My father wrote 10 article on this topic.

Father is a clear spring, so that your feelings are pure even if they are covered with the dust of years; Father is light, so that your soul can see the bright road even on the edge of darkness. This is 10 article about my father that I brought you. I hope you like them!

My father's composition 1

Although my father's temper is not very good, many times, my father's love is as warm as sunshine. Dad's love is like the moon, very gentle.

I remember once, my father and I climbed a tree together. I began to appreciate my father as soon as he jumped into the tree. He hung his hands and feet firmly on the trunk, spread a warm smile like sunshine and called me, "Baby, have you ever been on the" Dad "swing? Come and let you experience the experience. " I climbed the tree bravely, moved slowly, and finally sat on the "swing seat"-my father's stomach. Haha, dad suddenly shook, "Wow!" I said happily while sitting on the "daddy" swing: "Daddy, this" daddy "swing is really the best swing in the world!" At this time, I really feel that fatherly love is like the moon, so gentle.

Of course, an angry father is not always as gentle as the moon. I remember another time, I was just about to make a top call with my father, and suddenly my father had a phone call to answer. As soon as my father called, I imagined seven days and seven nights. I was really tired of waiting, so I gave myself an idea: cut off the telephone line so that dad couldn't make a phone call? I did as I said, but when I was holding scissors to cut them, my father found out. "When will you grow up and cut my phone line? Don't you know how important this mobile phone is? " When I said this, my angry dad waved and was about to hit me. I closed my eyes in fear and asked anxiously, "Dad, do you love me?" "Of course!" Dad's tone is much more relaxed, and of course he doesn't want to photograph his hand. "So if you don't love me, spend more time with me?" Dad turned his anger into a smile: "Smart, good, accompany you and take you to play football." So we went to play football happily together.

My father is not perfect, but I know he is with me with his heart. I think, if dad is a dense forest, I am a small tree; If my father is a vast sky, I am a free-flying bird. I love my father!

My father's composition 2

My father is forty years old, and he will be over half a hundred in ten years, but he still loves to play.

Dad likes to have fun with me. He often conjures boxes of Lego toys from the trunk of a car like a magician, which makes his mother look dirty. Before taking Lego, you have to sort out thousands of parts, then find the corresponding parts according to the requirements in the manual and assemble them step by step. It takes a long time to build a complete Lego model.

Once, I couldn't find the pinion, and I was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks. At this time, I saw my father's hand behind my back and asked, "Dad, do you have anything in your hand?" Dad insisted that there was no, and I immediately began to "search". He had to give in easily. So I put the equipment I found on it. The thick instructions were turned over and the exquisite Lego model was released. My father and I were ecstatic and very happy. Dad rubbed my face with his "short and pithy" beard and said, "Son, you are great!"

Dad loves to play transformers, too His dream is to collect all autobots. We already have more than forty Transformers at home. My father and I often divide them into two groups to fight: I first sent a small team to harass the enemy with guerrilla tactics, and my father attacked in an all-round way, defeating me and damaging several generals. I can't help but sigh: "If you were born in Liang, why were you born in Liang!" Dad touched my head and smiled from ear to ear. ...

When I was four or five years old, my father dragged me to play football every week. Every time I see my father holding a "long gun and short gun", I know I'm going to play football. He also took many precious photos of me. Don't believe it? There are several hanging at home! When the football match was on TV, my father immediately asked me to watch it with him. When watching the ball, he worked as a commentator for me and introduced me to the formation, tactics and rules ... When he saw the highlights, he often shouted, "Nice shot!" Dad also likes to take me to see the scene. So far, my father has taken me to watch three football matches in Hangzhou and Shanghai. I'm afraid there is no second person in the school, right?

Dad also likes to play computer games with me, watch movies with me and teach me photography ... Dad says he likes to "play" with me best. Dad sometimes plays deep, and sometimes he plays childish.

Do you think my father is an old "playing" child?

My father's composition three

Dad is in his forties this year and loves to grow flowers. He is a skilled gardener and is famous in the whole building.

He not only knows many kinds of flowers, but also knows the growth habits of many flowers. The master's begonia can't bloom, he will ask his father. There are insects in the gem flowers in Jia Xi. Please ask my father to find a way ... My father often tells me about flowers: "Asparagus can't be watered too much, and it will grow wildly if watered too much;" Chlorophytum can't lack water, and leaves will turn yellow without water; Clivia can only be watered once a week, otherwise it will rot; The Chinese rose has withered, so we must remove the pedicels, otherwise the nutrition will be insufficient ... "

"When I was at your grandfather's house, I spent half an hour planting flowers every day, taking care of them and keeping them well ..." Whenever I talked about the history of planting flowers, my father always couldn't stop the car. I can't help feeling a little dubious. I've always wanted to see how dad grows flowers.

One Sunday, I found my father playing with flowers again, so I went to see it quickly.

I saw my father holding a flowerpot in one hand and a shovel in the other. He loosened the soil first, then watered it, picked up a Chinese rose, carefully inserted it in the flowerpot, and sprinkled some water with strange smell. I covered my nose and asked my father, "Dad, what is this?" It stinks! "Dad smiled and said," This is my own nutritious water! There are rice washing water, mildewproof drugs, powdery mildew drugs, and, yes, gray water! " Seeing that I was stunned, my father explained: "Taomi water can increase the nutrition of plants, anti-mildew and anti-powdery mildew drugs can keep its leaves from turning yellow and white, and gray water can kill those insects." "Now, do you understand?" I nodded my head. Dad added, "Now it's planted, and it will blossom after a while!" " "How is it possible that a cuttlefish will open later? I can't help thinking again.

A few days passed, but I found the leaves of Chinese rose soft and withered. Shit, dad let the cat out of the bag. He is not a fairy. His image as high as a mountain collapsed. Dad seemed to read my mind and said, "Girl, you think my ability is fake and my reputation is deceptive, don't you?" This rose hasn't been repaired yet. Next, watch me! "He looked at the rose, his hands like a pair of doves, dancing up and down. In a short time, he removed the grass around the roses and loosened the soil.

After finishing, my father said: "If there are weeds, the roses will not be ventilated, which will cause insufficient air;" If the soil is too hard, water can't penetrate into the soil, and the roots of Chinese rose can't absorb water. If you weed and loosen the soil regularly, it will grow! "Sure enough, a few days later, the Chinese rose sprouted. After a while, the Chinese rose really bloomed a lot of yellow flowers. The breeze blew, and the flowers nodded to me frequently, which was very beautiful.

Dad used his exquisite flower planting skills to turn my balcony into a big garden: red begonia, green Podocarpus, white jasmine as snow, and all kinds of Chinese roses ... Every time my neighbors come to my house, they always praise my dad's flowers. When dad took the flowers to the class to share with the teachers and classmates, the teachers always took out their mobile phones and kept patting them, and the classmates looked at the flowers with envy. At this time, my heart will always secretly praise my father!

This is my expert gardener-dad, a veritable skilled gardener!

My father's composition four

Dad is handsome and cool in my eyes. A pair of shining eyes, wearing a pair of glasses, broad shoulders, often like to use me as a barbell to practice weightlifting. Whenever my father pokes me in the face with a wire beard, I giggle. Dad loves me very much and treats me as a treasure, but if I make a mistake in my study, there are many ways for dad to punish me!

Once, when I was doing my homework in the house, I heard a noisy sound coming from outside, and my heart itched like a kitten, so I sneaked out. My dad found me looking for me when I was sweating and sneaking home against the wall. Dad was livid and said sternly, "since you don't want to do your homework, let's not study!" " Go and work with me! "

I followed my father in fear and came to a pool in his factory. He gave me a spoonful: "It will be yours in the future. Now you clean up the plastic in the pool and eat it after eating! " Dad said angrily.

What's so hard about that? I rolled up my arms and fished and fished. I thought it was fun at first, but soon my arm was like lead, and I couldn't lift it. I looked at my father with a straight face, but I dared not be lazy. Sweat ran down my neck and soaked my clothes. Looking at the plastic in the pool and the small pile I fished out, tears kept flowing: "Dad worked hard for me to go to school in the factory every day. He worked so hard, but he didn't know how to cherish good study time to make him angry. "

When I came out of the factory, I happened to meet my cousin on the road. Father said, "MengMeng, come home with me. Your brother will not go to school. You tore up your brother's book and piled it on the plane to play. " I heard a "wow" and burst into tears; "Dad, I did my homework. I must go to school when I write my homework in the future, and I will never steal to play again. " My father stared at my tearful eyes and said, "A word from a gentleman-".I bravely met my father's eyes and solemnly said, "It's hard to chase after you get lost!"

If I were a leaf, my father would be a big tree. If I were a grass, my father would be a diligent gardener. Under the careful care and strict education of my father, I am growing day by day. ......

My father's composition five

My father is a responsible person. He is a person who is responsible for his family, serious about his work and friendly to his friends. Sometimes he was in a daze, sometimes he was serious, and sometimes he was very humorous, which made me fall down with laughter. He brings me a lot of happiness and I love him very much.

He has shiny black eyes, heavy eyebrows and shiny black hair, but he can see a few white hairs from time to time. Big ears, Chinese face and a little wrinkle on long arms. This is my father, a man from Shuai Shuai who loves sports.

I remember once, my father and mother quarreled, and my father always made my mother happy, haha! What about me? His hand with traces of time always leads me forward, advancing and growing together with * * *.

Dad is very busy at work and often works overtime until late. Once I went out to go to the toilet in the middle of the night and saw that it was 1. My father was still busy typing and working hard. Slowly, Shuai Shuai's father also had some dark circles under his eyes. Even so, my father has never been afraid of hard work. Several times, my mother and I forgot to bring things and needed my father's help. Without delaying our work, my father always tries his best to help us solve the problem without being annoyed or angry. My father's dribs and drabs are examples for me and my mother to learn from.

Another time I was sick, very ill. As soon as my father saw that I was ill, he immediately got dressed and carried me from the sixth floor to the first floor. Then, I rushed to the car in three steps, started the throttle and rushed to the hospital. Sweat rolled down from my forehead. He looked worried and kept asking me, "What happened to my son? How's the son? I must stick to it ... "Afterwards, my father told me that I am the crystallization of my parents' love, and my life is their inheritance. Although taking care of me is sometimes a little tired, he said he was tired and happy.

Dad is sincere and sincere to his friends in his communication with them. In life, there are also many close friends who help each other. This is my father. He is good at making friends. I also want to make close friends and help each other like my father.

He is an example for me to learn, a lovely companion and a serious teacher. In a word, Dad is unique, lovely, responsible and meticulous. I love my father, thank you for your love!

My father's composition six

He has dark skin and bright eyes. When he was happy, his eyes seemed to say, "Son, how about I take you to play?" When angry, like a volcanic eruption, my mother and I dare not get close to this "time bomb" easily. This changeable person is my father.

Dad is a dedicated person. Once, I knew I couldn't solve the Olympic math problem, so I asked him. So, my father and I picked up a piece of draft paper and started writing together. My draft paper is full of formulas, and my father is calculating wholeheartedly. His draft paper is also full of formulas, just like many ants crawling on paper. After a long time, my father suddenly shouted, "I figured it out!" " It turns out that we took the decimal point as a comma! "Looking at my father's triumphant expression, I was so jealous.

Dad is not only very attentive, but also good at playing chess. I remember once, I played chess with my father and grandpa (of course, grandpa was a bystander), and my father soon ate five pieces, but I was not to be outdone, and I ate his generals-"horse" and "car" again and again. But in a short time, I was "cornered" by him and almost all my soldiers were "killed" by him. Most pitifully, my handsome boy was also killed by his "Monday morning quarterback".

"No one is perfect without gold." Dad has shortcomings, too. For example, he looks fierce. Sometimes, when mom and dad discuss how to make samples. Dad's voice is getting louder and louder, and mom will be scared away by him. He is also often shameless. Sometimes, when he and his cousin cut cloth, his cousin won. When he wants to shave his nose, he always says that his cousin is slow.

He is dedicated, he is good at playing chess, and he likes cheating. He is my dearest father and the most important person in my life. He has been silently protecting me, caring for me and guarding me with his heart.

My father's composition seven

A mother's love is like water, and a father loves a mountain. My father is an ordinary man, but his love for me is extraordinary.

Dad is 1 m 85, with short hair, dark face and big eyes under heavy eyebrows. Dad looks a little serious on the outside, but he is actually a kind person. We are very similar. Every time I walk with my father, everyone says that we are carved from the same mold, and my mother says that I am the Q version of my father.

Dad is a man who scares me and admires me.

Once, I was in a hurry to watch TV and just finished my homework. After dinner, dad began to check his homework. Looking at it, he frowned and said to me unhappily, "You have miscalculated this question." Say that finish, and continue to check up. After a while, he checked out two more mistakes in succession. Now my father is angry and shouts at me, "Why are you always so careless?" How many times have I told you to be careful in your homework, but you just won't listen! "I said, and gave me two hand boards. I stole a look at him and held my palm tightly. I saw my father's two big eyes staring into an "O" shape, and his thick black eyebrows stood on end. Really like a big tiger. That's terrible!

I admire my father's serious and responsible attitude towards his work. Once on my birthday, I had arranged for my family to go out to play. Just as I was about to go out happily, a telephone rang in my father's trouser pocket. "Hey, ok, I'll be right there." Dad answered the phone. It turned out that my father had to work overtime in an emergency. Looking at my father's sorry eyes, I was a little disappointed, but I still understood my father. Dad didn't come home until the wee hours. It's really hard!

As long as my father has time, he will accompany me to swim, play chess and have fun.

Although my father is very strict with me, he taught me a lot of truth and made me admire him. He is like my "backer", which makes me feel at ease; Life is more like my friend, spending a wonderful childhood with me. Dad, I love you!

My father's composition eight

Who in my family can blend in with me? Then, I want to tell you, it must be dad!

My father is 1.75 meters tall, with square glasses on his big nose, a pair of big, thick ears that seem to hear voices from all directions, and a wide, wall-like back that seems to support everything. This is what my father looks like. Don't think he is too ugly!

Dad is serious and responsible in his work, and he does everything hard to earn more money, which makes people feel very distressed. But he said optimistically, "Haha, I'm not tired, not tired!" "

Although my father works hard, he mingles with me at the weekend. Look, who is the adult who plays hide-and-seek with me? Ha, it must be dad! Tired of playing, my stomach sang an empty plan. At this time, don't blink, the battle for food has already begun. With my mother's call for "dinner", I flew to occupy an excellent geographical position for the whole family. Seeing so many delicious foods, my father and I are drooling, no! It should be "three thousands of feet"! Soon, I locked in a target-a piece of red-hot pork. Because I was afraid of being robbed, I caught it with lightning speed. But the more I'm afraid of something, the more my dad bullies the little ones and grabs me. I glared at him angrily. It was like riding a donkey and reading a songbook-we'll see! "Gee!" Huh? Who eats so well? Oh, it's dad eating crab meat again. I begged, "Dad, can you give me some?" "Then see if you can grab it!" Dad gave me a look. Well, that's not easy. I held it with chopsticks, but it was blocked by my father's dexterous hands and quick eyes. In desperation, I picked up a spoon and attacked everywhere, and finally got what I wanted. "It's delicious!" I shouted while eating, for fear that he could not hear me. My mother looked at me with helpless eyes: "I really admire your father and daughter!" " "

Look, this is my naughty dad. Isn't it interesting?

My father's composition nine

My father is an ordinary person who works in the Planning Bureau. He is conscientious and meticulous in his work; At home, he is extremely unreliable and often brings us "unexpected" happiness.

Once, my mother was resting and my father crept into the room. In a short time, I saw my father rushing out of the room like an arrow, returning to the study in lightning speed and closing the door quickly. I didn't understand what was going on, but suddenly I heard a loud noise from my mother's room, followed by her almost horrible scream. I thought something had happened to my mother, so I quickly opened the door to find out. I saw my mother holding the quilt tightly, sitting on the bed with a frightened face, and her hand holding the quilt was still shaking slightly. I suddenly smelled a pungent smell of gunpowder and suddenly realized that this must be my father's "prank." Before I could comfort my mother, she pointed at me and said fiercely, "You must have done it. Also let not let people live! Go out and copy the text. " Me, worse than Dou E!

The next day, I told my grandmother the truth. When eating, my mother deliberately didn't cook for my father, piled all the dishes on the table in front of me and said with a smile, "Our son has been wronged. Come, eat more to make up for the loss. " Dad pretended to be wronged at this time and muttered with his head down: "It's not right that my son is hungry and my husband is hungry." Hearing this, mother smiled, put her hand on her father's forehead and said, "You are really an old child." I also clamored for my father to compensate me for my mental damage, and my father agreed to our request on the spot. As a result, on the third day after work, my father bought a bunch of firecrackers for my mother and me, and my mother and I almost fainted on the spot.

With such an "unreliable" father, can our family be unhappy?

My father's composition ten

One day at noon, my mother suddenly shouted, "Mr. Digital, it's time to eat!" " "Do you know who my mother is calling? Yes, she called me dad.

How did my father's nickname "Mr. Number" come from? We must start from scratch. Numbers should be familiar to everyone. My father has been obsessed with counting recently. Whether cooking or taking the bus, he always takes time to do things. Ten minutes, five minutes, three minutes or even dozens of seconds, my father must make it clear. Not more than a minute, not less than a minute. So we all call him "Mr. Numbers".

Dad's digital plan is really useful. Once, I saw my father paddling around on his mobile phone. Curious, I went up to him and asked him, "Dad, what are you doing?" He proudly said: "I want to cook a good dish, which is timed by my mobile phone!" " Boil and steam for 12 minutes, turn off the fire, add bacon and steam for 8 minutes and steam for 3 minutes. Finally, you finished. "

Huh? I have seen my grandmother cook and my mother cook, but I have never seen my father like this. Will it be particularly delicious? Just listen to "scratching" for a while, "tinkling" for a while, and the sound of cooking and alarm constitutes a "kitchen symphony". When the market finally came out, the shiny steamed rice with bacon seemed to make people want to swallow it in one gulp. A bite is really more tender and fragrant than grandma's.

Spending time doing things made dad accomplish a lot of things, but once he played a big joke. I remember that morning, my mother and I were having breakfast, and my father, who was sitting on the side preparing for work, was crossing his legs and looking at his mobile phone. I went over to have a look. It turns out that my father is using software to check the location of the bus. Ah! The bus is only three stops from here, so I urged him to start quickly.

Unexpectedly, my father said slowly, "There are still ten minutes. It only takes me about six minutes to walk! " "Four minutes later, my father finally walked out of the house slowly. I quickly looked on the balcony. God, he is still walking leisurely on the road, as if catching a bus had nothing to do with him.

But a few minutes later, my father appeared at home again. "Hey, why are you back?" Mom looks surprised. "I missed the bus. The next one is estimated to take more than 20 minutes. I'd better come back and sit down first! " Looking at dad so calm, my mother and I are really in distress situation!

This is my dad, a man who lives and works by counting accurately.

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