Write this sentence at the beginning of my father's composition.

1. The beginning and end of the composition about fatherly love are more about the beginning of fatherly love.

Father's love is the wind that blows away all your troubles; Father's love is a quilt that makes you feel warm; Father's love is stinky tofu, which tastes bad but smells good in his heart; Father's love is a hero because he is great! Father's love is a mountain that surrounds us tightly so that we won't be hurt. Father's love is air, and no one can live without him. Father's love is a ship, carrying us to a bright future; Father's love is sunny, gentle and bright, which makes people feel extremely comfortable. Father is a stream, a river and an ocean. This is why father likes monsters. It's embarrassing to express it. Neglect of propaganda, but lofty and heavy; But fatherly love has always influenced us in a unique way. Because of the greatness of love, we ignore the existence and significance of fatherly love. So father's love is as high as the mountain and as wide as the sea!

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There is a kind of love that is silent and serious, and it is often impossible to tell you in detail at that time. However, it will make you feel more and more delicious in the days to come, and you will never forget it. It's boundless fatherly love.

Fatherly love is actually very simple. It is like white wine, spicy and warm, intoxicating; It is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to cheer people up; It is like tea, plain and kind, which makes people naturally fresh; Just like a bonfire, it is warm but daunting, and it is easy to get excited.

Father's love is a ray of sunshine in spring, shining warmly on me; It is the cool summer wind that blows away the boredom in my heart; Is a string of fruits in autumn, guiding me to success; It is a fire in winter that warms my cold heart. Father love is everywhere!

Even if you are a master of Dan Qing, it is difficult to outline your father's strong backbone: even if you are a master of literature, it is difficult to portray your father's unyielding spirit; Even if all rivers run into the sea, it is hard to hide a father's love for his children!

Father's love is hidden in rough hands,

Those hands,

Working tirelessly to support our family;

Father's love, hidden behind stern eyes,

That look,

Smile and watch the children grow up day by day.

Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm like spring even in cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure even if they are covered with the dust of years.

Fatherly love is as selfless as maternal love, asking for nothing in return; Fatherly love is an unknown and intangible emotion, which can only be understood by those who are attentive.

You are happy when you have thoughts; The pleasure of feeling is happy; It is also happy to have a father's love.

If a mother's love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes charming fragrance in every corner, then a father's love is a jasmine flower, silently spitting fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has been praised, but who knows the moral of fatherly love!

The word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.

A jasmine flower may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Father's love is like this, as quiet as jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will accompany you all your life.

Father loves mountains and mother love the water.

2. Writing my father's composition has been in a hurry for decades. How can spring flowers and autumn moons be idle? In this fast-paced social life, people's ears are full of all kinds of voices, but maybe that voice will not be remembered-footsteps.

Many people praise maternal love, but ignore the most common fatherly love. In fact, fatherly love is also beautiful. -inscription

Some people say that fathers love mountains; Some people say that father's love is as strong as poplar; And I said that father's love is as blue as the sky, which makes me understand the truth of life.

No one can go on alone all the time, no matter how long they are independent, they will eventually need a shoulder to lean on. I picked up the moonlight everywhere, and suddenly, tears blurred my eyes.

The last class of frustration, accompanied by the teacher's voice and thunder in the air, went on in frustration. Looking out the window, the heavy rain is ruthlessly destroying the earth, and the students are whispering in their ears-they are afraid of heavy rain!

My father is like a palm, soothing my young heart; My father, like a friend who didn't grow up, followed me to eat lollipops; Father, like a stumbling block in my life, taught me how to face setbacks; Father, like a pointer, spurs me all the time; Father, like a book full of affection, makes my heart sweeter and sweeter; Father, more like a magician, is constantly changing in my mind!

3. Composition: Dad, I want to tell you the whole story: When I was a child, I always felt that Dad was a symbol of severity. Dad cut off all my bad habits like a sharp axe. For example, if I write a composition with my head down and my waist not straight, you should correct me. You know I like reading, so you bought me all kinds of books, comic books, story books and composition books. The more comic books I read, the better my painting level will be. My writing level is getting better and better. I know you want me to keep a diary to improve my writing. As long as you bring me back from a trip, let me write a composition on this trip, with no less than 5000 words. You still want me to copy two pages of good words and sentences every day. Now I know more and more words, and I can also apply these words to my composition. You bought a learning machine for my study. Soon you know that computers can learn, so you buy another computer. Dad, you have worked hard for my study. I want to say: Dad. "Ending: Dad, this love you gave me is like kindling, igniting the hope of the soul; This love is like a shade, blocking the hot sun; This love is like rain and dew, nourishing the seedlings; This love is like a street lamp, illuminating our way forward. Dad, I want to say to you: "You will always be the best father in my heart!" " "Will this do? .

4. Write your father's composition with a beautiful beginning and fewer words. Think about your back, I feel tough; Touching your hand makes me feel hard; Unconsciously, white hair is exposed at the temples, and wrinkles are quietly added to the corners of the eyes; My father, the person who loves me the most; There are ten points in the sweetness of the world, and you only tasted three points; I love you, my father.

Father, have you fallen asleep? At this moment, I suddenly think of you. I have too many words, but I can't talk about them ... Will you forgive my words that hurt you and your frivolous thoughts? ...

I was lying in the dormitory, thinking about my father. Before I went back to school, I had an awkward conversation with him, because last week I heard my mother say that my father would take me to the temple fair next weekend. In the past, my father went alone. This time, the organizer of the temple fair gave my father a table, and I was deeply proud and excited about it. But because my uncle was alone, more guests were invited, and my father wronged me and gave up my position! In a rage, I refused my father's suggestion that I take an extra seat. I think it's because I cried to my grandmother. I don't want it! The more I think about it, the worse I feel, as if there is a fire of expectation in my heart, but a pot of cold water comes down, leaving only sad smoke, which makes my eyes red. ...

But later, when I thought of going back to school, I scolded my father, eating inside and picking outside, which was stupid and not suitable for being a father, and there would be contradictions. ...

On Wednesday, I go to the doorman to get food, which is the third day of every Wednesday. My mother specially wanted to supplement my nutrition, but every time my father personally sent it to me. I was half an hour late because my teacher stayed in school. I went to the gatehouse and looked up. The poisonous sun licked the ground. Every angle is like the focus of a fire mirror. My father stood outside the fence, sweating profusely. He came up to me and handed me the box skillfully.

I suddenly feel very sorry for my father. He is a man, and his feelings are naturally not as delicate as his mother. However, he is like a house, shielding all the storms; He is like a pit, burying all grievances; He is like a mountain, forgiving everything that should not be forgiven. ...

My father is generous. I shouldn't, shouldn't haggle over every ounce, shouldn't be selfish, shouldn't be rude, and shouldn't question my father's love. ...

Always ask my father for it, but never say thank you; It is not easy to understand you when you grow up; I always pretend to be relaxed every time I leave; Smile and say go home, turn around and tears wet your eyes. ...

Time is slow, don't let your father get old again; I am willing to trade everything I have for my father's long life; Father, what can I do for you? Little problem. Take it. Thank you for everything. Hold up our home with both hands, always do everything well and give me the best. Am I your pride? Still worried about me? The child you care about has grown up! My father!