20 19 composition about dad dad loves me like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain.

Dad, whenever you are my crutch, give me support, give me direction, give me strength, and let me take every step in the future. Maybe one day, you are too old to give me support, but my deep father's love will still help me forever! The following is my composition about my father on 20 19. Dad loves me like an umbrella to shelter me from the wind and rain. I hope I can help you.

A composition about my father.

I helped my father quit smoking.

Fans and fans have all heard of it, right? Guess what my dad's fans are? I can't guess. To tell the truth, my father is a real smoker. Every day when I come home from school, my most common thing is that my father is sitting on the sofa "smoking", and the whole room smells of smoke. Since my father joined the ranks of smokers, his health is different from before. His face is sallow, his teeth are black and yellow, and even his two fingers with cigarettes are yellow. I'm really worried about my father's health. So I made up my mind to help my father quit smoking.

In order to give up my father's smoking, I racked my brains and came up with three brilliant ideas. Hum! I'm not afraid he can't quit. I took the first step: hiding cigarettes. One day, I got up early, while my father was sleeping, I thought: the cigarette must be in my pocket, so I reached out and touched it, ha! Cigarette case, I carefully took out the cigarette case. Dad moved, but it was okay, just turned over. I quickly hid the cigarette in the drawer and snapped the lock. I thought I had a good start! Unexpectedly, my father started smoking again the next day. It turned out that my father had guessed my mind and left himself a box. Ahem! I can't help him.

It seems that it is impossible not to teach him a severe lesson. So, I used the second trick: hide the lighter. One day, my father put the lighter on the table and began to play computer. I went to the table and took the book, stole it, immediately picked up the lighter and turned and ran downstairs. As soon as I threw it, I put the lighter in the dustbin. I thought it would work, but my father was inspired when cooking. He lit his cigarette on the gas stove and started smoking again. Alas! It really makes me smile.

It seems that dad is tough, so I'm going to use my "killer"? The third measure: sign a contract! I wrote on the paper: Dad, please give up smoking for the health of you and your family! I also put forward the following requirements: first, you should have sugar cubes when you want to smoke. Second, all cigarettes on the Shanghai Stock Exchange. If you violate the rules, all the housework will be contracted by dad. Dad looked at it and signed it in all aspects. And said to me: "Good boy, use housework to deal with me, I am convinced." My father and I laughed in unison. Wow! Needless to say, the coup was really a success. From then on, dad and his "old friends"? Goodbye, cigarettes! My family's "environmental problems" have also been completely solved.

Hey hey! Dad quit smoking, I owe him!

A composition about my father.

My father

You, with my love and reverence, grew up with me.

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You may be the most "dereliction of duty" father in the world, but you are the most competent doctor in the world; You may never "recognize" your daughter, but you are proud of her; You may never "care" about your daughter, but you love her?

Storms can't stop you from moving forward; The child's call can't save your determination to save people. For years, nothing has changed.

Dad, dad, where are you going? It's already quiet at night, and Fiona Fang is one hundred miles away. Only that family reflects a faint light, which is a signal for visiting. You, known as Dr. Wang, suffered from the strange disease of coughing and bleeding silk at night because you fell down many times and didn't sleep a wink all night. But, dad, why are you so persistent? Why don't you listen to such advice?

Dad, dad, wake up. You are in a pool of blood, without the spirit of the past and the smile of the past. Dad, you are so weak and you are so "dazzling". Dad, why do you want to work in the northwest? Why are you so good that you can't even eat?

Dad, you didn't teach me "1+ 1=2". Have you forgotten? Then why did you teach me to read more? Dad, you didn't teach me the chemical equation. Have you forgotten? Then why did you tell me that chemistry is very important? Dad, you didn't teach me too much, so why did you shape me into a calm, intelligent, sunny and kind person?

My father, you are my myth. Although you don't have superhuman powers and can't be invulnerable, you have propped up a sky for me and undertaken a lot for me.

Dad, we are not unreasonable children. You don't need to be perfect in front of us, and you shouldn't allow us to see you hurt in order not to be afraid. Those scars will never erase your handsome and temperament.

My brother and I are both strong children, but that day, I heard that you were hurt, and I cried with him. After all, over the years, you have given us too little time, so little that we have never had a chance to repay you, so little that we are only entitled to enjoy the glory you brought. If I can be selfish once, I don't want the admiration of others and all the admiration around me. I only expect you to be an ordinary person. I only expect you to leave us more time. I only expect the family to eat enough reunion dinner. At the moment, I just want a safe and happy family.

Dad, I love you! ! !

A composition about my father.

Thank you, mom and dad.

Mom and Dad, do you understand that my daughter has a lot to say to you?

Remember when I was in kindergarten? At that time, you never picked me up, leaving me alone on the lonely street, watching the hands of the children's potential parents jumping around. Do you understand how much I wanted to cry at that time, but I didn't, because I knew you were busy at work and couldn't pick me up, so I had to go home alone and learn to be strong.

In my memory, I hated going to school and leaving school at that time, because I had to walk alone in the lonely street in my memory for a long time, and I had to endure the impulse to cry alone. When I was dealing with the long street in front of me alone, I complained about you countless times in my heart, but I had to step into the street without my parents.

When I grow up, I get tired of you and often oppose you, and you can only shake your head and sigh, but I don't think so, because I think I have lost my parents' love since kindergarten.

Until that day, I saw from the internet that a college student could not even pack his schoolbag after leaving his parents to live alone. A middle school student is usually skinned by his parents. When he was holding an egg alone, he was actually thinking: how can this egg be peeled without seams? ; A child was separated from his mother and sat on the ground crying. The police came to ask, and he said he couldn't find his home. In fact, the place where he sits and cries is only separated from her house by an alley, which is less than 100 meter!

I was shocked! The love I've always wanted from my parents is this! It turns out that your seemingly indifferent behavior in my kindergarten taught me independence! That I cooked at the age of five, cooked at the age of six, and knew all the housework at the age of seven, which was taught by that indifference!

Mom and dad, I want to say thank you. If it weren't for that indifferent love, I wouldn't have any housework at the moment, let alone independence! Mom and Dad, thank you for giving me indifferent love and learning to be independent. Thank you!

A composition about my father.

Dad, I want to tell you

"Father's love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like the sea." Dad, in my eyes, your love for me is like a mountain. Dad, in my mind, are you a writer, philosopher and mathematician?

The exam is coming, please review with me and help me check the missing parts. I have a problem, you tell me how to solve it and solve it with me; When writing a composition, you carefully examine the questions and analyze them with me; When I was a child, I snuggled up at the foot of your mountain when I slept. You tell me a story?

Once we went to visit Cuihua Mountain. That day, it was raining in Mao Mao, and I was shivering in the ice cave. You wore very little, but when you saw me trembling, you did not hesitate to take off your coat and put it on me. At this time, I felt a warm current pouring into my heart; I am not cold anymore, but you are shivering with cold. However, when I asked you if you were cold, you gritted your teeth and said no. When you grow up, when you look back on the past, you always feel how stupid you are, dad.

You often ask me, "Do I love you?" But my answer is as always: "no" but I want to tell you quietly: "I love you very much."

"Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Father loves me like rain and washes my soul for me; Father's love is like a road, accompanying me through my life. "

Dad, I want to say to you: "I want to study independently and not let you worry, in return for your kindness to me."

A composition about my father.

My dad.

I have a good father. He has Zhang Yuanyuan's face and wears a pair of black-rimmed glasses. There is a small dimple on the left face when you smile. He is approachable and seldom gets angry. He likes collecting stamps, coins, locks, etc. , and a wide range of activities. Usually browse his collection, ancient and modern, Chinese and foreign, everything, like a beautiful picture. In my father's patient and meticulous narration, stories were presented to me at this moment, which made me understand history, broaden my horizons and increase my knowledge.

I have a good father. I remember one day when I was in kindergarten, I was playing on the balcony. Grandma accidentally broke a vase when she pulled the curtain, and the flying debris scratched my ankle, and blood suddenly gushed out. Grandma was scared, too. She put a cloth on my wound and took me to the hospital by taxi. Dad got a call, left work and came to the hospital soon. He hugged me and encouraged me to let the doctor sew up my wound stitch by stitch. He must feel bad, too. He touched my head and praised me as a brave boy. I still remember this scene clearly, and it also made me understand that boys should be strong. For some time after the operation, I couldn't walk, and my father always went to school behind my back to change my medicine. My father must be very tired. It really hurts. During that time, my father paid a lot for me.