The composition of fatherly love

In daily study, work and life, we often see the figure of composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. How to write a good composition? The following is my collection of fatherly love compositions for you, I hope it will help you.

Fatherly love composition 1 Fatherly love is great, and fatherly love can make you feel happy.

I remember that time, we were having a class in the classroom. Just as the teacher was talking vividly, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs outside. Raindrops fall to the ground, just like soybeans.

"Ding Ling, Ding Lingling ..." The ringing bell rang. We quickly packed our schoolbags and stood out like an arrow. However, it rained so hard that the students had to "look at the rain and sigh" at the door of the stairs.

After a while, many parents sent umbrellas. I am very unhappy to see other students being picked up by their parents. Where did my parents go? Have you forgotten me? I looked anxiously at the vast rain curtain. ...

More than 30 minutes passed, and several familiar shouts came from the distance: "Jun Jun, Jun Jun, where are you?" I was shocked at first, and then replied, "I am here, I am here!" " "Dad saw me and rushed over. I pouted and said, "Dad, why are you so late?" Dad explained, "Jun Jun, I'm going to be late. I'm sorry! I thought grandma would pick you up, so that's why ... "I listened, and then I put my resentment aside."

I went home with my father. My father only brought an umbrella, so I had to share an umbrella with him. On the way home, dad always brings his umbrella to me. I looked and moved. In this way, after a while, my father moved the umbrella to my side. I said to my father, "look, dad, you didn't have an umbrella there, and your clothes are all wet." Please move over! " "No, you are a child, I am an adult, I am fine, you can rest assured! My bones are hard! " Dad said.

When I got home, my father was soaked to the skin, while my clothes were not wet at all. The next day, father caught a cold.

This is fatherly love, a kind of everlasting and endless fatherly love.

Father's Love Composition 2 It's noon in the scorching sun, and I'm so hungry that I come to the dining table. When I first saw a plate of delicious shrimp on the table, I jumped three feet high with joy.

I sat down and began to eat. Grandma is peeling shrimp next to me. She put the peeled shrimp on a nearby plate. I took a look and ate a shrimp. This move was seen by the father sitting next to him. He said to grandma, "You should let her peel the shrimp herself! Otherwise, peeling shrimp for her blindly will hurt her! ! "Hearing this, I pouted a little reluctantly-what, it's just an occasional petty gain soon ~ ~

After dinner, I watched TV, but my front legs left and my back legs didn't take off. Father said: "Eat shrimp quickly, you can't see it until you finish eating!" " "I was so anxious to watch TV that I poured the shrimp into the bowl without watching it. When I sat in front of the TV and peeled the shrimps, I found that those shrimps had been peeled! As soon as my heart was hot and my nose was sour, tears began to swirl in my eyes-it turned out that my father peeled the shrimp for me! When I think of what my father said before, I know in my heart that there is no father who doesn't love his daughter. Although he said so, he didn't think so in his heart. He did a lot of things for me silently, but I don't know when I was lucky, complaining about his bad here and bad there. ...

Father, what a kind name! Maybe we can give them spiritual comfort by gently calling "Dad, Dad". Remember to say "good morning" to your parents every morning, "good evening" when you come home from school, and "good night" when you sleep.

Did you do it?

If a mother's love is compared to a blooming rose, then a father's love is a jasmine in the corner. They give off a charming fragrance in a corner. Always just praise the greatness of maternal love. But who knows the meaning of fatherly love? A jasmine flower may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh. Father's love is like this, as silent as jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's firm, far-reaching and kind love will accompany you all your life.

School started, and I got into the top 50 this semester, so I admire myself and am proud of myself. Not so good. I'm a little proud and unruly this semester. I didn't finish my homework on time and didn't listen carefully in class.

The monthly exam came, and I panicked. I panicked. I sweated profusely in the examination room, looking at the math test paper in my eyes and thinking to myself, I could only be in a daze. It's still too difficult to do. Then I had a brainwave and encouraged myself not to do it unless I could. Anyway, it's no use racking your brains. This question won't take a few minutes. After the exam, I looked at the test paper and took a deep breath. I got 73 points this time. Go back and explain! When I got home, I handed my father the test paper feebly. Father didn't say anything after reading it. Just told me the wrong question again. At this time, my father's words and deeds seemed so beautiful that I felt like a spring breeze. Listen carefully, I will. Father then showed a bright smile.

A father is like the sun, and his love is his light. Father is like a river, and father's love is a clear spring.

I think my father is the most verbose father in the world. For example, if you ask him a question, he can talk for a long time, but I still don't understand. No, the teacher arranged one. I wanted to talk to my father about his hobbies and work, so I called my father who was far away in Hubei.

The phone is connected. "Chen Zhuo? A familiar voice came from the phone. I told my father why I called. Dad's first sentence was: "How are you? "I answered succinctly;" Not bad. "Why are you sniffling again? Have you caught a cold again? " Dad's voice came from the microphone again. I'm getting impatient. ""no "so what? He likes to eat the bottom of the pot. "Say no, no .. By the way, dad, how is your work recently? ..... But my father always refused to pick up my topic and kept asking me other things with concern.

All right, the call is over. It is also difficult for me to get a general idea of my father's recent work from his verbosity. Dad now runs a restaurant in his hometown in Hubei. He runs a restaurant alone, and the hardships can be imagined. But my father didn't tell me the difficulties on the phone, but repeatedly asked me about my life and study. In fact, my father's verbosity contains deep fatherly love for me.

Maybe my father's verbosity will never change. In the past, I didn't welcome my father's verbosity. But as I grow older, what I realize is a deep fatherly love.

Fatherly Love Composition 5 In this world, maternal love is like a male fire, and fatherly love is like the sea of Wang Yang. I quite agree with this sentence. Father's love and mother's love are bodyguards around children in my eyes. Motherly love is close at hand, but fatherly love is far away. Motherly love and fatherly love are intertwined, and everything is for the children.

Fatherly love is not as gentle as maternal love, but it is a great encouragement and success. Now fatherly love is generally strict! My father is strange. His love is strict and gentle. Say strict first. When I do my homework, I will scold me once and teach me modestly until I understand; When eating, I sometimes eat snacks before meals, but I can't eat them. My father always criticizes me for not eating snacks, which is not good for my health. I won't buy you any more snacks. I also regret sometimes eating too many snacks and burping, and my throat is full of snacks.

In life, my father is very gentle with me. When I go to school, my father always tells me to walk along the road. Walking at the crossroads depends on whether there are cars on both sides, or you will hit someone! I always like to bury my head under the bed when I sleep at night, and my father will get up very late at night and lift the quilt in the room to let me breathe fresh air. Sometimes my father organizes a trip to other places and will take me with him. Sometimes if I don't go, he will bring me delicious food. Whenever there is something delicious at home, he always keeps it for me to eat, but he can't bear to eat it. Although my father is a little ugly, I was moved by an ordinary love.

Father is mother's companion, and their love is interdependent. As long as fatherly love exists, happiness exists.

Father loves composition 6. I always feel that my father is too strict and always compares me with others. It seems that I am nothing like a human being. However, that time I realized that I had misunderstood.

Outside, the cold wind is blowing violently, and small snowflakes flying all over the sky fall from the silver sky. The snow is getting thicker and thicker, as if to engulf the whole world. Inside, a doll that accompanied me for many years warmed the whole room, and I was busy doing my homework under the light.

In order to finish my homework, I held a pen in my finger and moved my pen quickly. Just before I finished writing, my pen ran out of water. I was so angry that I threw my broken pen on the ground and muttered loudly, "What kind of pen is this?" My father, who was cooking, heard the sound, pushed open my room door and asked, "What's the matter with you?" I said, it is not only a pen without water that annoys me, but also the unfinished homework. Dad took one look at me and had to buy a pen reluctantly.

I looked out the window, and my father rode his bike out of the community gate in the snowstorm. I suddenly had an indescribable feeling, a little excited and ashamed, and looked back at the wall clock at home. The pointer tells me that it is 8 o'clock in the evening.

I can't do my homework without a pen. I sat in a chair watching TV, thinking about my father disappearing into the snow. I can't help feeling guilty Suddenly the door opened and my father came back. Look at the snow on his eyebrows. His clothes have been wet by the wind and snow. I hung my head and didn't want my father to see my tearful face.

Maybe everyone has only experienced maternal love and felt the warmth of maternal love, but paternal love has been hovering at the door. Please cherish.

The greatest love in the world is maternal love and fatherly love. The most delicate and gentle love in the world is maternal love, and the heaviest and stable love in the world is paternal love.

Father's love is like a mountain, like a tree, like sunshine, like a hot sun.

I once saw a public service advertisement about father's love, which made me fresh in my memory and unforgettable for a long time. It's about a lonely old man who stays at home and waits for his son every day. He stared blankly at the open door, his eyes full of expectation.

When the son came back, the father shook his head and said, "You are not my son."

Later, the son took his father to the hospital for examination, and his father got Parkinson's syndrome, which is Alzheimer's disease.

So when the old man was awake in the early stage, he wrote down the words on the post-it note word by word and posted them in the corresponding place. For example, remember to have breakfast, remember to have dinner and remember to come back early. ...

Later, when it was more serious, he didn't even know where his refrigerator was and where his kitchen was. He forgot what he had just done except looking at the door and chanting about his son every day.

One day, the son took his father out to have dinner with relatives. Father saw two jiaozi in the dish, so he grabbed them and put them in his pocket. Feeling ashamed and angry, the son grabbed his father's hand and asked him what he was doing.

The father said, "Give it to my son. He loved to eat jiaozi when he was a child. " My son shed tears.

He may have forgotten everything.

But he never gave up loving you.

What a great power this is, what a great power father love is, which we can't imagine. Parents will eventually grow old and leave us. What we can do is to keep a filial heart, try our best to repay our parents and be grateful to them.

Fatherly love composition 8 Fatherly love is great, like a trickle, slowly flowing into my heart.

There are three people in our family, who make money by their father alone, and their lives are very tight.

One day, my father said he would go to Beijing on business, and my mother said, "Our family is short of money this month, so you'd better go to Beijing." Dad said helplessly, "I don't want to!" " The company sent me on a business trip. "

In a few days, my father will go to Beijing. When he left, I said to my father, "Dad, remember to buy me something delicious when you get to Beijing." Dad smiled and said, "OK, I will definitely buy it for you." I am very happy.

Looking forward to the stars and the moon, after waiting for four or five days, my father finally came back and brought me Beijing roast duck and many snacks. I feel that the peach blossoms outside are blushing with laughter, and the birds are singing happily on the branches. While I was enjoying delicious food, my mother came out. I have a bad feeling. My mother looked at it and said, "Why did you buy so many things? You don't understand the family economy and spend money indiscriminately. " Dad seemed to know that he was wrong. Without saying a word, he went to the room and said to his mother, "Wash my clothes!" " After sitting in a hard seat all day, I went to bed. "

My mother asked me to take out my father's pocket for fear that some valuables would be washed away. I took out some shopping lists, and my mother said, "Let me see if you are wasting money outside." At first glance, it says: 5 steamed buns, 5 packets of Beijing instant noodles and 6 bottles of Master Kong mineral water. It turned out that my father ate these in Beijing and left the money for us to buy things. Looking at them, my mother's eyes were red.

Fatherly love is really great and selfless!

People often say that maternal love is the greatest love in the world. If there is another kind of love that can be compared with maternal love, it is undoubtedly fatherly love.

My father is of medium height. He often has short hair, black eyes and lying silkworm eyebrows. When he was a child, he worked outside all the time, always paying silently behind his back, and only came back once in a long time. But even when I came back, I didn't talk to me much. I have never felt fatherly love, and sometimes I feel that I have no fatherly love at all.

Until one day ... that day was the same as usual, but in the afternoon I heard my mother say that something had happened to my father! I called immediately, only to know that my father was injured at work: the machine was running at high speed, maybe my father was inattentive at work, or maybe he was too tired to get up. At that time, his hand was twisted in the machine and his index finger, middle finger and ring finger were broken on the spot. When I knew it, my finger had been cut off for several days. When I asked the reason, I burst into tears. It turns out that the final exam is coming. In order not to distract me, let me study hard and get good grades in the exam, my father never told me and planned to wait until I finished the exam.

When my father came back, I saw his broken hand, and I could still see the scars I had stitched on it. "Does it hurt? Are you all right? " I asked.

"Nothing." The father replied.

After listening to this understatement, I seem to see my father on the construction site, sweating for me and this family, and tears can't help but flow down.

At that moment, I no longer thought I had no father's love, but I did! And this kind of fatherly love is very great, but I didn't notice it. ...

The composition of paternal love 10 Although maternal love is great, paternal love is no less than maternal love.

I felt very warm when I saw that photo.

It was a day of summer vacation. I am in poor health and have pneumonia. Every day in the hospital, I feel that every second seems to pass very slowly. Therefore, my father often tells me jokes and chats. Although my father has to go to work every day, he asks for leave every day, which makes my nose sour and tears come to my eyes. I closed my eyes and let the tears of disappointment recede.

Time passes slowly. I was thirsty, so my father went out and bought me a bottle of drink. It suddenly occurred to me that my father hadn't drunk water all morning, so I handed him the drink for him to drink. Father licked his lips, handed me the drink and said, "You drink!" " But I really didn't want my father to be thirsty, so I said, "I'm not thirsty." Dad just picked up a drink and took a few sips.

At the end of infusion, my father bought me a catty of grapes. Because I can't peel with one hand, my father peeled it for me to eat. I didn't expect my mother to hide behind, seize this moment and take this photo.

This photo makes me feel warm every time I see it.

Now, I know that I should not only help my parents when they do housework, but also help and care for them anytime and anywhere. Because, parents have put a lot of effort into raising us and placed great expectations on us. Therefore, we should always honor our parents.

May all parents in the world have a good body! And their children will be proud of you, parents who have made selfless contributions to your children.

Father loves composition 1 1 I remember it was another summer vacation. I checked my homework for the last time. I was absorbed in my desk. My father brought me a bowl of hot glutinous rice balls, put them in front of me and said, "Xiaoman, eat it and go to school after eating!" " I picked up the bowl while reading my homework. Before I had a bite of soup, I shouted "Ah!" The bowl was also broken, and jiaozi scattered all over the floor, and the bowl was also broken. Dad rushed over and asked eagerly, "What's the matter, son?" I shouted, "It's burning me!" Dad even said, "Nothing, there is jiaozi. I'll get you another bowl. " I stood up and said angrily, "forget it, I won't eat." I kept talking, packed my schoolbag and got ready to go.

Dad didn't say anything. He cleaned up the pieces of the bowl and then turned to the kitchen. When I got to the kitchen, the scene moved me very much! I saw my father carrying two bowls, tossing this jiaozi over and over again, and he was trying to do it. Seeing this scene, my tears swirled in my eyes. I walked into the kitchen and said falteringly, "Dad, I ... just now.

I shouldn't ... "Dad immediately interrupted me:" Dad was careless. Don't burn this time. The sound just fell on me. Tears fell like broken beads. I picked up the bowl and began to eat. At this moment, I feel that I am the happiest person in the world! What a good father I am! I will never forget that morning, which is also my happiest and most touching morning. This is a special morning!

Father's Love Composition 12 Once, when I was watching the news, I suddenly saw a report that caught my attention. What is that? Let's have a look!

There are many doctors and nurses in the video, and there is a little boy standing on the bed. He walked around in his mother's arms. The child's father is talking to the doctor and the mother is talking to the doctor. The child has just finished vaccination and is disobedient. Mother didn't care too much, and accidentally dropped her hand. At this time, the father turned around and saw his son fall. Without any hesitation, a man knelt down and saved his son.

Some netizens commented, "That's kneeling, the knee is estimated to hurt for several days!"

Another netizen commented: "Father loves mountains!"

When I saw this sentence, I thought, didn't I?

I felt sorry for the father, who felt pain across the screen, but the father did not hesitate and knelt down in an instant.

After I saw it, my tears almost fell.

Another time, I was listening to the "Morning News Bus" and heard a similar report:

At noon, a child ran around naughtily on the road. Because it was noon, there were few cars, but unfortunately one car went backwards and drove very fast. Fortunately, the father of the child came back from shopping and saw the child and a car. He quickly dropped his things and ran over, holding his son aside, regardless of whether he was injured or not, just looking around to see if his son was injured.

There is a kind of love that is silent; One is serious, and it is boundless fatherly love.

But it is like coffee, bitter and mellow, easy to make people move.

Now I want to say to dads all over the world: "Dad, you have worked hard!" "

Father loves composition 13 My father is thirty-nine years old this year, about 1.6 meters. I like to wear khaki down jacket and dark blue pants. This pen suits me very well. There are several deeply wrinkled square faces printed on his forehead. The corners of the mouth are slightly raised, revealing neat white teeth, which is more lovely and amiable.

I remember when I was in primary school, I still knew nothing about the strokes and radicals of new words. At this time, my father extended a helping hand and began to teach me bit by bit, encourage me and let me enter the ocean of knowledge. Once, I didn't do well in math. I was too anxious to explain to my parents, but my father read my mind and said, "What's the matter? What's wrong? " I cried and answered a sentence; "I only got more than 80 points in math," my father said earnestly. "You gained wisdom after one thing. It's okay. We will not be careless in the future. Sloppy. The general idea is to be careful and careful, so that the results will not fall. " I said confidently; "I will definitely review carefully in the future and I can't be careless."

In the mid-term exam, I got the first place. My father always encouraged me and made some efforts. I got excellent results in the final exam. Dad said with a smile; "Zhezhe, you didn't live up to your parents' hopes. We must persevere, be neither arrogant nor impetuous, and achieve better results in the future. "

I love you, Dad!

Father's love composition 14 There is a kind of person called father in the world, and there is a kind of love called father's love in the world. I'm sure everyone knows.

I have a story. The story is probably just a greeting, but a greeting is a father's love.

Every holiday, the first thing I do when I go home is to make a phone call. Mom will let me talk to dad on the phone and tell him I'm back. I picked up the phone and dialed my father's cell phone, which squeaked-squeaked-squeaked, and I was at a loss. When the call came through, my father said, "What's the matter?" I said, "Dad, it's me. I am back. " Dad said in warm words, "Nuo Nuo, come back. Are you bullied at school?" Is the school warm? I can be at school. I said I hung up, and my dad said, "Hang up." I didn't hang up, but left the phone on. I watched it for a long time, but my father didn't hang up. My nose can't understand what the teacher said? At school ...? "A string of greetings came to my ears. My father's kind words shut my mouth and made me speechless. My lips must have moved! I can only say that, uh-huh, my son is sour and tears are coming out of his eyes.

This is fatherly love, maybe a greeting is fatherly love, a slap in the face is fatherly love, a gentle exhortation is fatherly love, and everything in life may be fatherly love.

Father loves composition 15 My romantic childhood was almost spent on my father's shoulder that day. I often ride on my father's shoulder, grab his black hair and shout, "Come on, the old cow is gone!" " "My father ran forward with a smile, answered me and shouted," Let's go! " "At that time, my father was my best playmate.

At that time, my father was the best father in the world. I can ask him many strange questions. He can play with me, tell me stories, buy me interesting and delicious things, bring me back many picture books from the bookstore and stay by my bed all night.

I don't know when my father's broad shoulders have lost my laughter, and I can't hear me shouting, "Drive, the old cow is gone!" " "I don't know which day, my father's black hair gradually appeared silver.

As I grew older, I gradually developed a rebellious attitude and liked to be against my father. Once, I came home late because of a blackboard newspaper. My father stood on the road and looked around. He got angry when he saw me and said mercilessly, "Where have you been? Let's see who else is going home now. " In the face of my father's indiscriminate accusations, I felt very unhappy. I said, "What should I do if it is late? What's in your way! " I just said this sentence, and I feel a little regretful, but it's too late. Father's slap fell on my face, and I suddenly felt that my father had lost his old love. After that, I didn't talk to my father much.

A rainy late autumn, because I got up late, I found that I didn't bring my math book to school. I was very anxious. Suddenly, a classmate handed me a book and said it was from my father. I felt sad. ...

Since then, I often take my father for a walk at dusk. We didn't talk. I just hold my father's hand and walk against the sunset.