How to write an essay about dad (10 articles)

How to write a composition about dad (10 common articles)

In daily study, work or life, everyone has tried to write a composition. Composition is to express a theme through words. narrative method of meaning. The following is how to write an essay about dad that I compiled (generally 10 articles). Everyone is welcome to learn and refer to it!

Essay about dad 1

My dad is a good dad. I like him.

His handsome face has a pair of diamond-like black eyes, his hair and eyebrows are black and shiny, and his figure is neither fat nor thin.

Once, my favorite toy was lost and I couldn’t find it no matter how hard I looked for it, so I told my dad about it. I thought my dad was going to criticize me, but guess what dad said? ?Dad actually said: "Yueyue, you have made progress. You see, you lost something this time and learned a lesson. You will not lose things again next time." Through this incident, I will never lose something again. Never lost anything.

Dad has many advantages: he doesn’t smoke, doesn’t drink, is handsome, has a sense of humor, and is very hardworking at work. He is also the junior leader of the unit!

Dad sometimes lowers his head and looks down. Look, sometimes looking out the window, sometimes lying on the sofa to rest...

This is my dad, I like him, what about you? Dad's Composition 2

Today, I Let’s talk about my dad.

My father is tall and fat, and he wears glasses. He really looks like a fat doctor.

My father works in a university and is always busy with things every day. Dad always goes to bed late but gets up early. But he is still so fat, how strange!

Dad always says: "Too fat, too fat!" So every time he comes back from get off work, he has to go out for a run and doesn't come back until very late. Dad exercises regularly, but he keeps getting fatter. My mother said: "You must have drank too much beer. If you keep drinking like this, you will definitely get fatter. You should stop drinking." My father used to love drinking beer. In order not to gain weight, he followed his mother's advice.

Seeing my dad so fat, I really hope he won’t gain weight again in the future. Because being fat can cause many diseases and is unhealthy for the human body! Dad's Essay 3

My dad, no one knows him better than me. Today, let me introduce him!

Dad is tall, usually wears black clothes, and likes to put his hands in his trouser pockets, pretending to be cool. Now that we have introduced his appearance, let’s introduce his character! He is both humorous and serious. Take this year for example! At that time, we were making a snowman on the snow, and with a "plop", my brother fell down, but who knew that the snow on his butt suddenly jumped onto my father's face, "Haha" !" At this time, Dad was just a big tabby cat. When he was serious, he wasn't smiling like that. For example, when I was doing my math homework, I was playing and writing at the same time. How could such a trivial matter escape my father's sharp eyes? Of course I was scolded! My father is both humorous and serious. He is really a "versatile" father. Dad's Essay 4

My dad is a little fat and he always wants to lose weight. But dad always gives up halfway.

One day, my father said firmly to my mother: "I decided to join you in drinking porridge." Then my father waved his hand.

On Sunday, breakfast in the morning is two bowls of porridge. Dad drank two bowls and had two bowls for lunch. In the afternoon, Dad said weakly to Mom: "Hey! I'd better quit eating porridge! Make me chicken legs this afternoon." Mom said: "Don't do things halfway." Dad felt ashamed. I thought: It turns out that hunger is more uncomfortable than obesity!

After my father lost weight this time, I realized that my father is so lazy! Dad’s essay 5

I have a good father, dad. My nose is high, my eyes are big, and my stature is short and thin. But my father is handsome, and he is also very kind and has a good heart.

Every time I ask my dad to take me somewhere, my dad will take me there. Once, my father scolded me because I played on the computer for five or six hours that day. I cried for how long that day, but my father didn’t comfort me. I knew my father was doing it for my own good, but I was very angry. After five or six hours, I apologized to my father. I said, "Dad, it was my fault that day. I'm sorry." Dad said, "Daughter, if you know your mistakes, you should change and become a good child. This won't happen again in the future. Do you understand?" "Yes." Dad, I understand. . From then on, my father neither beat nor scolded me. I love my father the most in the world.

I want to say to the children in the world: You must cherish your parents. Dad's Composition 6

Only now have I discovered that my father is really great, and my father's love is really beautiful. ——Inscription

If your mother is the warm sun, emitting dazzling light, then your father is the gentle moon, following you silently; how many people in ancient and modern times praise the greatness of maternal love, but who has Remember, the selflessness of father's love?

Father's love is like a strong tree, covering you from the harsh sunshine; father's love is like a thin fan, driving away the annoying heat for you; Love is like gurgling water, allowing you to squat down and drink as much as you want.

Father, such an ordinary word, but father's love is so extraordinary.

When I was a child, I was careless and thought that my father should care about me. But now that I have grown up, I looked back and suddenly found that my father’s palms were covered with hard calluses at some point; that tall and straight waist I don’t know when it became curved; and the forehead became covered with dense wrinkles I don’t know when… Looking at all this, I burst into tears.

My dear father! I vaguely remember that when I was a child, you were so young and mighty. You often used your powerful arms to lift me high, and I screamed with excitement. I thought I had touched the sky; but now, looking at your increasingly aging back, tears welled up in my eyes, and I suddenly realized that your big tree is old, and it is time for us small trees that have almost grown into big trees. Here to protect you!

You once said that when we grow up and have jobs, we don’t need to care about you or send you money, as long as we can see you from time to time; listen to you Those words of contentment made my heart hurt. How easy it is for my father to be satisfied! At that moment, I deeply realized the greatness of my father's love.

Some people say that my father is like a brave warrior, but I say that my father is like a pointer, spurring me and chasing me all the time. I remember that there was a period of time when I was like a pointer. I developed a bad sitting posture - I always tilted my writing to one side; you were careful and you soon discovered it and reminded me several times, but I didn't care; looking at my disapproving look, you got angry and furious Say: "Hurry up and sit down for me!" Therefore, I always sit upright with dissatisfaction. It is only now that teachers often praise me for my good sitting posture, and I understand your good intentions.

Only now have I realized that my father is really great and his love is really beautiful. Dad's Essay 7

"As long as I see mine, I will be very happy - because he is my son and has nothing to do with autism."

This is mine The words of my father, "the most humorous father of the year" and "the father of autism" Cai Chunzhu, made me feel sad and cry - Oh my, do you understand that happiness lies in your father's dictionary? What does it mean?

This child that Cai Chunzhu was once proud of, this child that Cai Chunzhu regarded as synonymous with intelligence and cuteness, was diagnosed at the age of two years and six days. Autism has given me a big cross, which has blocked his life and the lives of his parents. Cai Chunzhu's wife even resolutely resigned because of this, just to take better care of me. Cai Chunzhu's life changed.

The main text of the book is divided into two parts. "Heroic Sentences·Father" collects Cai Chunzhu's various feelings after learning that his son has autism. Self-deprecation is a major color in it; "A Father's Conjecture· "My Chapter" simulates how my son, an autistic child, sees his relatives, family, and world from his own eyes and angles. It is very different, fun, and unique.

This is a strange and true book. The witty and humorous language and the dramatic details will make you laugh, but it will also make you deeply moved after laughing. He was silent, sighing heavily after laughing happily. Such a person, such a period of life, must be so helpless! And how difficult it must be to not be desperate, angry or even complain! I have read too many books about autistic people. , it was very sad, helpless, painful and heavy, but "Father Loves Me" made me vaguely feel that taking care of an autistic child is also a joy. I can think of how optimistic, strong, and hard-working my father is to achieve this; I can also think of how my father laughs but can't stop crying, just crying like this Laugh, cry with laughter, laugh at the most tragic sufferings in life.

To stay optimistic day after day and never give up hope, how much love must be the foundation to not shrink back or be timid. We cannot fully understand my father's suffering. What he left behind in his words is smile and joy. There is only a trace of dry sourness hidden in the depths. A trace is enough for us to see his persistence. , his deep affection. Dad's Composition 8

My father, you know, what I want to say to you most is: you are such a good father!

My father, still remember this time Will you give me a question when you get home? I'll give you the question. After you got the question, you didn't say anything for a long time. I thought to myself: Humph, Dad is in trouble too! I'll go play with you and say: "Don't do such a difficult question!" You said with a smile, "Wait a minute, son, let me ask you, is this homework that must be done?" I said, "Yes, but I think so. No one will know how to do the difficult questions, so let’s stop doing them and go have fun.” At this time, the smile on your face disappeared. You pulled me to sit at the table and said to me, “Son, since that’s the case. It must be done. Now that we have learned this knowledge, we cannot give up because it is difficult. Moreover, I ask you, have you thought about it?" After saying that, you stared into my eyes seriously. I felt guilty because I really didn't think about it seriously. After reading the question, I found that I couldn't understand it and stopped doing it. I shook my head sheepishly. You said: "Son, it's not okay to give up when you are faced with a tough situation. If you encounter difficulties during the exam and it will take a lot of time, you can consider giving up, but in daily practice, you cannot give up without thinking. If you want to get 100 points in the exam, You usually have to achieve 120 points, don’t you think? Come and study with your father, he doesn’t know how to do it, let’s think about it together and see if we can find some ideas?”

I looked at it You, you looked at me with a smile again. I seemed to have taken reassurance and started reading the questions with you. As I watched, I became irritated again, but I just couldn’t understand! At this time, you reminded me softly again, and your big hands touched my back, which made me feel very comfortable and I felt less annoyed. , can think again. After more than an hour, with your prompting, I finally figured out this question. I am very happy, because I have never thought so seriously about a question of this difficulty. At this time, you said to me again: "Son, have you discovered it? If you calm down and think carefully, you can come up with some solution to any difficult problem. No matter whether you can do it in the end, don't you think your own thinking Have your abilities improved?"

My father, you are really a good father to me. You made me understand that I should not "fail when faced with difficulties" and made me understand that only through serious thinking can we truly achieve success. Knowledge.

You know, you actually teach me a lot of truths about many things. You didn’t expect it, right? Haha, let me tell you now, you are my good father! Dad’s essay 9

Accompanied by Who is the person who makes me thrive and gives me happiness; who is the person who works hard for me and works without complaint; who is the person who risked his own life and risked his life to save me?

Open In my treasure house of colorful memories, I found one thing that will make you shed tears like rain. It was dusk one day, and the fiery red morning glow made the sky particularly dazzling. I was still young at that time, and I was very excited when I was about to go to Tieniu Square. I ran as fast as I could, but I didn’t even notice a taxi behind me. At this time, the taxi was running towards me. Seeing that I was about to be injured, my mother rushed over and shouted: "Baby, baby!" and hurriedly stopped the taxi with her hands. At this time, I looked at my mother's tiny little body. My arms were filled with infinite gratitude. I felt that my mother's strength at this time could not even be matched by giants. This kind of power was the infinite love and infinite longing for me. I rushed over, grabbed my mother, and lay on my mother's side. I cried in my arms. At this time, I saw a face crying with joy, a face with blurred eyes, and a face full of excitement. That scene is something I will never forget in my life.

There is another thing that I remember deeply. It was raining heavily that day. I didn’t bring an umbrella, and when I saw other children’s parents picking up their children and going home together, I thought: Mom. Are you here? Just when I was at a loss, my mother magically appeared in front of me, but she only had an umbrella. For my sake, my mother did not hold an umbrella. Her petite body was particularly conspicuous in the rain. After returning home, my mother coughed. I kept having a high fever, and I burst into tears: "Mom, it's all my fault, it's all my fault, I was wrong, I was wrong..." My mother stroked my forehead and said softly: "My child , you are right, you are innocent, it is mom's own fault!" Mom said and fell asleep. But I had a lot of thoughts: Mom protected me from wind and rain, worked hard and never complained, but I usually don't listen to her, why? Did my mother just leave like this? Was she going to commit suicide? I was afraid that something would happen to my mother. The more I thought about it, the more frightened I became. I couldn’t help but cry. Only then did I realize that it is my blessing to have my mother by my side. What a blessing it is to have a mother’s love. To be happy, I should be filial to her.

The thread in the hands of a loving mother is tightly sewed on the body of a wandering child, and he is afraid that he will return later. It is revealed silently and will never be exposed. Father's Composition 10

Father's love is not absent, but everywhere.

——Inscription

"Haqie!" I sneezed viciously, which shocked my parents at the dinner table. My mother glared at me and said, "You must have caught a cold if you slept without a quilt yesterday!" I scratched my head and cautiously. I took the toilet paper handed over by my mother and wiped my nose.

However, my father continued to eat without saying a word. He is very affectionate. Thinking about it, I have received very little love from my father since I was a child. Maybe it is because he is not good at expressing himself! My impression of him is that he often criticizes me, belittles me, and talks down to me. In my eyes, he never really loved me.

After breakfast, my mother went out to buy groceries, and my father started to boil water. See you again, there is still cold water. I have to boil another kettle. Isn’t that right?

The water boiled soon. He carefully picked up the kettle, poured a full cup into my cup, and then poured the remaining cup into it. Once poured into other cups, told me to drink more hot water and then go watch TV. I hummed a few words and went to do my homework.

After doing homework for a while, I said hello to him and went to school to play table tennis. I played ball with my classmates all morning and went to my aunt's house to play in the afternoon. So, I spent a crazy day outside.

I really felt a little cold when I came back at night. My parents and I watched TV, and my mother told me to wash up and go to bed. Dad watched his game intently. My mother told me not to kick the quilt off at night. I nodded, said good night, and went to sleep.

I don’t know how long it took, when I was drowsy and almost falling asleep, the sound of my father’s footsteps - steady, powerful and low. I braced myself to see what tricks he was going to pull out, and I saw him gently entering my room, walking to the window, and gently closing the window that I had not closed. This made me wonder: When did my father with rough lines become so meticulous? He walked to my bedside, carefully put his hand on my forehead, and put the other hand on his own forehead. For a while, he seemed to He breathed a sigh of relief and took his hand away. He carefully covered me with the quilt and walked out of my room. I turned around because I hated the tears running down my face. The room and my bed were gradually getting warmer.

Why am I crying? Is it my father’s rough hands, or is it him who helps me close the window and cover me with a quilt? Or is it my father’s love that went unnoticed for thirteen years? Or is it my father’s love that melts the ice in my heart? ?