About writing a person's composition, about 400 words.

People often say that my father loves me like a mountain, but in my opinion, my father's love for me is not as strict as a mountain, but sometimes it is as gentle as water.

My father is an educated and noble man. Although he is not as rich as other parents, everything he has done for me is absolutely as good as or even better than other children.

Whenever I talk about my father, I can't help crying. He is usually busy at work, but in any case, he insists on greeting my study and life every day. Whenever I have problems in my studies, he will take time out of his busy schedule to help me. Since school, he has never been absent from every parent-teacher meeting. He once said, "No matter how busy I am, children will always be my first consideration."

Every weekend, I go to my father's work. Sometimes when I arrive, I can't bear to disturb him when I see him at work. I just looked at my old father, with a little white hair on his temples, and I couldn't help crying. It pains me to see that body getting thinner every day. I remember how my father got through it.

And my love for my father is more important than my mother's love. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible. He is a good teacher in my study and a good friend in my life. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to hit me or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I do wrong, he will explore the problem from himself and then educate me. He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me. But I don't hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray.

I am proud of my father. He attaches great importance to the image in life. So his clothes are neat. He once said: "A person's image represents a person's quality".

More than ten years have passed, and my love for my father has deepened. I also know very well that no one can take his place in my life.

Father, don't worry, I won't live up to your expectations. When I grow up, I still remember the way home clearly.

The answer is difficult, I hope it will be adopted, thank you!