grow vegetables, but after being trimmed by the skillful craftsman's grandmother, the land became fertile and darker.

Dig down with a hoe, and you can dig out earthworms. There are azaleas, Chinese rose, roses and so on. Looking from a distance, it is simply an ocean of flowers, colorful, as long as endless cotton satin, as dazzling as the glow on the horizon, as gorgeous as the rainbow in the sky.

Dear dad, I am your favorite son.

My sister and I are the only ones at home. Because I am young, you have given me more care. I remember you telling me that the doctor sent me to your arms in the ward the moment I was born.

From then on, I grew up happily in the warm arms of you and your mother. From the first day I went to kindergarten, you and your mother sent me to kindergarten together.

Then, you and your mother take turns to pick me up and see me off. When I was sick, you and your mother took me to the hospital together, accompanied me for intravenous drip and watched me fall asleep together.

When I started primary school, you found the best school for me after running. From the first grade to now, every book I bring back every semester, you have to wrap it neatly with the calendar paper that I have already prepared.

In recent years, all my homework, as long as you are at home, you should carefully check it for me, even if you come back late. Every time I check my homework, I am very careful. You should recalculate all your math homework carefully. You should read the text carefully for all Chinese homework.

You should mark everything I did wrong with a pencil and let me check and correct it myself. I really won't. You have to explain to me patiently until I understand.

You are most concerned about my composition. From the third grade, you must read every composition of mine in person, and give me suggestions for revision after reading it.

Sometimes after a business trip for more than ten days, the first sentence after returning is: "Show me your recent composition." In order to cultivate my interest in writing and accumulate information for me, you use evenings and Sundays to print out more than 260 compositions I have written since the third grade and input them into the computer, and print and bind a thick collection of compositions for me-Xiao Bin's Essays.

In order to understand my life and write a good composition, you often take me to parks, rural areas and visit many places of interest with my mother. You show me around, explain to me, and teach me how to observe and describe.

Every time I come back from a visit, I will write down a lot of composition materials in my notebook. Under your care and guidance, my composition level is improving day by day. My composition is almost twice that of other students.

Dear dad, you have done too much for your son. Your good intentions will certainly become the driving force and enthusiasm for your son's progress.

Dad, your efforts will not be in vain. Your son will repay you with that impressive achievement.

This is my best reward for my father, you.

6. Composition: My farmer's father is a farmer, an honest farmer who can only repair soil.

Since primary school, because my father is a farmer, I began to feel inferior, anxious and helpless. In my memory, I filled out the form that accompanied me all my life. For the first time, when I was faced with a piece of white paper with large and small squares painted on it, I felt excited and fresh when I listened to the teacher seriously teaching us how to express our life experiences, but when I filled in the column of father and occupation, a sense of inferiority and anxiety suddenly attacked me.

My father is a farmer, and his occupation is of course farming. That kind of helplessness attacks and beats my young heart. After a painful and fierce ideological struggle, I filled out the form truthfully.

After handing in my watch, I returned to my seat, thinking that I couldn't follow his old path. I will study hard and find a good job when I grow up, instead of being a "hillbilly". Farmer, a resounding name, what happened to the farmer? Aren't all the steamed buns we eat harvested by hardworking farmers? Isn't every grain in the national granary the result of farmers' efforts? Sometimes, some people think that farmers are not good, food and clothing are not good, and they have no fame and status. What's good about them? I sometimes think of my father like this.

However, after thinking about what we ate, I decided to step on prejudice and inferiority. I am proud, my father is a farmer, and I am a farmer's son! Writer Zhou Tao said: "Like many fathers, my father is a complete failure on the stage of real life, but this does not prevent me from admitting that he is irreplaceable by anyone.

Growing up, I never envied anyone more famous than my father. "I will always remember this sentence. Later or later, I will confidently fill in the column of' father's occupation' on my resume: My father is a farmer.

I hope I helped you. Please give me a favorable comment. O (∩ _ ∩) O。

7. A 500-word composition describing his father

Every time I see my father's silver hair; Whenever I see my father's hunchback, tears unconsciously fill my eyes. Father has paid a lot of sweat for us and this family, but he looks calm and has no complaints from beginning to end.

Tall, thin-faced, dark-skinned, always wearing an old and rotten suit and a pair of indecent leather shoes. From the outside, he looks like a thin old man, but from the back, he is as tall and straight as a mountain. He is my closest and favorite person-my father.

People say that father always plays a serious role in life, giving people the impression that he is always the same, but I don't think so. In life, my father is so changeable and full of mystery.

Stubborn father

Born and raised in the countryside, the yellow land gave birth to his father's stubborn character. I remember when I was a child, my father said that raising cattle could make money, so I discussed it with my mother. My mother doesn't agree, because the cost of cows is too high. If something goes wrong in the middle, I will lose everything. However, in the face of these problems, my father had a well-thought-out plan, so my mother's worries were blocked by my father's confident belief, so in the end, my mother gave in. I know that today, my family is still dominated by cattle, and my career is getting bigger and bigger, and my days are getting more and more prosperous. Whenever I mention this, my father always proudly says, "It's a good thing I didn't let go. . "After talking, there is always a knowing smile on his face.

An industrious father

From a poor family, I can only increase my meager income by contracting land, but God has not spared this poor family. Every year is either drought or flood, and there is no harvest for five or three years, which makes the already poor families worse. Father is busy from morning till night every day, sometimes he has no time to cook, so he has to chew some dry steamed bread and eat dried pickles. He can't sleep five hours a day, but his father doesn't complain about it. Sometimes people ask, why My income is not high, and I am exhausted. My father always smiled and said, "I am young and strong." Nothing to contribute. " In my opinion, only that little smile can make my father's tired body relax a little. Last summer, in order to make cows eat better grass all year round, my father decided to store the grass in a high green place (store it for fermentation). Whether it is hot or starry, he can always see his tall figure there. Finally, with the persistence and belief in my heart, an ordinary but extraordinary pit with a length of 10 m, a width of 3 m and a height of 3 m was born. Who knows how much blood and sweat there is behind this success? I don't think anyone can understand the bitterness.

Every time I see my father's silver hair; Whenever I see my father's hunchback, tears unconsciously fill my eyes. Father has paid a lot of sweat for us and this family, but he looks calm and has no complaints from beginning to end.

Kind father

Maybe in the eyes of others, my father is always so serious, but my father is an amiable person. Whenever I make a mistake, I always worry that my father will hit me and scold me. However, dad always touches my little brain and says it doesn't matter if I make a mistake this time. Don't make the same mistake again next time, saying that dad will naturally scratch my nose with his index finger and then laugh.

You see, my father is so kind, stubborn and hard-working in life. He spent his whole life trying to change this family. He spent his whole life trying to change this family. He cared about me in his special way and taught me how to be a man on the road of life.

8. There is a touching article called My Mom and Dad in the countryside. Let me mail it for you.

On the wedding day of rural parents, my mother asked me: Who are the people sitting in the corner like two beggars? When I looked over, an old man was staring at me and there was an old lady beside me. When I saw that I was looking at them, I quickly lowered my head. I don't know them, but they don't look like beggars. The clothes are new, even the wrinkles can be seen.

Mom said that the beggars were hunched and the old lady was leaning on crutches. Mother said Tianchi was an orphan and no relatives came. If you don't know them, blow them away.

Beggars are penniless now and like to wait at the gate of the hotel. Seeing a wedding reception, they pretended to be relatives and ate black wine. I said no, why don't you call Tianchi and ask? Tianchi threw my bouquet in a panic and finally said it was their uncle and aunt.

I glared at my mother: I almost drove all my relatives away. Mom said Tianchi, aren't you an orphan? Where are your relatives? Tianchi was afraid of his mother and bowed his head and said he was a distant relative of his family. He has not seen each other for a long time.

But getting married is a big deal, and it's a pity that one of my relatives didn't come, so ... I leaned on Tianchi's shoulder and complained that he didn't say that relatives were coming earlier. I should transfer them to another table. Since they are relatives, they can't sit on that empty table. Tianchi stopped and said, let them sit there. They don't like eating at other tables.

Until the opening ceremony, the table was full of uncles and aunts. After the banquet, Tianchi hesitated and pulled me past them.

Looking back, I saw their heads buried very low. After thinking about it, I dragged Tianchi back: Uncle and aunt, we respect you both! The two men looked up and stared at me in disbelief. My parents have gray hair and look very old. They should be seventy or eighty years old. Aunt's eyes are empty, her face is facing me, but her eyes are flickering.

I waved uncertainly in front of her eyes and didn't respond. It turns out that my aunt is blind.

Cousin, uncle and aunt, this is my daughter-in-law, Xiaojie, and now we propose a toast to you! Tianchi is reminding them with a local accent. Oh, oh.

Uncle stood up askew, put his left hand on aunt's shoulder, his right hand trembled slightly, his fingers were covered with yellow cocoons, and his thick fingers were covered with black mud. The days of facing the loess and facing the sky made them tired and bent down prematurely.

I was surprised to find that my uncle's right leg was empty. Aunt Tang is blind and Uncle Tang is lame. What a nice couple. Stop standing and sit down.

I went over to hold them. Uncle shook and sat down again. Suddenly, my aunt's eyes burst into tears for no reason. She saw her uncle patting her back silently.

I tried to persuade them, but Tianchi took me away. I told Tianchi to give them some money when they got home. It's pathetic.

Both of them are disabled, and they simply can't figure out how to live in this life. Tianchi nodded, said nothing, and hugged me tightly.

On New Year's Eve of the first year, Tianchi said he had a stomachache and went back to his room to sleep without dinner. I asked my mother to cook some rice porridge and followed me into the room.

Tianchi lies in bed with tears in his eyes. I said Tianchi didn't take this, so I didn't eat with us on New Year's Eve the first year, so I ran into my room.

It seems that our family treats you badly, and you have a stomachache on holidays. How did this happen? Actually, I know you don't have a stomachache. Go ahead. What is this? Tianchi was bored for a long time and said sorry. He just thought of his uncle and aunt and his dead parents. He said he had a stomachache because he was afraid that he couldn't help it on the table and upset his parents.

I hugged him and said, what a silly boy! I miss them. We can visit them after the new year. Besides, I want to know how they live. Tianchi said forget it, that mountain road is particularly difficult to walk.

You will be tired. When the road is clear and you have children, we will take you to see them. I want to say to myself: when we have children, they may not be there! But I didn't dare say it. I said send them more money! I happened to be on a business trip the following Mid-Autumn Festival, and I couldn't go home that day.

I miss Tianchi and my parents very much, so I called Tianchi. I asked Tianchi what to do if I felt unable to sleep. Tianchi said he would surf the Internet or watch TV, otherwise he would sleep with his eyes open.

That night, we talked until the phone was hot. Lying in the hotel bed, looking at the round moon outside the window, I can't sleep.

I miss Tianchi, my father and my mother with my eyes open and tears flowing. I guess I thought that Tianchi was not asleep, maybe I was wandering on the Internet.

I turned on the computer and reapplied for a QQ number called "Reading You" and played on Tianchi. I checked, and Tianchi is there. I offered to add him, and he accepted.

I asked him: Why are you still wandering on the Internet on such a good family reunion day? He said: Because my wife was on a business trip, I thought she couldn't sleep, so I looked online. I was satisfied with this sentence, and then I typed it out: If my wife is not at home, I can find a lover instead, for example, chatting with * * * online.

It took him a long time to type a line: if you want to find a lover, I'm sorry, I'm not the one you are looking for. Goodbye. I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. Don't be angry.

Dad, I'll send it as soon as possible. After a while, he asked me, why are you wandering around the internet? I said: I am working outside and miss my parents very much now.

I just got off the phone with my boyfriend and still couldn't sleep, so I went online. I miss my parents, too, but I'm away from home, and my son wants to raise them, but he can't.

Parents are away, but children can't raise them if they want to. What do you mean? I knocked this sentence over again.

I'm a little puzzled. How could Tianchi say such a thing? Your name is "Reading You", and I will let you read it today. Some things will get sick if you keep them in your heart for a long time. It will be more comfortable to take them out in the sun. You and I don't know each other anyway. Just listen to a story! So, I accidentally knew what Tianchi had been hiding in my heart.

Thirty years ago, my father was almost fifty, and he was not married, because he was lame and his family was poor, and no girl wanted to marry him. Later, an old beggar came to the village and helped a blind woman.

The old man was very ill. Because he was poor, his father let them rest at home. Unexpectedly, the old man never got up when he stayed. Later, the old man's daughter was the blind woman who married my father.

I was born the following year. Life in my family is hard, but I have never been hungry.

Mom and dad can't farm, so they help others peel corn kernels, and there is no income. One day, my fingers were covered with blood bubbles, and the next day, I wrapped them in cloth and peeled them.

9. Write my father's composition in 500 words. My father is a primary school teacher and has worked for more than 30 years. Now he is the principal of a mountain primary school, teaching Chinese. After graduating from college, I taught in a junior college for several years, and then I got a postgraduate degree and studied Chinese. I am the pride of my father and the pride of this primary school.

One weekend, I returned to my hometown after a long separation. Primary school has been on holiday, and dad has to make up lessons. He must make up for the course he missed at the meeting of the Board of Education last week. When I left home in the morning, my father gave me a task: to help him finish the last ten compositions. Looking at my surprised expression, he explained that the school was repairing the fence recently, and there were too many things to do, and the composition had to be evaluated. Let me help him finish these homework. He also said with a smile: you, a university teacher, will definitely change better than me. Looking at my father's trusting eyes, I readily agreed.

The title of this composition is "The Story of Hunter Talepool". It is not too difficult to rewrite a text. But in my opinion, the compositions of these fourth-grade students are obviously not decent. Except for two or three slightly better ones, the sentences are unreasonable, the structure is chaotic and the details are inappropriate, which should be my comprehensive evaluation of their compositions. After reading a few articles, I only changed a few typos. Those sentences that are not fluent are really a headache. If I want to help them straighten them, it will kill all my brain cells. Besides, many roots are unclear. After thinking for a long time, I wrote them detailed comments, which are nothing more than reading and writing, paying attention to sentence structure, practicing calligraphy and so on. Nevertheless, there are still some articles at the end of today.

In the evening, my father took out these composition books, put on reading glasses and read them carefully.

I feel a little guilty, just say that these children's compositions are really difficult to correct. Afraid of my father's misunderstanding, I quickly added: these rural children are really stupid and have a poor foundation.

Father's face was a little ugly and he didn't speak. He put away his composition book and went straight back to his room.

The next day, I will go back to school. When I left, I saw the composition my father put on the table to take away. When I opened them, I found that they were all corrected. There are many familiar scarlet letters in the composition I corrected, and two typos I missed were corrected.

Father was going to class and didn't see me off. As soon as I got on the bus, I asked my mother about the composition. Mom simply said, "Your composition, so does Dad." The car started, and I saw my father's figure on the rugged mountain road. My eyes are moist and my face is burning.

I finally know that my father spent his whole life seriously revising one composition after another.

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father

"What is the feeling of people?" Love is love. There are many kinds of love, friendship is the hardest thing to give up, love is the promise of life and death, but the greatest thing is the selfless love of parents.

Remember the last time, it was my father's birthday. The afternoon before my father's birthday, I bought my father a box of coffee with the money I had worked so hard to save. Although it is not very expensive, it is a gift from me. The idiom also says that "things are light and affectionate, and goose feathers are sent thousands of miles away." When my father saw the coffee, he said inexplicably, "Why are you spending money indiscriminately again?" I smiled and said, "Dad, today is your birthday! Here you go, baby.

Oh, my god Here you are, your baby! Hearing this, my father smiled and said, "Oh ~ ~ I like coffee best. You really know dad. "

So after a day, my father didn't drink. Maybe it's because he couldn't bear to drink the coffee I gave him, but I wanted to drink it so much that I drank a cup secretly, and the taste could still be felt. As a result, there are about eleven cups left. One day, my father was reading a newspaper. I said to my father, "Have a cup of' baby' coffee." Then I made coffee, and a cup of fragrant coffee was quickly delivered to my father. My father saw this and had to drink it. He drank treasure, holding the bottom gently with his left hand, holding the handle tightly with his right hand, and blowing with his mouth, as if to himself, "Take a sip!" I looked at him helplessly and wanted a drink. I thought my father would scold me, but seeing my expression, he made me a cup without hesitation and said to me gently, "drink!" " You can drink it if you want, okay? "I nodded over coffee.

A few days later, my sister also wanted to drink, and she and I drank again. But I count coffee every day, and there is no shortage of coffee except what my sister and I drink. I went to ask my father, "Dad, didn't you drink coffee?" He always answers "Yes." And I always leave with a grain of salt. In this way, we have one bag a day, and soon there will be one left. However, I'm beginning to feel something is wrong. If the three of us drink together, we can finish it in four days. But we've been drinking for five days.

There is one pack left. If you want an answer, it must be that my father didn't drink it! At this moment, I froze. At this time, my father's great soul has penetrated into my inner world and become a permanent trace.

Originally, I was wrong. After I drank my first cup of coffee, my father gave up the idea of enjoying it slowly.

He doesn't think of himself at all. He would rather not drink the coffee he least wants, but for my sister and me.

A cup of coffee, a small thing, so small, so pure. And the love for my father after that cup of coffee is so great and deep. .