My father is a writing driver.

In our daily life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is a style composed of words, which expresses a theme through language organization after people's ideological consideration. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my carefully arranged composition of my father as a driver, for reference only. Let's have a look.

My father is a driver. After listening to my topic, you must think my father is a driver, right? Yes, my father is my professional driver.

"Dad, I want to practice writing to pick me up." "Dad, I want to make up the Olympics to pick me up." Look! How busy my father is! Every time I call him, he comes to me in his cool Mitsubishi car within 20 minutes. Whether it's windy or rainy, rain or shine, dad's handsome face always warms people's hearts.

I remember that day, at my aunt's house, my father and I played a joke on the phone and said I wanted to eat Dicos. I didn't expect my father to appear downstairs ten minutes later. Wow! Dad is really diligent. After I went down, my father wore a pair of sunglasses, which was so handsome. I said to my father, "Dad, I'm just kidding. I didn't expect you to really come. " Dad said, "Nothing, I have long wanted to take you to eat." I looked at my father all the way. He always smiles at me, and I laugh with him.

Dad, you always make me happy. I want to say, it's good to have you all the way! Dad, they all say you have no culture, but in my heart you will always be my male god, and I will always love you.

My father is a driver. My father is an elegant gentleman. It is said that he is a gentleman because he is always willing to help others and is very polite. But he doesn't have the power and wealth of a gentleman. He is just a forklift driver.

His job is a bit special. He has to work shifts at both ends every half month, and he has to work night shifts and day shifts, so his work and rest are a bit messy. When I first went to work, my dark circles were also very heavy, and my white head was gray. Because his cheeks have shrunk a lot, and his "cheeks" are particularly prominent, it makes people feel a little distressed to see his funny appearance.

When the family just bought a house, they borrowed some money. Grandparents often say to their father, "You should work hard to make money. A big family can't rely on our parents alone! " Dad promised easily on the surface, but we may not know that he was overwhelmed by the burden on his shoulders. I know he is very tired.

The forklift driver may be the least important of all drivers, but in his eyes, in my eyes, it is so important. In my father's view, we can't be "inexhaustible" without timely material transportation. I respect this profession because he is my beloved father. Even if he is wearing a sweat-soaked coat, I will not hesitate to send myself into that embrace!

My father is a driver. My father is a bus driver. He is of medium height, with dark skin, thick black hair and heavy eyebrows. He must be a handsome boy when he was young. A pile of whiskers under my mouth kept shaking like a cat beard, and I was often made to laugh when I was a child.

Whenever he has time to sit down, he always closes his eyes and takes a nap, because his job is to go out early and come back late every day. Although my father's education level is not high, he is still very concerned about my growth.

One day in the summer vacation, it was sultry, and my father took me to the swimming pool. I put on my bathing suit and goggles. Dad took my hand and walked slowly into the water, watering me gently with his hand to make me adapt faster. Then teach me the knowledge of swimming. First, hold your breath and kick your legs like a frog. I think it's so difficult! I've been learning simply holding my breath for a long time, and I don't want to learn. At this time, my father encouraged me not to give up, and then my father patiently showed me. His movements are really beautiful, just like a fish swimming happily in the water. I made up my mind to learn to swim, and finally I learned to swim. Now I have learned breaststroke and self-swimming.

Early in the morning, whenever I was still sleeping, my father had arrived at the starting point of the bus station in the darkness of dawn. Although my father didn't spend much time with me, he spent more time with the people. I am proud to have such a father.

I love my father.

My father is a driver. My father is a simple man and a very caring man. How's it going? Want to know him? Then let me introduce you.

His eyes are small, but bright. His father is tall and looks capable. Dad is serious about everything and loves cleanliness.

At work, father is meticulous. He is an ordinary driver, and his father has been rated as advanced for several years. His work is hard, but he never complains.

Dad can't come home on time from work, and he can't even eat lunch when he is busy. I can't help feeling sorry for these things. At home, he is a good father and cares about my study and health.

I'm sick. He gave me medicine. Every time I recite the text from memory, as long as my father has time, he will check it for me. He is a good worker, a good father and a good husband.

My mother's work is very busy. My father knows that she is very busy. He is in charge of all the housework. Every time his mother comes back, he is so gentle and considerate. He always cooks some good dishes when cooking. I envy my mother's favorite foods, such as fish and meat. My father's cooking is delicious. He always washes the dishes clean.

He always keeps the house spotless as long as he is at home. How's it going? Isn't it great? I really want to say: Dad, I really like you.

My father is a driver. My father is a driver, and he is a great driver! I like going to school by my father's car, going out to play and shopping ... but I have been sitting in the back row with my mother since I was a child, so I thought, will it be fun to sit in the front row?

Once my mother didn't ride with us. I opened the passenger door and was about to get on the bus. My father said to sit in the back. /kloc-children under 0/2 years old will be fined for sitting in the front row. I was shocked. Really? There is such a rule. After I sat in the back row, my father said, "There are many traffic laws you don't know. In addition, it is illegal to drive without a seat belt and drive in a prescribed lane without a driver's license. " Wow, this is illegal. I thought it was just like our primary school students violating classroom discipline. Just criticize them. Dad added: "Violating traffic laws will bring danger to yourself and others, so primary school students must remember many rules related to themselves, such as don't cross the road, don't play in the motorway, don't run red lights and don't cross the guardrail in the middle of the road." Dad said, I nodded hard and replied, "I remember everything!" " "

Dad said this before starting the car and said, "Remember the last sentence, don't chat with the driver!" " "Say that finish, we set off happily!

My father is a driver. My father is a bus driver. He is the person I admire most.

Dad drives the No.9 bus. He goes to work at 7: 30 every morning and doesn't come home until 9 pm. As soon as he got home, he wolfed down his dinner, then dragged himself to take a shower, and fell asleep in bed after taking a shower. Although my father doesn't spend much time with me, he always thinks about his passengers and gives them the best service. Therefore, I am very considerate of my father.

Every time those familiar old passengers get on the bus, my father always greets them with a smile. For some passengers who have inconvenient legs and feet and are slow to move, my father never urges them loudly. He always waits for them to get on the bus safely and choose their seats before continuing to set off. Most people who take the bus are old people and children, so my father always tries to drive smoothly, especially when parking.

Dad always keeps a rag in the taxi. During the break, he cleans the inside and outside of the car. The seats in the car are always as bright as new. Many passengers like to take my dad's No.9 bus.

Dad, I'm proud of you. You are the person I admire most.