Write a 600-word composition about my father's childhood.

"One" dad wrote 600 words on two or three things.

Dad, there are two or three things.

Dad has a Chinese face, wears glasses and has a lot of white hair on his head. Medium build, a little belly. Dad is usually very gentle, sleeping in the sun like a "cat", but when he gets angry, it will be earth-shattering, and even ghosts will run away.

Dad and I are very close, and we are "buddies"! There are many things worth remembering between us.

When I was a child, I pestered my father to tell stories every day. After a long time, my father, Jiang Lang, was exhausted. He even told me the story "Once upon a time, there was a temple on the mountain, in which there were two monks, an old man and a young man ..." But most of the time, I watched my father get lost with my eyes open.

Another time, there was a movie in the community, and the dense wall blocked me, so I couldn't see anything. Dad saw my hard toes and carried me on his shoulders without saying a word until the end of the movie. I asked my father if he was tired, and he said with a sense of accomplishment, "I am very happy to ride a horse for my son!" " "

In those years when I lived with my father, what I remember most was the time when I was sick at the age of six. That summer, my father's blood pressure has been unstable and he often feels dizzy. One night, my mother was working the night shift, but I suddenly had a fever. Seeing my red face, my father picked me up in love and went straight to the hospital. It's late at night, there is no taxi on the road, and my father has been scurrying. In my father's arms, I heard his heart beating faster and faster, and sweat kept dripping on his face ... I remember my father once said: I love you more than my own life!

My father is the best father!

< 2 > Write a 600-word paternal love composition.

The curtain of love

It is late at night. I'm still watching TV in my room. I changed the channel bored, "click!" The door was opened. It's my father.

Father looked angry, so he went straight to the TV and suddenly turned off the power. Pointing to the door, he shouted angrily at me, "Why don't you check the time?"? You're still watching TV. I'll move the TV out tomorrow, so go to bed now! "

Father's roar forced me to put down the remote control in my hand. Not convinced, I huddled in the quilt, covered my head with the quilt and made no noise. After a while, I only heard the sound of turning off the lights, and it was dark all around. When I put my head out, my father had already left and the door was quietly closed.

Looking up at the window, the faint moonlight shone into the room, and a dignified atmosphere hung over the room, as if suffocating. Thinking of my father's roar just now, I suddenly felt a nameless fire rushing in my heart. I just watched TV for a while. As for it, I finally had a weekend when I couldn't watch TV to relax. ...

I don't know how long it took. I feel sleepy in the dark shadow. In the dark, I suddenly heard a slight door opening sound. I struggled to open my eyes a little. In the light outside, a long and narrow shadow hit the wall, and it was my father again.

Father leaned in and looked inside. Seeing that I was asleep, he quietly walked into the room for fear of waking me up. He came to the bed, and I quickly pretended to sleep. My father carefully pulled the quilt I kicked up. In the dark, a cold hand touched my cheek, but I felt unusually warm. When I opened my eyes, my father was standing at the window. In recent years, my father has lost a lot of weight and his hair is getting thinner and thinner. Busy family affairs led to white silk in his dark head. The faint light outside the door made a few plasters stuck on my father's lower back appear and disappear. These days, I often hear my father complain about his lower back pain. Too much work exhausted his father, but he still went to bed late and got up early every day, rushing about for many things. Looking at my father's generous back, a sense of self-blame rises from my heart.

"Wow!" Father gently closed the curtains to isolate the poor moonlight from my room. Suddenly, an inexplicable emotion came to my mind. Every weekend, I always get up the latest, not because I am lazy, but because of this little curtain. It is it that makes my room dark, and my father pulls it every day.

Looking at the closed curtains, the shock hit my heart again and again. Doesn't my father just want me to sleep more every day, eat enough, wear warm clothes and be comfortable? Looking at my father's generous back, thinking of his sternness and teachings, and then thinking of his running and fatigue, I understand. I finally understand the corner of my father's great love. If you want your son to make progress, close your kind face; If you want to make your son comfortable, you will be meticulous. Only when you love to the extreme can your heart curtain be so bright and strong.

The curtain is gently closed, and the father's love is like running water, flowing into my heart from the gap in the curtain. ...

My father's childhood.

My father

1.

In my life, I have a father who cares about me in every way; In study, I also have a strict father; In the game, I have a father who will never grow up.

My father has two greatest advantages: first, he is willing to contribute to the country without asking for anything in return; Very concerned about the study and life of the next generation.

My father used to build a railway in Turpan, Xinjiang. He works hard day and night, 365 days a year, working eight or nine hours a day. Three meals a day are steamed bread, and he seldom eats meat and rice. Life is very difficult. He only slept for five or six hours at night, and when he got up the next morning, his eyes were full of blood. But he still refused to give up this glorious job and was later transferred to a taxi.

My father not only works hard, but also is strict with me. Once I didn't make two reading notes in my homework, my little friend told me to go out and jump rubber bands. I couldn't resist the temptation of rubber bands and jumped up in the yard: "Cars, Didi, Malan are in full bloom …" Just as I was dancing with joy, my father came back from work and asked: "Yuanyuan, have you finished your homework?" I replied, "Right away, I was making those two reading notes when I jumped." At this time, my gentle father suddenly became serious and took me back to the study like an eagle catching a chicken. I have to do my homework. He frowned when I finished. At this moment, my father said, "I will jump rope with you." Your father is still an expert in skipping rope! " With that, he jumped up.

Ah, dad, you are the enlightening lamp in my study and life, and always inspire me to move forward. Ah, dad, I will study hard and repay your selfless love for me.

2.

My father is tall and has bright eyes. People say he is slim, but I think he is too slim. My father is a teacher by profession, but he has many hobbies, such as playing basketball, watching news on the Internet, watching TV and playing table tennis. ...

Dad always watches several table tennis and volleyball matches in China. Even in the middle of the night, my father has to get up to cheer for the China team, and sometimes he looks as excited as the head coach on the field. Under his influence, I am almost a small fan. ...

Dad can not only repair all kinds of things, but also write a very ingenious composition.

Once, I rode my bike down a slope, and the car ran forward like the wind, reaching the limit of this bike. On the second slope, I wanted to be faster, so I stepped harder. Who knows, the chain fell from the chain wheel gear and almost made me fall, so I had to stop the car and put on the chain. But it didn't take me long to ride, and the chain of disappointment fell off again. At this time, the father asked. I said hesitantly, "Dad, I ... the chain of the car fell off." Dad smiled and said, "Isn't it easy?" After that, I took out my pliers from the room, quickly took off a chain end, and then connected the chain, so that my bike could sit again. ...

Another time, I was writing my composition My Dog. I wrote the beginning and the process incisively and vividly, but it won't end. When my father saw me scratching my head, he knew that I had another problem, so he kindly said to me, "Another problem, right?" I nodded, pointed to the ending and said, "I can't write the ending." Dad said patiently, "This is my puppy." He paused. "This is my lovely dog. Do you like it? Both endings will do. " Dad helped me solve the problem and I finished my composition happily. ...

This is the person who impressed me deeply-dad.

Everyone says that "only mother is good in the world", and I think dad is no exception.

Dad is tall, short, fat and thin, with big eyes, besides; He also has two big ears. My father's hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess and playing computer. Father likes to wear a suit, and he also likes to raise fish and shrimp.

My father is also a helpful citizen. One day, it was gray and dark, and it was going to rain. Father hurried home and saw Liu Laobo harvesting rice, so he took care of it. He went over and picked up a broom to harvest rice with Liu Laobo. They are busy collecting rice and putting it in a big bag. Mr. Liu was so busy that he couldn't breathe and sucked. It rained at the wrong time, and it crashed heavily. Dad didn't let the rain stop what he wanted to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place without rain. After that, my father became a "drowned rat" and asked him to rest at his house until the rain stopped. Dad refused and braved the wind and rain to go home.

When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched dad's forehead. "Oh, why is it so hot?" When my father woke up, many people looked at him: friends and relatives, people my father had helped before. There are so many people, and Liu Laobo is here. Everyone says that my father is the best person and he should learn from me in the future.

My father is such a person. He thinks less about himself and more about others.

3.

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.

Every winter with cold wind and heavy snow, I can't help thinking that my father would always pick me up from school when I was a child, especially in winter.

On the way to school, the cold wind roared through the cotton-padded clothes, and the snow fell on my face and hands, without the wonderful meaning of cooling down, freezing every nerve of me.

Dad looked at me and said nothing, but walked in front of me step by step, silently shielding me from the cold wind and the flying snow. A warm current spread all over my body and thawed my cold nerves.

Although my father is thin, he is like a tall giant in a snowstorm, which makes me feel particularly practical and satisfied ... When I go home, my father and I always smile.

Now that I'm grown up, I rarely hide behind my father in winter, but sometimes I beg my father to stand in front of me and give me shelter from the wind and rain. This feeling is really beautiful. ...

This mid-term exam was really bad, and the math paper 120, but I only got 87, which is not true! I hope it's not true, but it is. After the curly hair of mathematics came down, my heart was extremely sad, but I didn't cry, but my eyes were quietly moist.

I walked home in frustration until I got home without looking up. I am willing to tell my father everything about my study, because my father understands me better than my mother in my study and the education method is more suitable, so this time I will explain the exam to my father as always.

I stood in front of my father like a log and mumbled, "Dad ... this exam ..." I choked, not knowing what to say. But my father said to me with kind eyes, "My grades are not good ..." I couldn't help crying. ...

"It's okay. If you study hard, you will do well in the exam next time. I believe my daughter can do it. "

Although my father's words were brief, they lightened the burden on my heart. I should deeply reflect on myself. I put away my tears and smiled at my father. When I sleep at night, my father's words fill my mind and accompany me to sleep. ...

My father's tangible and intangible love is deeply imprinted in my heart. My parents gave me everything, and we can't thank them in words. We can only prove it with actions and express it with our hearts.

Dad's love, unlike grandma's love, is not as sweet and nagging as mom's love. His love is unknown, invisible and as indispensable as air.

4.

My father is plain, with a pair of very gentle intellectual glasses on his big nose and a pair of small and intense eyes under his heavy eyebrows. My father is not tall, but he has a big belly. He often laughs at himself: "A big belly can accommodate all the difficulties in the world." What's wrong with the big belly! "

Dad is a clown and an interesting guy in our family. I really don't understand why he has so many humorous cells. I remember once eating, my mother joked, "Dad worked hard and won a metapenaeus ensis." Holding this, I gave my father a small shrimp skin, but I saw that my father solemnly gave my mother a small shrimp skin and said, "Don't eat without a shell, eat with a shell!" " My mother and I both laughed. Do you think, a small shrimp skin can be shelled? Another time, it was even funnier. My father gave me and my mother a bodybuilding performance, saying it was for us only. I saw him shaking his fat and imitating the movements of bodybuilders. He laughed at me and my mother until my stomach ached! If you want to talk about dad's happiness, you can also cite several big baskets.

Dad has a humorous side, and of course he gets angry sometimes. There was a mid-term exam, because I was too careless, I made many simple mistakes and didn't do well in the exam. Dad immediately raised his eyebrows and stared at me like a cat catching a mouse, staring at me trembling. I thought a storm was coming! Before I thought about it, my forehead had touched my father's hand and I suddenly felt pain on my forehead. "What did I tell you at ordinary times? When you do it, you must read the topic clearly, do it carefully, and check it carefully when you are finished. You promised, why did you come to the exam and post it? What do you take my words for? " Dad scolded angrily, another finger, and his forehead hurt again. "Do you still feel that you did well in the exam last semester, and are you still doing well now? Do you know the truth that pride goes before a fall? " Dad is still training. My dad is definitely an angry bull at this time, and I am often yelled at by him.

My father is also a man who dares to admit his mistakes. Once, the mother of a classmate in our class called my home and told my father that I had beaten his son at school. Dad put the phone down and pointed at me indiscriminately, which was a storm of criticism. I didn't have a chance to explain. I am so wronged that my tears can't be controlled at once. Later, my father called several of my good friends to find out the specific situation. All my good friends have proved that I didn't hit anyone, but they are still persuading others not to. Later, my classmate's mother called again and said that this matter wronged me and had nothing to do with me. At this time, my father said to me in shame, "Son, my father wronged you, but I was wrong. My father apologized to you." A father who dares to admit his mistakes is also a lovely father.

My father is ordinary, but in my eyes, he is great. I love my father deeply, and I want to repay my father with excellent academic performance.

Composition My father

When I was a child, I liked to play with "wild" children, but my mother forbade me to run around and jump around, so my childhood was quiet and there was almost nothing worth remembering.

My father and mother have completely different personalities. He always says, "let him play, little boy!" " "This is why I like my father. Now it seems that he is an educator and psychologist, and he fully understands my mind.

When I was older, my dream finally came true. It was my father who made my dream come true. He always said, "Do whatever you want." Once, I was attracted by the archaeological program on TV. My father said, "You will be an archaeologist in the future." From that day on, I dreamed of becoming an archaeologist.

When I was older, I began to like singing and music. My father bought me a lot of musical instruments for this. First of all, I just play the guitar randomly. Later, I indulged myself at home every day. Later, I played the electronic piano, which was my father's birthday present. I like it very much, but after junior high school, my academic performance is not good and I have no time to play. My mother is dead set against my playing the piano. She said, "You must."

Now, my dream is gone. I only have one goal, that is, I will be admitted to County No.1 Middle School first, and then I will be admitted to a good university three years later. I don't know what my future goal is.

My father once said that the greatest goal in life is happiness and happiness.

Dad, can I achieve my goal?

How to write a composition about dad's story? The topic is self-made, 600 words.

Whenever our family has a good chat, my father will tell stories about his childhood, and the most proud thing is to catch loach!

Dad said that when he catches loach, he likes to find some good friends or neighbors and take the net bag to the river. First, measure the water depth with a net bag. If it's deep, my father doesn't go often for safety reasons. Then look at the ripples on the water and see where the loach is. This can test dad's patience. He must stare at it and never stop. After finding the target, pick up two net bags, quickly reach left and right into the water, and then lift them quickly and accurately to ensure that the loach is in the net bags. Although the loach is in the net, you have to be careful, because the loach is smart and slippery. Maybe you're a little slow. When I looked again, this little guy had already slipped away.

Only when you meet a "stupid loach" are you so lucky. If you meet a "clever loach", no matter how you tempt him, he won't do anything, and the water is still calm. Well, maybe if you give him a compliment, he will naturally let you find him.

Every time my father goes with an empty bucket in the morning, he can return home with a full load in the afternoon. Grandma always helps him turn loach into delicious food, and everyone sits around the table and enjoys this "free dinner". This is what we admire.

After you finish, you always swallow your saliva and praise your father.

This is my father's growth story, simple, sweet and beautiful.

My father wrote a composition of 600 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.

Every winter with cold wind and heavy snow, I can't help thinking that my father would always pick me up from school when I was a child, especially in winter.

On the way to school, the cold wind roared through the cotton-padded clothes, and the snow fell on my face and hands, without the wonderful meaning of coolness, freezing every nerve of mine.

Dad gave me a look and said nothing, but walked in front of me step by step, silently shielding me from the cold wind and snowflakes flying all over the sky. A warm current spread all over my body and thawed my cold nerves.

Although my father is thin, he is like a tall giant in a snowstorm, which makes me feel particularly practical and satisfied ... When I go home, my father and I always smile.

Now that I'm grown up, I rarely hide behind my father in winter, but sometimes I beg my father to stand in front of me and give me shelter from the wind and rain. This feeling is really beautiful. ...

This mid-term exam was really bad, and the math paper 120, but I only got 87, which is not true! I hope it's not true, but it is. After the curly hair of mathematics came down, my heart was extremely sad, but I didn't cry, but my eyes were quietly moist.

I walked home in frustration until I got home without looking up. I am willing to tell my father everything about my study, because my father understands me better than my mother in my study and the education method is more suitable, so this time I will explain the exam to my father as always.

I stood in front of my father like a log and mumbled, "Dad ... this exam ..." I choked, not knowing what to say. Dad said to me with kind eyes, "My grades are not good ..." I really couldn't help crying. ...

"It's okay, as long as you work hard, you can do well next time. I believe my daughter can do it. "

Although my father's words were brief, they lightened the burden in my heart a lot. I should deeply reflect on myself. I put away my tears and smiled at my father. When I sleep at night, my father's words linger in my mind and accompany me to sleep. ...

My father's tangible and intangible love is deeply imprinted in my heart. My parents gave me everything, and we can't thank them in words. You can only prove it with actions and express it with your heart.

Dad's love is not the cowardly love of grandma, nor the sweet nagging of mom. His love is unknown, as intangible as air, but indispensable.

"Lu" wrote 600 words, telling an incident when my father was young.

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.

Every winter with cold wind and heavy snow, I can't help thinking that my father would always pick me up from school when I was a child, especially in winter.

On the way to school, the cold wind roared through the cotton-padded clothes, and the snow fell on my face and hands, without the wonderful meaning of cooling down, freezing every nerve of me.

Dad looked at me and said nothing, but walked in front of me step by step, silently shielding me from the cold wind and the flying snow. A warm current spread all over my body and thawed my cold nerves.

Although my father is thin, he is like a tall giant in a snowstorm, which makes me feel particularly practical and satisfied ... When I go home, my father and I always smile.

Now that I'm grown up, I rarely hide behind my father in winter, but sometimes I beg my father to stand in front of me and give me shelter from the wind and rain. This feeling is really beautiful. ...

This mid-term exam was really bad, and the math paper 120, but I only got 87, which is not true! I hope it's not true, but it is. After the curly hair of mathematics came down, my heart was extremely sad, but I didn't cry, but my eyes were quietly moist.

I walked home in frustration until I got home without looking up. I am willing to tell my father everything about my study, because my father understands me better than my mother in my study and the education method is more suitable, so this time I will explain the exam to my father as always.

I stood in front of my father like a log and mumbled, "Dad ... this exam ..." I choked, not knowing what to say. But my father said to me with kind eyes, "My grades are not good ..." I couldn't help crying. ...

"It's okay. If you study hard, you will do well in the exam next time. I believe my daughter can do it. "

Although my father's words were brief, they lightened the burden on my heart. I should deeply reflect on myself. I put away my tears and smiled at my father. When I sleep at night, my father's words fill my mind and accompany me to sleep. ...

My father's tangible and intangible love is deeply imprinted in my heart. My parents gave me everything, and we can't thank them in words. We can only prove it with actions and express it with our hearts.

Dad's love, unlike grandma's love, is not as sweet and nagging as mom's love. His love is unknown, invisible and as indispensable as air.

Qi's 600-word composition tells the story of his father's childhood.

Moonlight is like water, and I can't sleep, so I get up and pester my father to tell stories about my childhood. Father smiled and said, "What are you listening to this for? My father was miserable when he was a child! "

There are four brothers and sisters, and my father is the youngest. Elder sister-in-law, second aunt and uncle won't let him at all. Dad started: once, the Chinese New Year was coming, your grandparents bought six candy cakes and prepared one for everyone. In the blink of an eye, all six pieces were gone. Each of them had a piece in his hand, but his father's hand was empty. He asked angrily, Where's my piece? Where's mine? Your aunt and aunt replied in unison: I don't know. Your uncle's eyes were evasive, and dad was so angry that he asked loudly, brother, did you take it? Give me the candy cake! He blushed and said, if you don't give it, you won't give it. After that, I ran. Later, my father naively inquired about the whereabouts of the cake, but it was fruitless.

Dad clapped his hands and said, "Well, is it time for bed?" "No, no, tell me another one!" I am coquetry. Dad had to continue: "I went to the third grade of primary school at the age of nine, when your grandfather was a village cadre." Once, my father went to ask my grandfather for money. When he saw no one in the office, he ran to the conference room. No matter they are in a meeting, he always shouts to your grandfather: Dad, give me a dime. I want to buy melon seeds to eat. Everyone at the meeting laughed, and grandpa was embarrassed for a long time. Of course, after returning home, there will be a' bamboo-sliced roasted meat'. Your grandmother is a primary school teacher and my father studies in that school. When I was in the first grade, I often said to my teacher in class: I'm hungry. I'm going to eat at my mother's house and make the whole class laugh. No way, the teacher had to give my dad a dime to sell cookies in the school cafeteria. Students are envious and jealous! "

My father told me vividly that I fell asleep with a smile, walked out of the room gently and closed the door.

"Ba" asked to write a composition about 600 words describing father's love.

My parents love me and quietly fan me on a hot summer night. Is to help me selflessly when I am helpless.

I remember one morning, I had breakfast at home, and I ate my favorite egg noodles! In a blink of an eye, the delicious poached egg disappeared in my mouth, and I haven't had time to savor it! I stared at the attractive eggs in my mother's bowl and was embarrassed to ask my mother for them. Just when I stopped talking, my mother who had just sat at the dinner table seemed to see my mind at once and said kindly, "Son, do you still want to eat eggs?" You can eat mom's eggs. Mom doesn't want to eat eggs today. "I know, mom doesn't want to eat, mom loves me! I still remember one night, I clamored for my father to help me download Adventure Island, and my father immediately refused. This game is very big, and my father has strict restrictions on my playing it. I went to bed disappointed. I got up in the middle of the night to go to the toilet, and suddenly I found my father downloading Adventure Island for me! I climbed into bed quietly and saw my father's hard work. I couldn't help crying ... you know, it was tears of gratitude! I remember that afternoon, when I came home from school, I forgot to bring my Chinese book back. I'm so scared to do my homework at home that I dare not tell my parents. My homework was exposed when my father checked it. Dad told me a story, annoyed that I made this mistake again and again, and even more unhappy that I didn't confess earlier. It's already past eight in the evening. What about tomorrow's homework? A little regret! In the blink of an eye, dad was gone. When my father came back, it had been more than an hour. My father had a brand-new Chinese book in his hand. It turns out that my father went to three bookstores to buy books for me. I regret it and am very moved. What a pity to inherit the wind!

〈 9 〉 700-word composition about my father's childhood story.

I remember my father telling me stories about his childhood. Dad said, "When I was a child, my family was very poor. I could only eat meat once a month or two. One hot summer, my brother and sister were very hot. My brothers all ran to the fields to steal watermelons, picked up a big watermelon and ran away. They took it home and opened it. Everyone shouted, "Why are you still unfamiliar? " !" At this time, they were very disappointed, but they still ate the big watermelon. Speaking of this father, he said to me, "If I had known, I would have stopped eating, which made us have diarrhea." I whispered a word in my ear: "It serves me right".

Another time when I was a soldier, my father said, "I was sitting outside and a hateful fart bug flew to his feet." When my dad moved, the fart bug farted and blew up my dad's toes. " I'm dubious, I don't know if it's true or not. Later, my mother smiled and said to me, "Your father is joking with you." Suddenly I burst out laughing.

It turns out that dad's childhood stories can be so interesting. I don't know when I can tell my mother, sister-in-law, aunt, and so on. Speaking of which, I remembered my father's toes again. Ha ha ha ha ha! That's interesting. Please adopt