My father, I like writing.

1. I love my father. My favorite and most admired person is my dad!

My father is in his forties, of medium build, with a few shallow wrinkles on his face and a pair of glasses on his nose. Although the eyes are not big, they are full and speak in an orderly way.

Dad has always cared about me. At that time, I felt that my composition was not very good, so I went to "consult" my father. I was about to speak when I met my father. Suddenly I saw a few white hairs on his forehead and a tired look in his eyes. It was already past 9 o'clock. I felt sad in my heart, and I swallowed what I said. "Baby, what's the matter?" Dad turned to ask me. I murmured these words: "Will you help me correct this composition?" Dad nodded with a smile. When my father carefully examined my composition, he frowned slightly and told me the problems in it. My upper and lower eyelids fought. When my father saw me, he looked at me with bloodshot eyes and said with concern, "Go to sleep, be careful to catch cold." I looked at my dad who was still working hard in the dim light and left obediently. When I got to the bedroom, I sighed softly. How much my father loves me!

Dad is kind and humorous.

April 23rd is my mother's birthday. Our family unanimously decided to hold a "family gathering". Although there were only three of us in the "family gathering", the program was wonderful. * * * one after another, not inferior to CCTV's "Spring Festival Evening". Dad sang an English song (to be honest, my dad is still very talented. After singing, I bent down like a prawn and bowed again and again. He also blew a kiss in the style of Hong Kong and Taiwan singers. My mother and I both laughed.

On the eve of June 1st, my father suddenly asked me mysteriously, "Baby, do you want a watch?" I listened to my eyes and said, "Yes". I think: This gift on June 1st is really not lazy. "That's good." Dad grinned. "Uh-huh-"Dad sucked my arm. "Wow-"I shouted, "Dad, what are you doing?" "Aha, you have a watch in your hand. I'll draw two more lines ... ""No "I screamed at the top of my lungs, but" Watch "has also been completed. I have it. Dad smirked: "Hey hey, cheated? "There is no such thing as a free lunch," I said angrily. Hehe, on the morning of June 1, a brand-new watch was quietly beside my bed.

This is my favorite father. He is kind and humorous. I love my dad!

I like the way my father writes 80 words in his composition.

In my life, I have a father who cares about me in every way; In study, I also have a strict father; In the game, I have a father who will never grow up.

My father has two greatest advantages: first, he is willing to contribute to the country without asking for anything in return; 2. Very concerned about the study and life of the next generation.

Previously, my father was repairing the railway in Turpan, Xinjiang. He works day and night, 365 days a year, eight or nine hours a day. Three meals a day are steamed bread, and meat and rice are rarely eaten. Life is hard. I only slept for five or six hours at night, and I had to get up the next morning, full of blood. But he still refused to give up this glorious job and was later transferred to be a taxi driver.

My father not only works hard, but also is strict with me. Once, I didn't do my homework and two reading notes, but my friend told me to go out and jump rubber bands. I couldn't resist the temptation of rubber bands and jumped up in the yard: "Car, Didi, Malanhua 21 ..." Just as I was jumping, my father came back from work and asked: "Yuanyuan, have you finished your homework?" I replied, "Right away, when I jumped, I was making those two reading notes." At this time, my gentle father suddenly became serious and took me back to the study like an eagle catching a chicken. I have to do my homework. He didn't open his brow until I finished. At this moment, my father said, "Let me jump rope with you. Your father is still a master of skipping rope! " With that, he jumped up.

Ah, dad, you are the enlightening lamp in my study and life, and always inspire me to move forward. Ah, dad, I will study hard and repay your selfless love for me.

I like how to write my father's composition. I like my father and everything about him.

Every day when I go to school, my father always reminds me to take all my study tools and pay attention to safety when crossing the road. After you finish, you always laugh. At this point, I thought to myself, my father really cares about me in every possible way.

In the evening, dad comes home from work. They will ask me about my study that day and check my homework. If I find mistakes in my homework, my father will seriously explain them to me and help me correct them. Encourage me to do everything without being careless and asking questions. After checking my homework, my father will accompany me to exchange ideas and interact happily. Although the time is not long, I feel very happy!

Dad is the greatest in my heart and my favorite!

I like dad.

My father is a tall man, and my mother and I always like to call him "tall guy". Dad has big eyes and thick black hair. His hair is neat. Mom often said that when Dad blew his hair, "Gao Lao" was making steamed buns again. I burst out laughing.

Dad is a driver and his skin is very dark. He doesn't care about hygiene and doesn't like brushing his teeth, so his teeth are all dentures, and he often competes with me to watch TV.

Maybe you will think: What is there to like about such a father? But you don't know that my father is a great man who is ready to help others. Once, there was a car accident on the road in front of my house. A family of five in the car was trapped in the overturned trunk. Dad saw it and went home to get tools and uncle to save people while calling the police. Dad leaned against the car, forcibly opened the door and said, "What's the matter with you? Are you hurt? " The driver in the car said, "The children were not seriously injured, but they were frightened. My foot may be broken. " Dad quickly rescued the children one by one, and then rescued the injured driver with the police and doctors who arrived. Everyone present praised dad for his good work.

Hey, dad is such a person!

I like dad.

Write a composition for my favorite father. Dear Dad: Hello! When I was doing my homework that day, I overheard you and your mother talking about my thrilling experience of rescuing a fever as a child. After listening to it, I was really scared. At that time, I really wanted to rush into your arms and express my gratitude to you personally, but the words just came to my mouth and I swallowed back. This sentence is so suppressed in my heart. I feel guilty when I see you every day, as if I had done something wrong. In desperation, I came up with a letter. One day when I was three or four years old, I had a high fever, 42 degrees. At that time, my father was not at home, and my mother gave me antipyretics and watched me fall asleep. My mother watched TV in the next room for a while. After a while, my mother felt a little uneasy and came to watch it again. This scared my mother. My forehead is burning and my lips are black. My mother immediately called my father: "Where are you?" After listening to mom's words, dad drove the car to the door. My mother said that it was not so fast to call a taxi at that time. Father ran several red lights on the way until the hospital was still honking the horn. While driving, my father was still anxiously telling me: "Billion, be strong, we will arrive soon!" " "No, my son is foaming at the mouth!" "Billion, wake up! Billion, wake up! " Afterwards, the doctor said, fortunately, I delivered it in time, and I'm afraid my life would be in danger if I were later.

Dad, you love me so much! Why didn't I feel anything before? Because no matter what I do, you say I'm wrong and I'm not good. I thought you didn't love me! It seems that I was wrong about you! Excuse me! Dad! Dad, I feel much more relaxed after telling you these words. Finally, your son has a little wish. Please promise me anyway. For your safety and the happiness of our family, please don't drink and drive in the future, ok? I wish you good health and smooth work, and you can come whenever you want.

How to write dad's composition? Actually, the composition is quite simple. As long as you write with your heart and put yourself into writing.

There aren't so many rigid things. Mainly rely on their own play.

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The first paragraph can be lyrical (if your father is gentle), and if your father is humorous, the first paragraph can focus on writing down his humorous sentences and extending them. These sentences are all said by his father.

The second paragraph is an explanation of the first paragraph. Explain your father (humor), that is, mainly for memory. Dad's witty sentences and expressions can even guess psychology. If you want to write something, you can add something lyrical, such as: father's love is the sun in winter, the fruit in autumn, the wind in summer, the rain in spring and so on.

The third paragraph can be your own evaluation of your father and so on.

The fourth paragraph is the end. Based on what kind of father wrote it, and then lamented something.

In short, the composition is still very simple!

Forget it, it would be better to add your own thoughts and the psychology of the parties to the facts.

I hope I can help you!

6. "I like the composition in the book best.

I especially like reading books, such as Yang, Shen, Bing Xin, Mei, ... I am all their loyal fans. "Books are the ladder of human progress." This sentence is true, but for me, "books are the spiritual food of human beings" is more appropriate.

Speaking of it, there is also a Book History that makes people "deeply moved".

It's nice to say "read more, read more". When I was very young, my mother and I watched the plots in Grimm's fairy tales, Dream of Red Mansions and Andersen's fairy tales every day. But I can only watch five thousand years and a dream of red mansions, but I don't know the plot. Because I think those books are too boring and boring. There are three or four thousand words in the first grade literacy competition. Maybe I read too many books and recognized more than two thousand words at once.

When I grow up, I am also obsessed with reading fairy tales, modern novels and stories. I have a firm habit of reading for a long time every night. Dad doesn't let me read before going to bed, because I forget the time at a glance and have to pull my ears to get up the next morning. In order not to let my parents find out, I launched a guerrilla war with them. I quickly turned off the lights when they came and turned them on when they left. However, there are policies above and countermeasures below. Dad pretended to walk into the room and closed the door, but in fact the man was still outside. I was cheated. My dad came in and scolded me and turned off the room switch. The Tao is one foot high, and the devil is ten feet high. He didn't expect me to have another hand: a flashlight! I hid under the bed and watched the light because my father didn't see it under the door. I was bored hiding in it, so I took a breath and continued to watch. Even Dad couldn't help it.

Books have brought me endless fun, and also given me a lot of "nutrients"-like sunshine, like rain and dew, nourishing my little tree and making it thrive!

7. My favorite father's composition My father has a pair of bright eyes, and everything I do at home cannot escape his eyes.

Dad's nose is like an upturned nose and an aquiline nose, which is difficult to distinguish. Dad has a lucky mouth and can eat all the delicious food in the world. He has eaten all the delicious food.

After dad successfully gave up drinking, he looked strong and his strength increased a lot! Even a person who weighs 20 Jin more than him, he can hold that person on the ground without blowing dust! My father is most concerned about the study and health of my sister and me. Every weekend when I go home, my father always asks me first, "Is there much homework?" "Do you have any books to buy?" If you care about our study.

In terms of study and physical health, my father pays more attention to our physical health and takes care of me as the "second child". Once, I got gastroenteritis, which was very serious.

At that time, my father didn't say anything, but drove me straight to the hospital. When he came to the hospital, he kept running around, running upstairs and downstairs, sweating.

But for my health, he didn't regret it ... and then he had an intravenous drip. He has always guarded me.

Ask me if I want to drink water, ask me if I'm hungry, tell me stories, tell me jokes … At that moment, I became his whole life. This is my dearest father.

8. Composition "Dad, My Favorite" As a junior high school student, I am honored, because I can study and enjoy with many classmates in a quiet campus, and more importantly, I can study various subjects. No subject has given me great benefits: mathematics makes me quick-witted, history makes me understand ancient and modern times, geography makes me understand the earth, biology makes me love nature, art makes me ingenious, and music makes me cultivate sentiment ... However, among these subjects, I am most "eccentric" in Chinese.

Perhaps because of my love for language and writing, I have a soft spot for Chinese. My father, who is good at mathematics, was very worried when he saw that I was so fascinated by Chinese, fearing that I would delay my lessons in other subjects. So my father decided to change me with his unique skills. When my mother saw it, she shook her head and said it was impossible. However, my stubborn father actually bet with her, and my mother was really helpless and had to agree.

So my father started telling me what to do. First of all, my father bought me a pile of math books, such as Joy of Mathematics, Life and Mathematics, and moved home. I looked puzzled and complained, "Why don't you buy me China materials? A composition book will do. " Dad immediately said kindly, "Mathematics is much better than Chinese, and life cannot be separated from mathematics." "That life is inseparable from Chinese people," I muttered with a frown. "My favorite subject is Chinese, not math." Hearing this, Dad turned sunny and cloudy: "How many times have I told you that you can't read Chinese optically? Why does it always go in one ear and out the other? " I listened and said, "What! Can't I be partial? Don't you have a partial time? " Dad was so angry that he blew his beard and stared at me, but he still refused to admit defeat. Suddenly, his eyes rolled and he remembered something. Seeing that I was not soft, he pretended to be particularly angry, with his hands akimbo and his feet crossed, and said angrily, "From now on, you must concentrate on learning math for me, put aside Chinese for the time being and wait for the math exam." Dad's posture was really scary, but I didn't buy it, so I played along and said, "I'm going to learn Chinese. If you threaten me again, I will learn nothing. I'll see what you do. " Dad was really helpless and had to run away in despair. My mother laughed her head off when she saw it, but my father curled his mouth and said, "The math materials I bought are ruined again." Mom laughed even harder.

You see, how deeply I feel about Chinese, but my grades in other subjects are still good!

9. Dad, I love you the most.

I still can't help but feel sad, my eyelids are heavy, my father's hand is in my palm, and I gently rub it on my father's face. Looking at my father's tired and peaceful sleep, his face looks a little swollen.

My father has a smile on his face. I really want to tell my father loudly that beautiful small towels are very common in the world. In the silence, I can hear my breathing and heartbeat. I learned to wash my face like my mother at once. Father's eyes are very deep. Pick up the towel, as soon as the sun comes out, you will lie in the hospital bed! "

Of course I know, my favorite.

Dad, I have to tell you.

The ward was very quiet, and my father opened his eyes.

Of course I know.

Now, under the white fluorescent lamp, say it loudly to dad.

I want to tell you loudly: Dad: "Dad, if I continue to use my other hand, the snowman will melt. Don't worry, tears will soon flow into my eyes. My father looks pale and his nose is a little red. I couldn't help it any longer, and I was more tired: warm water, holding my father's withered hand tightly: "Dad.

I want to get there before the snow melts. Finally, he looked at me affectionately and said softly, you will be fine soon, with all kinds of tubes in your body. When I entered the ward, my tears were like pearls with broken lines: I love you, and the wrinkles around my eyes deepened a little. My father, lying on his deathbed, gently rubbed my face! "

Wait, get down here and listen to me! "Say that finish. My heart is sour, I love you. I silently looked at my father's no longer young face and sat next to his bed. Suddenly I remembered the scene when my father washed my face when I was a child: "Dad loves you, too, gently stroking his arm, just waiting quietly, hugging you warmly and looking at me quietly. You are my favorite, and I want to be with you forever." I will come to see you again tomorrow. It's warm ... I wet the towel, wring it out, and then fold it into a rectangle.