The love composition is about a kind mother and a strict father.

As for my father, everything I remember is related to his severity. It is more appropriate to use the word "strict father" to describe him. My father's sternness is not only reflected in the way he educated me, but also in all aspects of my life. However, from that day on, I saw the other side of my father and gave me a different understanding of my father.

It was a silent night, and the tired moonlight was lazily sprinkled on my desk. The stars have already disappeared, the insects have stopped barking, and everything is sleepy. Night, surprisingly quiet. "A-choo!" I sneezed suddenly. Percussion noise bloomed in my room and rushed to the silent next door-my parents' room with lightning speed.

Soon after the sound on this side died down, there was a faint rustle over there. Then there was a rush of footsteps. 1 of "pa", a light squeezed into the door. Then the door opened slowly, and a large piece of light broke into the room, so I had to cover my eyes. Dad climbed to my bed and tucked me in. From beginning to end, he was like a seedling in the soil, so light that I couldn't feel his existence.

The footsteps faded away, and I resisted the light and poked my head out of the bed. In the dim light, I suddenly found my father's skirts trembling, and my heart seemed to be infected by that coolness. Then the lights went out. But my nose is disappointing and a little itchy. The second sneeze wants to join the fun. I don't want to repeat the scene just now, so I have to do "breath holding therapy", hold my nose hard and take a deep breath. Finally, I stopped this sneeze.

"A-choo", a loud noise once again broke the silence of the night. This time, it was dad who sneezed. Although it has been a long time, my father's careful care for me makes me feel sweet and diligent every time I think about it. Let me know that my father loves me like a mountain, and let me see the other side of my father.

Homework help's strict father Gu Cheng Giant Education School Qin My father is very strict with me, especially in my study.

I remember once, I got 84 points in the first unit of the math exam, but that paper was very difficult because my score in the class was still relatively high.

After school, I was walking home, and my heart was pounding at the thought that I only got 84 points in the exam.

When I came home slowly, I saw that my father was still very happy, so I took out the test paper and asked my father to sign it for me. At that time, I thought my father wouldn't hit me, but after reading my test paper, my father's face became gloomy, staring at me like an angry leopard. He said angrily, "Why did you only get 84 points?" Why? What do you say? "I looked at him angry and my heart trembled.

Before I could explain, he picked up a stick and hit me, and I screamed.

Afterwards, I thought: Dad is still a good father when he doesn't hit me. When he hit me, I thought he was too hard on me.

That night, my mother seemed to quarrel with my father in the room, only to hear her say, "The child is so young, why did you hit him with a stick?" Dad said, "Strictness is love, and looseness is harm."

Just be strict with me, my daughter. When I hit her, I felt very uncomfortable. Only if you love her, will I not love her? "After listening to my father's words, I suddenly realized that my father's strictness to me is actually his love for me.

Now, I am among the best in all subjects, and I am proud of having a strict father!

My strict father wrote 600 words. My father is 46 years old.

He is thin and has big eyes under thick eyebrows.

He is usually very strict with me.

I remember once, I went to my good friend's house to play for a while. After I came back from dinner, I was scolded by my father for not saying thank you for eating at my little friend's house.

Another time, when I was doing my homework, my father suddenly unzipped my schoolbag, rummaged through my schoolbag, took out my English book and said, "Can you recite English words marked with asterisks?" I casually said, "as long as you have learned words with asterisks, you can!" " "The father said," then you can listen for me.

"I memorized the last word as I wrote it, and I couldn't recite it. I glanced at my father secretly and thought, "Dad must be wondering why he can't recite it. He can't recite it. I will give you some color to see see.

Sure enough, as I expected, my father severely criticized me and said, "You are quick to recite.

"Dad and dad are so strict with me. I sometimes hate him and hate him, but then I have a new understanding, and I feel that my father's strictness is useful from my heart.

I remember that it was the time for the final review of the first volume of the fourth grade, and I was about to be promoted to the second volume of the fourth grade. The study task is heavy.

When I came home from school, I said, "Dad, there may be a final exam tomorrow.

As he spoke, he put down his schoolbag and couldn't wait to go out to play. After playing for a long time, his father came out of the room and said, "Stop playing and go home and review your lessons." The final exam will be held tomorrow. How can you still have the heart to play? " I am reluctant to go home to review my lessons, still chanting in my heart: I can recite the text, but I still reviewed it for a long time under the pressure of my father.

Dad said, "Have you finished reviewing?" I said confidently, "I have already finished reviewing.

""After dinner, I'll test you and see how you review.

"Dad said.

After dinner, it was past seven o'clock, and my father tested my knowledge of ancient poetry dictation, word inventory and application for a period of time.

After the exam, because I didn't write the last sentence of an ancient poem, my father said, "Write every ancient poem once, copy it five times, and show it to me after writing it."

"After I finished writing, I showed it to my father. After a while, I went to bed.

Sure enough, the next day, I took the exam. I took the math test and the Chinese test, and learned to write ancient poems silently. I saw four ancient poems that I wrote ten times last night. When I started writing, I finished it as soon as I had a fairy to help me.

By the time the papers were handed out, 92 points on the papers made me extremely happy.

But I thought about it again and again, and felt that if my father hadn't asked me to write it ten times, I would have said goodbye to ninety-two.

Thanks to my father's strictness, it is these strict behaviors that have urged me and inspired me to grow up healthily and happily.

I didn't know until now that my father's strict behavior was for my own good, so I wanted to say "thank you" to my father.

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Write a 600-word composition on the topic "I love my strict father". If I were a flower, my father's love is the soil to cultivate this flower. If I were a boat, my father's love would be the rudder to guide me. If I were a kite, my father's love would be to pull my rope.

My father is not good at words, but he is strict. When I was a child, Excellence was my father's pride. When I grow up, Excellence is no longer a perfect test paper. My father's expectations began to become a burden to me, making it difficult for me to realize them.

Father began to find that his daughter, who once made him proud, always let him down in life. His father talked a lot at the dinner table, so he didn't dare to eat with his father.

In the drizzle, my father came and I wanted to run away. My father pulled me up and I cheered up. We hug in rainy spring.

Hearing these words, an indescribable heat wave came to my mind. My heart was wet, but it was dried by him in this heat wave of fatherly love.

I fell asleep sweetly. In this sweet fatherly love, I dreamed that the bare tree actually grew green buds, and the color was so bright green and full of vitality.

I lay quietly in bed, and the moon couldn't bear loneliness, but it still lifted its veil and spilled its radiance to the world.

Imagine, maybe she planted the seeds of love, so it is no longer dark.

My father and I must have received a seed. My father's seed is more cultured and exudes sweet love.

Perhaps, father's love is a thorn in the flower branch, and children are attractive roses. With the protection of thorns, with the pain and love of thorns, children can be more brilliant and fragrant.

I think, father's love is solid, like a mountain, you can get close to it and feel its breadth and thickness; Father's love is warm, like a fireplace, and you can feel its heat and warmth beside it.

At that moment, I realized that it was not my father who didn't love me. His love is deep. The more he loves me, the more strict he is with me. It was my father's sternness that gave me a more precious property-self-reliance. I am ashamed that I didn't understand my father's love until now.

Looking back, my father was a mountain.

He stood tall in my heart, so tall and so green.

Father is a down-to-earth, sincere, diligent, simple, honest and loyal person.

Father's love is not good at words, but only by heart.

When I first cried for the darkness and pain of this world, my father lit up my whole world like the red and bright sun rising every day on the other side of the mountain.

Bundles of brilliant light strung my childhood into a ballad, and I swung around on the swing of time, carefree.

My father's beard rubbed my innocent laughter and filled the mountains.

Although sometimes it is too naughty, it will also taste a slap, the birds stop singing, and the forest is empty. It took me a long time to know that fatherly love is a beard and a slap.

Father's eyes are so deep, it has been urging me, but two fences have been erected around me to correct my direction.

When I did something wrong, my father's eyes collided with the silent thunderbolt, which shocked my heart.

My father is so stingy when I do a good deed and wait for praise. His seemingly casual eyes always pull my eyes higher and farther.

My father's footprints are deep and big. I will always linger in the footprints under his back, touch the texture soaked with vicissitudes of life with tender hands and understand my father.

The extension of time has turned my father's footprints into two parallel lines. I leaned on my father's footsteps with my arms and read every chapter.

My father continued to write this silent book for me, and I gradually remembered the good, evil, honor, disgrace, bitterness and joy ... My father's blood surged in my veins, and I began to measure my life by my father's size ... My father's love was a blue sea, and I was boating on the sea, but I never saw my father's deep eyes. My father's role in this world is almost the same! Father is still the one who seems to beat you and scold you the most!

My tough and kind dad composition, when it comes to the word "dad", is really the most intimate word in a thousand words.

My father is a man with a square face and thick eyebrows. When he is angry, his big eyes are very scary.

When I was happy, I narrowed into a crack, and all the muscles on my face were laughing. I look particularly like an amiable "stupid bear".

I am not afraid of my dad at ordinary times, but there is one thing that makes me afraid of my dad.

It's two o'clock at noon, and I'm still in bed and refuse to go to school. My mother was angry: "I don't get up yet." Have you written the synchronous exercise of eating and sleeping every day? " I'm just about to take a look at the synchronization exercise "All Pass". My heart was shocked. I got up and ran to the desk, but my mother stopped me. Seeing how little I did, my mother couldn't help shouting, "Why didn't I learn?" I asked you if you did it, but now, you ... "My father heard the shouts and ran over, picked up the hard slippers I wore in summer and hit my leg." Ok.

"My mother is soft-hearted.

I have a strict father, but he loves me and cares about me.

Recalling my father's severity, I am really a little scared.

I remember that every time I did my homework, I always bowed my head from high to low. As soon as my father sees me, he will press my head on the table without saying a word. At that time, my eyes immediately became red, and tears soon soaked the whole eyes and slowly fell down.

How much I hated my father at that time.

Why would he do that? Doesn't he know how painful I am? I am his daughter. He shouldn't do this to me. When I finished my homework in tears, my father called me to him and said to me, "Daughter, does your head still hurt?" Dad doesn't want to. Every time I see you doing your homework, your head will sink. I get angry at the sight. Dad reminded you again and again, but you didn't realize it at all. I did it. Dad said I'm sorry now, so don't blame dad. I did it for your own good. I don't want you to wear glasses since you were a child. Do you know how ugly glasses are when you wear them for a long time and how your eyes will deform? Later, my father told me a lot of truth and patiently educated me.

Moreover, my father said to me, "it hurts to press on your head."

"Do you understand? I couldn't help crying when I saw my father's stern and auspicious face.

It can be seen from this incident that my father is not only strict with me, but also deeply loves me.

But I didn't know my father was so well-intentioned, and I still hated him in my heart! As the saying goes, "scolding is pain, beating is love".

No matter how strict my father is with me, everything he does is for my own good. If he is not nice to me, why waste so much time and energy on me? He can just turn a blind eye and let me do whatever I want.

Although my father is usually so strict with me, his other side is a lively "big boy". His father will take me to play badminton, swim with me and so on when he is free.

Playing with him is really fun! So now I feel ashamed. I didn't know my father was so kind to me, and I didn't understand his intentions. Here I want to say to my father: "Dad, I'm sorry, please forgive my ignorance. You have worked hard. "

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Write a 450-word composition about my father's strict love. When people think of the word love, they will think of words like kindness and gentleness to modify it. But I feel that love is strict. He doesn't allow you to make mistakes, study or have fun. When I was a child, I thought my father would only hit me blindly. Whenever I make a mistake, he will give me a good beating.

When I am older, my father will always discipline my study. Whenever my academic performance drops, my father will severely reprimand me. Sometimes my academic performance plummets, and my father will give me a good beating. The pain is beyond words.

In this way, the distance between my father and me is getting bigger and bigger. Once, my father scolded me for not finishing my homework. The pain accumulated in my heart for many years finally broke out. I cried and shouted to my father, "You never care about me, but you only know how to beat me and scold me!" " Then I left the door. I was walking alone in the street. I don't know where to go. I walked into the street. There is a cotton candy stand in front of me. A father is feeding cotton candy to his children. Seeing this, I played back the picture of my father hitting me in my mind. My heart is extremely uncomfortable. My tears ran down my face and heart.

I cried and cried, exhausted and fainted on the ground.

After a while, I woke up and found myself lying in a completely white room, surrounded by a strong smell of medicine. That's a hospital. I stood up and my father and a doctor rushed over. They asked me this and that. This is because my father is very kind. I suddenly realized that my father's sternness is not that he doesn't love me, but that he hates iron and doesn't produce steel.

Love, that's it, is more severe than kind. We can see a lot from the word severity, but none is more prominent than the meaning of love.

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(My father is very strict) The composition only writes the first 50 words of junior high school composition. My father is tall, with a tall nose and bright eyes. He really looks like a foreigner as the school teacher said.

Dad is very strict with me and never gives me pocket money to buy snacks. My father always criticizes me when I fight with other children. I used my dad's information as a draft book, and my dad was so angry that he hit me, so my neighbors often teased me that I was picked up by my dad.

I am still crying silently for this sentence! But one thing let me know that my father loves me.

I was going to participate in the code knowledge contest for primary and secondary school students tomorrow. I am very nervous and my heart is pounding.

I still won't recite the Code for Primary and Secondary School Students at night. My father is coming. I thought my father would hit me. I didn't expect my father to say to me, "Why are you so timid? You have to read one by one and recite one by one. Read it a few more times and you will recite it. "

"I did what my father told me, but I'm still not skilled.

Dad was found with me.

I repeated this several times and finally knew how to recite it.

The next day, I won the honor for my class! Dad looks very strict, but in fact, dad is an understanding and good dad.

My father wrote an article about his strictness to me to highlight his love for me! Father's black hair is mixed with a few white hairs. His face is a little black, but his eyes are bright. That's my father. My father is forty years old, but he is still like a child. In the fourth grade, I accidentally learned to play yo-yo, so I bought one and finished my homework and went home to play. At this time, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to give it a try. Lend your dad a play. "So, I handed the yo-yo to my dad. Dad can't play at first, and the ball always gets out of control. He didn't learn it after throwing it for a long time. Dad looked worried, so I said to him, "When the yo-yo slides to the bottom, you can pull it up. "Dad tried several times and learned several tricks such as' sleeping' and' walking the dog'! The more my father played, the more addicted he became, the more interested he became, and he didn't want to let go for a while. My mother looked at my dad and said, "I'm 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an old urchin!" """Haha ..." There was a burst of happy laughter at home. Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work seriously. A few days ago, he installed a computer in his office, which contained many games! I really want to have fun. It happened that my dad was going to the office today, so I quickly asked him for permission. Unexpectedly, he said to me sternly, "How did you learn to take advantage of the public at an early age? Will it be good when you grow up? " I ran into my room angrily, slammed the door hard and shouted at my father's back: "Old stubborn man!" " Unexpectedly, my father never came back after he left, so I had to go to bed. I woke up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet and saw the light in the study on. It turned out that my father was writing materials, and the wastebasket next to the desk was full. His head is sweating. He found me, looked at my bloodshot eyes and said, "Hurry to sleep, there will be a class tomorrow." I know my father's stubborn temper, I have to say. I can't sleep for a long time. The moon is walking in the sky, the stars are blinking naughtily, and dad is still writing that material. I am proud that I have an "old child" father who is conscientious and has a clear distinction between public and private.

My father is strict with my composition. About 80 words

My father is strict with me in all aspects, such as playing the violin and studying.

But it also means that he loves me.

Once, after school, I went home and began to do my homework. My father saw it and said to me, "Write quickly, put your posture up and hold your head up."

"Hearing this, I did as my father asked.

Dad just left and went to another room.

After a while, he came back and looked at my exercise book. His expression became serious at once. He said, "How can I do this? It's too slow to do. Do it quickly. I'll be back later. This homework must be finished, do you hear? " I was very unhappy at that time, because I thought I was writing fast enough. Besides, there is already a lot of homework.

After thinking about it, dad did the right thing, because it was also for my own good! If all parties are not strict with themselves, there will be no progress.

I love my mother and my father very much. Although my father's love is not as gentle as my mother's, I can feel his deep love for me in the days when I get along with him.

Dad's love is full of happiness, like an uncharged game machine. Every time I am unhappy, he always surprises me and plays games with me to make me happy.

Dad's love, full of severity, is like a whip, reminding me all the time.

Once I was playing in the yard and set the grass on fire.

Dad was very angry when he found out and severely criticized me. I can't help nagging. I didn't realize my dad was serious. I pointed down and opened my * * *.

In my impression, my father's love permeates every detail of my life, and I convey it with my eyes in my study; In the game, pass by hand; In life, we use transmission.

But there is another kind of love, which is called strictness.

Dad's love is severe.

Failure in the exam is inevitable, and the signature after failing the exam can't escape.

As soon as I got home, my thoughts stopped flying and I focused on my signature.

I can't help it What makes me so careless? I want to hide the test paper, but I can't. The teacher's criticism is affirmative and wrong! I don't want to be a bad boy. I walked to my father step by step with the exam paper engraved with bad grades.

"Well, dad's signature.

"I haven't shown my father the paper yet, and there are tears in my eyes.

After a while, my father's eyes changed, and my tears fell like broken beads with a click.

Dad put down the paper and asked me as usual, "What's the score of 100?" ? Where are you? Why is it wrong? What are you doing during the exam? "These questions have become my best friends, but I didn't do well in the exam, so I can only confess them truthfully.

Dad stared at me with serious and slightly angry eyes while listening to my answer.

After that, he signed his name on the test paper.

But the stern eyes did not loosen.

Of course, dad doesn't always keep a straight face. He is also humorous and makes people happy.

Last year, on my birthday, he decorated the room warmly. As soon as I entered the room after school, I came out, and there was a birthday song playing continuously! Sometimes, he also pretends to be naive. Once, when I was bored with my homework, he put his hand over my eyes and asked, "Guess who I am?" Of course, there is no need to guess, there are only two people, and it must be him.

Dad's love gave me motivation to study; Gave me a source of happiness; Gave me spiritual strength; Gave me the secret of confidence.

This reminds me of two famous sayings: Roman Roland: maternal love is a huge flame; Gorky: Father is water.

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