Father's composition

In our daily life, everyone must have been exposed to composition. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. Still at a loss for composition? The following is my father's composition for your reference only. Welcome to reading.

Father's composition 1 Maybe if you appreciate love carefully, you will find that father love is so warm.

Some people say, "Father loves mountains". Although my father is not as high as a mountain, his care is far less than that of a mountain. Usually he often asks this and that, which makes people upset.

On weekdays, when I talk to my mother, she will interrupt me. Sometimes a few words are the fuse between me and my mother. Sometimes he suddenly interrupts others' conversation loudly. I think he is rude, so I often alienate him.

"Ah! What are you doing standing in front of the refrigerator? " He asked sharply. I didn't answer. "Go and do your homework!" There is a sharp and questioning feeling in his tone. His face changed greatly. I didn't provoke him. I'm just looking for yogurt. "It's your turn?" I shouted to him in turn. "There are so many homework, two Chinese papers, three two-page math workbooks and five English workbooks. Can't you even relax when you get home? " So I was angry with him and didn't have lunch.

I locked the bedroom door, and in a rage, I knocked the books off my desk. I hit the table.

He knocked at the door as usual and tried to open it, but failed. Finally, he found the key to the door and opened it.

When he came in, the first thing he saw was draft paper and books all over the floor. He was full of anger, but he didn't vent it. "Please put away the books on the floor and eat the rice skin on the table." Father's tone at this time is much more relaxed. He put a bowl of rice skin on the table, walked out of the room gently and closed the door gently. I only see a crack in the door. ...

Maybe life doesn't need anger, but it needs great fatherly love to support everything.

Father's composition 2 The cold wind roared outside the window, and the bean-sized raindrops beat mercilessly on the window, which sounded stuffy.

My father is strict with me. As long as I don't do a little bit well and don't satisfy him, my father's eyebrows will twist into a ball, and his eyes will seem to shoot fire and loudly scold me for my poor work. On this dark night, I stared at the ceiling with my head in my hand. I do my homework and watch boring exercises. I felt dizzy, suddenly felt sleepy and fell asleep at my desk.

Not long after I fell asleep, the cold touch on my face and the sound of dripping water woke me up.

When I opened my eyes, I saw my father. My father's face is no longer stern. His weather-beaten face shows a special tenderness, his eyes are full of love, and his mouth is smiling. Father twisted a towel soaked in hot water and covered my face. The hot air moistened my skin. At this time, my father patted me twice, probably to wake me up. I opened the towel and my father's face became stern again. He said coldly, "It's ten o'clock. It's time for bed." He walked out of the bedroom.

I looked out of the window. The rain stopped and the world was silent.

I found myself lying in bed, feeling warm, putting the towel on the bed, getting into bed and falling asleep. After a while, I was awakened by the noise in the bedroom. Squinting, I saw my father gently pull up my quilt and cover it for me. Father's movements were very light and slow, as if afraid of waking me up, and he walked out softly. I found that my father is also gentle, but he hides gentleness in severity.

I began to accept my father's sternness, and my heart was full of love for him.

Father's composition 3 Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, asking for nothing in return; Father's love is deep and severe; Father's love is an invisible feeling, only those who care can understand it.

Father is over 50 years old, and the wrinkles on his forehead are a testimony of his weather-beaten. His eyes are slightly sunken, so it is not difficult to see his efforts. My father doesn't talk much, and he doesn't have any profound truth, but his love for me is everywhere and delicate.

My father always gets up after five o'clock every morning. When I woke up at six o'clock, there was a hot breakfast on the table.

Junior high school students are not allowed to ride bicycles, and the bus is too slow. If I want to take a bus, it means getting up early. So my father decided to send me to school. It is difficult to carry people by bike. It takes twice as much effort to master balance and control direction as riding a person. My father always tries to drive the car smoothly so that I can sit comfortably in the back.

Sometimes when it rains, my father will say, "Open an umbrella yourself, I can't get wet." After getting off the bus, I found my father's face dripping with water, and the clothes in front of him were all wet.

Every day, my father always rides me across the bridge. Even in winter, I can see a fine layer of sweat hanging on my father's cheek. When I was on the bridge, I once asked my father, "Do you want me to get off and walk on the bridge by myself? This can save a little effort. " He gasped slightly and said, "No, I'm strong! What is this little bridge? Not tired at all. "

When I get to school, I always jump out of the car when my father just slows down and doesn't stop. My dad will teach me to be unsafe with a straight face.

Although my father works hard, he never complains, keeps cheerful all day, and puts my own interests and the interests of my family first. I am proud to have such a father.

Father's composition 4 Father loves deeply.

Father is a towering mountain, let me look up; Father is a bright lighthouse, illuminating my confused front; Father is a compass in the journey, guiding you in the direction; Father is a soothing pill. He will always tell you when he meets an unsolvable problem. It's okay, I'm here. Father is deeply in love.

My father is a veteran, and more than 20 years of army life has made him introverted and taciturn. I remember when I was nine years old, my father came home from the army. At that time, my father gave me the feeling of strangeness and alienation. Sometimes when chatting with him, he always avoids talking or ignores it completely. After living together for several years, things have improved greatly and we have talked more and more. It makes sense to say that my daughter is my father's little lover. Sometimes I make my mother angry. When my mother tried to hit me, my father always jumped out to escort me at the first time. Sometimes my mother doesn't agree with her request, and my father will spoil her and agree.

I grow up day by day, and my father grows old day by day. My hair has turned gray a lot, my back is no longer so straight, and my once mighty body has become a villain. Yes, my father is old, and I want to grow up quickly. He once sheltered me from the wind and rain, and now it's time for me to repay him. Father loves you deeply. He doesn't always say that he likes you and loves you, but he really interprets everything silently with his actions.

Father's Day is coming, I only wish my father good health and happiness in the future. Life in the future will be slower, slower, you will grow old slowly, and I will grow up soon!

People say that maternal love is great and selfless, but I find that fatherly love is hidden.

I remember once, after school, it suddenly became dark, with dark clouds and rumbling noises from time to time. It seems that it will rain heavily. I thought to myself: Ah! This is a big problem. I forgot to bring my umbrella before I went out. Mom is at work and dad happens to be at home. But then I thought: it's raining so hard that my father will definitely not come to pick me up. What shall we do? I was just thinking, suddenly, a dazzling light cut through the sky, and then there was an earth-shattering noise. "Wow, wow." There are countless thick "lines" in the sky, and I am anxious to see my classmates picked up by my parents. At this moment, Wang Xiaolin came up to me and said, "Let's go together!" I was about to answer when a familiar figure caught my eye. When I saw it, it turned out to be my father. I ran to my father. On the way home, I always feel that my umbrella is leaning towards me. When I got home, half of my father's clothes were wet. At that time, a warm current gushed from my heart, and tears swirled in my eyes. ...

Ah! We are a grass in spring, and our parents are flowers in spring! "But how much love there is in an inch of grass, I got three rays of spring."

Father's composition 6 Father is different in everyone's impression. Or severe or gentle, or capable or lazy. Some fathers are not even good at cooking, such as my father.

When I was a child, my mother had to go to work on weekends, and only my father and I were left at home. I am reading and playing. My father looked at me and smiled. Although he was calm in the morning, he was worried when he arrived for lunch.

Father doesn't usually cook much, and there is only one dish on the menu-carrot fried meat. Every time I go to the vegetable market, only carrots are on my father's list. If it wasn't sent by my mother herself, I'm afraid that's it.

It's time for lunch. This is my father's only dish. I can really write a couplet for him. Part I: Fried meat with carrots. Bottom line: Fried carrots with meat. Horizontal batch: specialize in one item. Father really has a soft spot for carrots. I immediately picked out the meat on my plate and began to eat it, because I don't like carrots. Until now, my father joked that I ate too few carrots, so I often fried them.

It's funny to think of those things before. However, now, my father knows more than one dish. He can also cook rice wine, yogurt, cakes and bread ... he often shows off when eating, and he can do all kinds of housework. What an omnipotent father!

My father's lovely appearance left an indispensable mark on my childhood. I believe that a beautiful and sincere joke will have other meanings when you grow up.

Father's composition 7 thanks, snowflakes thank winter, and there is a wonder of "coming like spring breeze, blowing the petals of ten thousand pear trees at night"; Thanks to spring, the flowers have the vitality of "spring can't close the garden, an apricot goes out of the wall", thanks to my father.

Compared with mother, father's love is rough. In our world of Miao Miao, Dad is a strong hand, a big umbrella to keep out the rain and bring me endless warmth.

My father is strong in times of difficulty. As an indomitable spirit, he stood up by his own body. "Men don't flick when they have tears." My father is strong, he has set up a monument that will never fail, and he has given me courage to tide over the difficulties calmly when I encounter setbacks; When I learned that I was bullied, my father said, I can bear it, but I can't be too patient. If I can't stand it, I can report it. I can't be humble under my fist. I can only stand, even if you are a girl, and say, "Don't let them think you are a bully."

Under the influence of my father, I learned that not everything can be tolerated. I opened my heart step by step from an introverted little girl who was only closed in her personal world. Although I often burst into tears, I am already a lively girl. It was my father's seemingly ridiculous sentence, "I can bear it with my fists, but I can't bear too much", which completely woke me up, made me cheerful little by little, and made me no longer lonely, but a person with friends.

My father never treated me with his fist, but he was so calm that I couldn't breathe. He didn't care, just taught me silently. In silence, I also understood my father's heart.

Ah, I thank my father for giving me a comfortable harbor, a free sky and letting me out of my closed heart. Some people say that my mother is strict with my father, and I say that my father is strict with my mother.

Father's Composition 8 My father is a farmer. Although he is in his early thirties, he looks like a little old man.

My father is plain in appearance, plain in clothes and plain in career. In a word, he is a very ordinary person.

My father loves me, although I am not very good-I have no special skills, gentle personality and excellent grades, but he loves me deeply. He can give me ten dollars for a hairpin or fifty dollars for a pair of sandals.

Before, my father seemed indifferent to my study, but finally one day, I found that my father was not so "simple". He went to school to ask me about my study and performance at school. At that time, I thought, "I must be finished." But it's not what I thought, but my father calmly said to me, "You should study hard! You can't be sloppy or pretend to understand! " Although he didn't say anything sharp and harsh, I could hear that there was blame in his words and more expectation.

My father loves me very much. For me, he can walk more than ten kilometers in the cold wind and send me a pair of shoes or socks. I clearly remember that my father sent me clothes. At that time, I was in class. When I walked out of the classroom, I could hardly recognize what I looked like when I first met my father: my thin face was wrinkled, my eyes were deep, and my head was covered with white hair. Looking at his old face and trembling body, my throat choked and I didn't shout "Dad".

In my mind, my father is a mountain, always so great and so solid; Father is a harbor, always so safe and warm; Father is the sun, always so broad and brilliant. I am a grass in the sun! "But how much love an inch of grass has, and I got three spring rays!"

With my father's care and love, I will brave the wind and waves and go forward bravely!

My father's composition 9 My father is very humorous. Every time after school, my father would play airplane games in the yard behind my back. Sometimes when I am unhappy, my father will tell me all kinds of funny jokes. Whenever I laugh, my father laughs as happily as a hippo.

Dad sometimes becomes a furious dad. Once, my mother scolded me in the morning. I was so sad that I cried like a child. But my father was sleeping at this moment, and my crying woke my sleeping father. Dad got out of bed angrily, gave me a good beating, and then slammed me on the bed. At this time, I also felt that I had done something wrong. I am ashamed to think: Why didn't I behave better just now? Wake up dad.

Dad is usually worried about my study. He is not demanding, just 90 points or more. So as long as my father hears that my score is above 90, he will show a satisfied smile. However, as long as the score is below 90, my father will roar like a lion.

My father is very tall. Last time I went out to play with my classmates, my mother said, "You line up and take a picture." So my parents lined up in a row, but my father looked particularly tall and stronger than others. Mom took two photos. In the first photo, everyone is stepping on something except dad. In the second picture, dad bent down deliberately, so that he was almost as tall as other dads.

My father is sometimes lazy. Every day the sun shines on his ass, and he still sleeps in bed. If I come home from school, he must be watching his mobile phone in bed.

This is my father. The first sentence he asks when he comes home every day is "Where is Chen Zhengqi?" At this time, my father will definitely find me doing my homework. After I finish my homework, he will hold me in circles. I love my father.

Father's composition 10 "Flowers", after closing this book, I have a lot of thoughts. ...

Across the ocean, exquisite pictures, pulling the father and son, playful and humorous, shed a pen. Nothing can hide the father's meddling spirit, but at the same time he cares for his son very much and shows childlike interest everywhere. The mouth under the bushy beard really talks, and the strong father is a real bookworm. "Like father, like son", this lovely son seems to be obsessed with books, forgetting to eat and sleep, and determined to read all the books in the world. After the laughter spread far away, my life appeared before my eyes like a camera. ...

"The decimal point is wrong!" Dad was staring at me, and aggressive eyes flashed through his sharp eyes. From decimal point to symbol, my father is extremely strict. He scans the house every day, just like a tiger patrolling the territory. It's not, dad became a woodpecker, meticulously watching "Sunshine Classroom" and picking out "pests". "It's worth a thousand dollars!" This is dad's mantra, "Mathematics is very rigorous!" The practice of "political education" day after day gradually makes me less careless than before, raise my sails, work hard, work hard, and work hard again! Before, in the vast ocean of learning, I thought my father taught me to break through the ice and snow and go to the infinite road!

This is a fish's, it will always be successful and wonderful, and it will be taught repeatedly by my father. ...

My father's composition 1 1 My father is a farmer. He is tall and his face is weather-beaten. His hair is almost gone, and the rest is half white. In my heart, he is a great, kind and loving father.

Once, when I was busy in the countryside, I came home from school and put a small chair at the door. I sat on it and looked east with my little head out, hoping to see a big car coming back. After a while, I was about to enter the house when I heard the sound of a cart. I am busy waiting for my father at home. After my father came back, I went to the house to prepare a washbasin for him and poured him a glass of water to drink. I saw a big hole in my father's hand, and sand and mud were mixed in the wound. The wound was deep and bleeding, and blood and sediment ran down his arm. Although it hurt him, it also hurt me. My heart! I hurried to the nearest clinic, bought disinfectant and purple potion, and then ran back. But when I came back, I fell down and couldn't get up on the ground. But I thought that my father's injury was heavier than mine, so I sat up and saw that my leg was broken and I wiped my hands. The sand on my hands touched the wound, causing deep red blood. It was very painful, so I had to bite my bullet and walk back to the big library step by step.

My father saw that my leg was broken and complained, "How did you do it?"? Won't you be careful when walking? " He looked at my injury with angry eyes, and said, while carefully applying the medicine with a cotton swab, he helped me step by step back to the house. There was a warm feeling in my heart at that time. Growing up, every time he saw me get hurt, he would immediately put everything in his hand to take care of me. He is my umbrella.

Looking back, along the way, our beautiful and harmonious home has been guarded by my father. ...

Father's composition 12 today, I want everyone to have a wish, that is, "family reunion." Although life is very happy now, there is always a lingering figure in my heart that slowly disappears from my eyes. At this time, there will be a kind of heartache and unhappiness. Maybe my father left my house too early, so this mysterious figure lingered in my heart for three years, but slowly this figure.

But if I regard my father's departure as the completion of his life before leaving me, will it make my life happier? If I can at least make the atmosphere at home better and make the family stronger, I can also accomplish everything spontaneously. I think dad hopes so, too. But I am strong and brave in my father's heart, so I will study as hard as my father.

Family reunion is actually very important, so family reunion may be the hope of every family, right Now my father has been dead for three years, but my father's heart is with us, but I was too young to feel it.

I am efficient, a teacher's little helper, and live in harmony with my family ... and the reason why I have the most letters from ordinary families may be that my father wants to teach me!

Father's composition 13 In my heart, my father is a great person. Whenever he grows up, he will think of us. I was inexplicably excited to see the white hair on his head increase gradually. Tears can't help falling. Dad is busy for us every day and doesn't want to work even if he is sick. Seeing my father haggard day by day, that kind of mood can only be truly understood by those who have experienced it. Every time I go home to see my father, I really want to say that you have worked too hard. While we were studying happily in college, you were still struggling for our tuition and living expenses in other places. Working in the hot sun every day, my hands are no longer smooth and gradually become rough. Every time I call home to invite you to dinner, you say you are still busy. You have no idea how sad I was. How much I want to share it with you.

Today is Father's Day. Although I am not at home, I wish you well. I really hope that your body will get better soon, your spine will not hurt, and you will smile more and more, although I didn't give you an unforgettable Father's Day. But in my heart, every day is your father's day. Every day, I silently bless you. I hope you have a good day. I hope there is nothing bothering you at home.

On this special day, I don't want our family to have money. I just want you to be healthy and live a good life every day. Let me be filial to you when we are all grown up. Even if you can't hear me now, even if I didn't give you a gift or call you today, the blessing in my heart is silent. I sincerely hope that you can be healthy and don't let cervical spondylosis bother you again.

May you be healthy every day.

My father's composition 14 My memory of my father is basically in my childhood. His smelly feet and chubby belly have become my father in memory and my impression whenever I miss him.

Like many fathers, he likes smoking. Every time I pout, I say I hate dad smoking. Actually, I thought to myself, I don't hate you. You are my father, but he doesn't like drinking. When he drinks, his face will turn red. I am secretly happy, how happy I should be to have such a father.

His cooking is very good. Like many people in Zhejiang, his cooking always smells like cooking wine. Unlike his mother, his cooking lacks some tricks, but it makes people feel memorable and won't get tired of eating.

Unlike many fathers, he seldom stays with me. I went to Italy in the fifth grade. At first, we often video chat. I always look forward to telling him something about the school, such as my grades and my friends. But as time went on, I stopped living in junior high school and lived in the teacher's house. When was the last time I talked to him? I can't remember clearly. Sometimes because of the time difference, I often fall asleep when he is free. If I have time, it must be night there.

Even so, the love between father and daughter has always been there. Since I was born, I have been homesick, just like the root of a tree, growing in my heart. From the moment I first saw it, I was doomed to be bound for life, generation after generation.

I still think of him when I rest now. But I won't be like a child anymore, and I won't clamor for him. When you are busy with your studies, this is the joy of stealing time from work!

Father's composition 15 My father seems to be not so close to me. He likes his younger brother very much, likes to play with him and occasionally makes him cry.

Father's back is crooked, and mother says it's sick. I remember one time, my dad made it with 1000 yuan, and it was still straight, but it was crooked after several months.

Father likes smoking and drinking. Since he had a younger brother, he smoked less and drank less. But I still smoke and drink, only less than before. Mom doesn't like dad smoking and drinking, especially drinking. She always said that he would get drunk when he drank. I remember when my father was drunk, his eyes were red, his hands were in his pants pockets, and he walked in a figure of eight with a cigarette in his mouth. From the back, he looks like a weather-beaten old man.

My father's health is not very good He didn't want to treat some lung problems last time, and I don't know why. In fact, I really want to persuade him to go to the hospital, and my mother often nags about it, but he still won't change.

Actually, I don't know much about my father's work. I only know that he will take other people's drawings and materials, and then process the materials into what the buyer wants according to the drawings.

It's important that my father is at home. I don't know how to describe it. My father's temper changes with his mood. He seldom does this. I remember he hit me several times when I was a child. I was disobedient and hit me without eating. Other than that, there is basically no memory.

Actually, I am very grateful to my father. When I was a child, I was born prematurely. Just ten days after birth, I fell ill and had no money for treatment. He borrowed money modestly everywhere and finally saved my life. He often said, "You are the child I bought with money." I always have a feeling when I hear this.

Father is not so great, but at least he has the strength to support this family.