Love dad to write a composition.

1. I like my father's composition. In this world, maternal love and fatherly love are the greatest love. My father is no exception, it also has the greatest love in the world-fatherly love!

I remember one day, I did badly in the exam, and I was sure to get a scolding from my father when I came home. I'm still thinking about going home. Hi! Little girl and hero, if you dare to do it, I'd better go home, because dad is not a good person when he is angry. "What's the matter, at home? It took so long to come back. " Dad is serious enough to kill a few cows. "Er ... this ... interesting, dad. We have this ... "I said bravely." The exam results of our exam this week have come out. Hehe, please sign your name ... for me. "

Sure enough, my courage will not be rewarded. I gently closed my eyes, ready to start punishment. "What is this paper! It is not worth making mistakes here. How to get into college in the future? Like you, you won't want to be a successful person in the future ... "Now, I find a few more tears in my eyes. Father talked angrily for a long time, and suddenly said seriously, "Hello, daughter! I'm not talking about you. Your mother had a hard time giving birth to you. I just want you to be a useful person, but now you are so humble, what's the use of raising you? We are working hard outside, you are playing at home, and we just want to have a dependence when we are old! " In a short time, I found that my parents around me were much older and there were a few more tears in my eyes. This is not a sad tear, but a moving tear.

"Dad, I will study hard in the future and won't worry you any more." I whispered with a few tears in my eyes. Dad listened and said, "I will help you with your lessons in the future." You must cheer, I will be proud of you. " "Ok, I'll try. Thanks, Dad." I bowed respectfully to my father. From now on, my grades will become very good, and I will always remember this sentence: being a useful person is already the best reward for my parents.

Motherly love and fatherly love are the greatest love in the world. But the love of parents is everywhere, and sometimes, once again, it is criticized; Sometimes, in an unintentional event, love is the most beautiful emotion at any time.

2. I love my father. It takes one and a half articles to write a composition on this topic. If I were a flower, father's love is the soil to cultivate this flower; If I were a boat, my father's love would be the rudder to guide me. If I were a kite, my father's love would be to pull my rope.

My father is not good at words, but he is strict. When I was a child, Excellence was my father's pride. When I grow up, Excellence is no longer a perfect test paper. My father's expectations began to become a burden to me, making it difficult for me to realize them. Father began to find that his daughter, who once made him proud, always let him down in life. His father talked a lot at the dinner table, so he didn't dare to eat with his father.

In the drizzle, my father came and I wanted to run away. My father pulled me up and I cheered up. We hug in rainy spring.

Hearing these words, an indescribable heat wave came to my mind. My heart was wet, but it was dried by him in this heat wave of fatherly love.

I fell asleep sweetly. In this sweet fatherly love, I dreamed that the bare tree actually grew green buds, and the color was so bright green and full of vitality.

I lay quietly in bed, and the moon couldn't bear loneliness, but it still lifted its veil and spilled its radiance to the world. Imagine, maybe she planted the seeds of love, so it is no longer dark. My father and I must have received a seed. My father's seed is more cultured and exudes sweet love.

Perhaps, father's love is a thorn in the flower branch, and children are attractive roses. With the protection of thorns, with the pain and love of thorns, children can be more brilliant and fragrant.

I think, father's love is solid, like a mountain, you can get close to it and feel its breadth and thickness; Father's love is warm, like a fireplace, and you can feel its heat and warmth beside it.

At that moment, I realized that it was not my father who didn't love me. His love is deep. The more he loves me, the more strict he is with me. It was my father's sternness that gave me a more precious property-self-reliance. I am ashamed that I didn't understand my father's love until now.

Looking back, my father was a mountain. He stood tall in my heart, so tall and so green. Father is a down-to-earth, sincere, diligent, simple, honest and loyal person. Father's love is not good at words, but only by heart.

When I first cried for the darkness and pain of this world, my father lit up my whole world like the red and bright sun rising every day on the other side of the mountain. Bundles of brilliant light strung my childhood into a ballad, and I swung around on the swing of time, carefree. My father's beard rubbed my innocent laughter and filled the mountains. Although sometimes it is too naughty, it will also taste a slap, the birds stop singing, and the forest is empty. It took me a long time to know that fatherly love is a beard and a slap.

Father's eyes are so deep, it has been urging me, but two fences have been erected around me to correct my direction. When I did something wrong, my father's eyes collided with the silent thunderbolt, which shocked my heart. My father is so stingy when I do a good deed and wait for praise. His seemingly casual eyes always pull my eyes higher and farther.

My father's footprints are deep and big. I will always linger in the footprints under his back, touch the texture soaked with vicissitudes of life with tender hands and understand my father. The extension of time has turned my father's footprints into two parallel lines. I leaned on my father's footsteps with my arms and read every chapter. My father kept writing this silent book for me, and I gradually remembered the good, evil, honor, disgrace, bitterness and joy ... My father's blood surged in my veins, and I began to measure my life by my father's size ...

Father's love is a blue ocean. I went boating on the sea, but I never saw my father's deep eyes.

It turns out that in this world, fathers play similar roles! Father is still the one who seems to beat you and scold you the most!

3. Write a composition "Parents' Love". The love of parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born and came into this world, our parents have always loved us. Parents' love is natural love for our children. It is like rain from heaven, which can maintain the largest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful life. Carefully sewing clothes for her wayward son, completely mending them, fearing that he would be delayed to go home, but three wisps of spring reported how much this inch-long grass loves mother like the bright sunshine in spring, bringing me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; My mother's love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation. That bit of love has become my strong backing, making me feel empty all the time. My father's love is deep and informal. My father's love always gives me the right guidance when I make mistakes. When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain. Speaking of parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude. My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness? My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child. They told me stories about the 25,000-mile Long March, Zhou Enlai and Lei Feng, and the bombing of a bunker in Dong Cunrui ... They told me to be cautious, be sincere to others, not tell lies, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay kindness with kindness, and know how to get something for nothing ... I always naively thought that it was natural for parents to take care of their children. Looking back now, what a great spirit it was. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power motivates them. I don't understand, but it may be a responsibility, a love for children, selfless or loving, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us, indeed. Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she still works. When I study at night, my father comes to tutor me and teaches me to do every problem carefully. My parents educate me every day. Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day is small, and some are big. In the face of this kindness from my parents, I should turn my gratitude into practical action of filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents.

4. Write a 600-word composition with fatherly love. If a mother's love is compared to a blooming lily, which exudes charming fragrance in every corner, then a father's love is a jasmine flower, which silently spits fresh fragrance in a corner! Only the greatness of maternal love has been praised, but who knows the moral of fatherly love!

The word fatherly love is so ordinary, but this kind of love is so extraordinary.

A jasmine flower may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Father's love is like this, as quiet as jasmine. No matter where you are, your father's loving eyes will accompany you all your life.

I am about to enter junior high school, and my homework is heavy. Finish your homework on time, and don't finish it until 9: 10. My father often complains that I don't hurry. I am used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table. My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How could you do this?" ! I don't believe you have the spirit to listen tomorrow. What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times have I told you, but I just won't listen! "Say that finish, don't sympathize with me, and gave me a slap in the face, walked out of my room and slammed the door. What a loud voice. I turned off the light and went to bed immediately. I felt greatly wronged in my heart and thought, "Others can't finish their homework. What's wrong with me doing this? "Just a little procrastination. What's the matter? Can you blame me? " This slap made my tears flow like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable. My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him, often with hostile eyes. I am very sad, and I am also very sad. I reread those words in my memory every day and always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I was determined to turn iron into steel. Other children have finished their homework and are still playing downstairs. If you study like this every day, how can your body hold up? Dad wants you to learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night. Love your father. I saw traces of tears on that note, and I was a little shaken. I wrote back; Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It is my fault that I treated you like that. But you must understand me. Other people's children finish their homework quickly and then go out to play. I can't. I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears and filled with great regret. I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket. At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love. I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I was wrong!" " "After two letters, I met my father, but I didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm! "He left me another note: Son, dad believes in you, you pursue your goal, dad doesn't ask you to do anything, just do it as long as you feel right! I deeply felt my father's love and care for me. Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love.

5. How to write a composition on the topic of dad's love?

I sat in front of my father's bed and held his hand. In the past, those solid and broad hands became so thin and weak, with slender fingers and bare veins. Touching my father's bones and muscles, my heart twitched and I couldn't help frowning and closing my eyes to suppress the pain in my heart. Why is my strong and tall father missing? Thought of here, my eyes filled with tears. I looked at my father's haggard face with tears in my eyes and didn't know what to say. I just looked at my father silently. I felt the love in his eyes and read everything. Dad, are you blaming yourself? You told me with apologetic eyes. Are you blaming yourself for not bringing us up and for not giving us more care and love? No, dad. I want to say that I am not the one who should blame myself and repent! Think about how much you have paid over the years and how much I have paid? I'm so stupid.

Why can't I understand all this earlier and cherish it? Because my fantasy has not come true, I despise you and this family. I envy other people's parents with higher education, their family background and everything ... I also secretly thought that if my parents changed, I might become an artist, a pop singer or a young poet. Look, how heavy my vanity is! Talking about you a few days ago, Uncle Yang said: Although your father has no education, he is much greater than some educated people! He decided that public things just can't be taken and can't go through the back door, but why can't those people do it? But such a good person ... alas! Dad, I am so proud and ashamed to hear this-for those childish and absurd ideas. Can you forgive me, Dad? You didn't answer, but I saw it. I saw the look of relief in your eyes. You smiled-in your heart.

Dad not only takes care of the flowers himself, but also often helps us to spray water, weed, prune and kill insects when we finish our homework. While working, he explains the characteristics of various flowers and the knowledge of flower cultivation. Once, I saw a branching flower and asked, "Dad, why did you plant this?" Look at that long branch, there is not even a flower. "Dad didn't answer me immediately, but asked me," Xiaohong, when enjoying the cool at night, there is a faint fragrance. Do you smell it? " "hmm!" I nodded my head. Dad gently stroked the flower and said affectionately, "It's called cordate telosma. It does not dispute beauty, quietly opens at night, and exudes a faint fragrance. What a noble character! " I watched cordate telosma and listened to my father's words, lost in thought ... After a pause, my father asked me again, "Xiaohong, what's your favorite flower?" "That pot, epiphyllum." "Oh, epiphyllum? Why? " "It's so expensive!" Dad pondered, and after a long time, he said slowly, "Epiphyllum is rare, but its character is not commendable." "Have you ever learned the idiom" a flash in the pan "? Don't be a epiphyllum! " Then, my father told us about the elegance of Clivia, the stubbornness of plum blossoms and the nobility of chrysanthemum ... My father's words flowed into our hearts like dew. Finally, my father gave me a pot of cactus, asking me to learn from it, not afraid of cold and heat, giving my brother a pot of mimosa with strong self-esteem, and asking my brother to guard against arrogance and rashness and be open-minded and eager to learn. I had a sweet dream that night. In the dream, my brother and I turned into flowers, and my father was trying to spray water, prune and kill insects for us. ...

6. Fatherly love composition 400~500 words Fatherly love

There is a kind of love that affects your motivation when you fail; There is a kind of love that inspires you to continue your efforts when you succeed; There is a kind of love that urges you to make up when you make a mistake. There is a kind of love that inspires you to cheer up when you give up. This kind of love is called fatherly love.

Fatherly love is not as gentle, warm and comfortable as maternal love, but fatherly love has its unique color. It is deep, it is implicit, and it is silently dedicated to its children; It's practical, it's true, and it's always been like this.

Dad's love for me is special. I remember learning to ride a bike when I was six years old. Dad holds me, and I dare not ride. As soon as dad let me go, I stopped riding. My dad was so angry that he let it go in the middle. I was sensitive and stopped at once. The car was unstable and fell. I fell down and cried, too. My mother couldn't bear to see it, so she ran to coax me, but my father stopped her. Father said, "If you want to learn to ride a bike, how can you not wrestle?" Then hug me in the car and continue to teach me. This time, I dare not be careless. I was so absorbed in cycling that I didn't notice that my father had let go. In this way, I learned to ride a bike. I secretly praised myself for being really smart, but I didn't expect my father's efforts.

Another time, I knocked over Aunt Wang's rice bag and spilled rice all over the floor, leaving me at a loss. At this time, I saw my father's eyes, worried and happy, worried about how my father would blame me, and happy that my father should help me deal with this matter. I looked at my father with helpless eyes, hoping that he could do something for me. But my father told Aunt Wang that I had to bear the mistakes I made and let me take the rice back to the bag. I choked back my tears and picked up all the meals. I was hungry and tired, and my heart was full of confusion. Other people's fathers are "afraid of falling in their hands and melting in their mouths" to their children, but why should my father do this? When I got home, I forgot to complain, ate in a hurry and went to sleep. At night, I vaguely heard my mother's voice. She reproachfully said to her father, "The child is too young, why let her do such a job!" " "Dad said," If the child made her own mistake, she should bear it herself. If I do this, it will be good for her when she grows up. "At that moment, I understood what fatherly love is.

What is fatherly love? It is subtle warmth, it is painstaking to children, it is special, it is sincere.

7. I love my father's 400-word composition. My father has a pair of round eyes, a head of hair, and his nose is flat on his wide mouth. My father is very great. See how good my dad really is. Don't!

My father is a warm-hearted man. One day, when my father came back from work, I poured him a glass of water to quench his thirst. But suddenly, my neighbor's grandmother's phone broke down, and my father knew that the water put in his mouth was directly put on the table, so he quickly went to grandma's house. Father went to the old woman's house to set up their carved flowers, and the phone will be ready soon. When I got home, my father picked up the glass of water and drank it in one breath, showing how tired my father was.

My father is not only warm-hearted, but also likes studying very much. Once again, my grandmother got up in the morning to cook a meal and went to the ground with a hoe on her back. My grandmother asked me to have dinner with my father when she left. I went to the ground with my grandmother after dinner. When I came back, I saw my father turn over a little. Where's my dad? He is reading with relish. My father really forgets to eat and sleep!

My father is also very kind to me. Although our family is not rich, as long as I ask my father to buy something for me, my father will definitely buy it back for me. And my father didn't help me with my study every day, which made my study improve a lot at once. My father is my idol.

I am proud of having such a father! Do you envy children?

8. Write a 450-word "Daddy's Love" Daddy's Love 500-word composition Daddy's love is like a clear spring, flowing in my heart forever.

In the summer vacation of senior one, my father invited many students to visit the Science and Technology Museum in order to praise my final exam 100. On the way to the Science and Technology Museum, I felt a sense of superiority because all three courses were 100. On the way, I reported all the shortcomings and advantages of other students as a "running account" and asked them how to learn from me and my learning methods.

At this time, I found my father's expression extremely serious, so I asked my father what was wrong, and my father replied very gently: "Nothing." Obviously, dad was a little angry, but I didn't know why dad was angry, so I muttered, "It doesn't make sense."

On the way home from the science and technology museum, my father sent the other students home first, and immediately gave me a "duel". "How can you be wrong! ? Do other students have no self-esteem? You got 100 in all three exams. Do you think it's great? A person who only values achievements and doesn't know how to respect others is also looked down upon. You are so proud, you will definitely not get 100 in the third exam next year, and you will be surpassed by many people! " At this time, I found my father's eyes red.

I thought: Yes, don't others have self-esteem? Can't I consider other people's feelings? Won't others hate me because I'm too proud? Finally, I couldn't help crying. Those are tears of sadness and regret.

Dad, I was wrong! In the following days, whenever I want to praise myself again, I will think of what happened that night and stop. Dad, although there is nothing earth-shattering, everything he says will benefit me for life.

Dad's love is strict and selfless, which is the most precious wealth for me. = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = = There are some white hairs in my black hair. My face is a little dark, but my eyes are bright. That's my father.

Dad is forty years old, but he is still childlike. When I learned to play yo-yo by accident in the fourth grade, I bought one and finished my homework and went home to play.

At this time, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to give it a try. He said to me, "Son, lend your father a play." So, I handed the yo-yo to my father.

Dad couldn't play at first, and the ball was always out of control. He didn't learn it after a long time. Dad looked worried, so I said to him, "Wait until the yo-yo slides to the bottom, and then pull it up."

Dad tried several times and learned several tricks such as "sleeping" and "walking the dog"! The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he played, the more interested he became, and he didn't want to put it down for a while. My mother looked at my father's playful appearance and said, "It's 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an old urchin!" "Ha ha ..." A burst of happy laughter broke out at home.

Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work seriously. A few days ago, my father installed a computer in his office, which contained many games! I really want to have fun.

It happened that my dad was going to the office today, so I quickly asked my dad for permission. Unexpectedly, he said to me sternly, "How did you learn to take advantage of the public at an early age?" I ran into my room angrily, slammed the door hard and shouted at my father's back: "Old stubborn man!" " Unexpectedly, my father never came back after he left, so I had to go to bed.

I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet. I saw the light in the study on. It turned out that my father was writing materials, and the wastebasket beside the desk was full of sweat. He found me, looked at my bloodshot eyes and said, "Hurry to sleep, there will be a class tomorrow." I know my father's stubborn temper, so I have to say, "Dad, go to sleep quickly."

I went to bed. However, I can't sleep for a long time.

The moon, walking in the sky, the stars, blinking naughtily, while my father is still writing that material. I'm proud that I have a conscientious "child's play" father.

= = = = = = = = = = = = = = Dad is a loving person. He has an infatuated love for his work, sincere love for his family and deep respect for his elders. Only his love for his daughter makes me feel unspeakable.

The earliest and deepest love in memory was at the age of four. In the morning, my father told me mysteriously that someone would send me something at night. I asked excitedly and coquetry, "Dad, Dad, what is that?" Dad smiled and shook his head and refused to say.

I spent a day in excitement and expectation. In the evening, the family was sitting in the house, and dad finally came in and ate fruit for a while. Then my father whispered to me, "honey, go and have a look in the corridor." Maybe the gift has been delivered. "

I quietly opened the door and saw a tall toy giraffe with a bag of oranges around its neck in the corridor. I cried happily, "Wow, the gift has arrived!" " "Everyone in the room laughed. I didn't jump on the toy at that time, but jumped on my father's arms. I feel so happy and happy! When I was five years old, my father and my colleagues went on a trip. On my birthday, my father couldn't come back, so he sent a card that said, "Happy birthday, baby!" " "There is a picture of a long-haired puppy with long ears. I naively called my father: "Why is the puppy's hair so messy?" "Because the bitch is too busy to comb!" Dad said with a smile.

I also smiled naively. My father gave me selfless love, which made me feel extremely happy and happy! It took me a long time to realize my father's good intentions. My father lived in a harsh environment when he was a child. The father wants to make up for his daughter's childhood life and make her childhood carefree and happy.

I often worry about my father's selfless love, the depth of his love and the truth of his love. People often say that maternal love is great, but I want to say that fatherly love is equally great and selfless! =========================。

9. Write a composition on the topic of Mom and Dad, I love you. The love of mom and dad is priceless. Sometimes, an encouraging look, a harsh scolding and a warm smile are all from the love of mom and dad. All the past events touched me very much. This is the process of my growth. My father went to work in other places after I was born, and it was just me and my mother at home. I loved to cry when I was a child, and I always cried. My mother had no choice but to ask my grandmother to take care of me. At that time, we lived in Silipeng Street Office, and the living conditions were very difficult. When I was one year old, I was sent to my grandmother's house in the countryside. Two years later, I have reached the age of kindergarten. Because my mother usually scrimps and saves, we finally moved into a new house. But my mother is engaged in family planning, and she is very busy at ordinary times, but she has never complained. Rain or shine, my mother still gets up with me every morning to send me to my new home. Then I hurried to work. Now, I'm in grade five. Although my mother's love for me is not earth-shattering, it moistens my heart like spring rain. Although sometimes my mother scolds me when I make a mistake, as the saying goes: beating is pro, scolding is love. This may be another sign that my mother loves me. Now, my father has moved back to work in Wuhan and can go home every weekend, which adds a lot of fun to our life. Dad's. I didn't understand why my mother said this before, but now I understand: my mother raised me hard at home for ten years before I grew up. I swear: I will study hard and repay them when I grow up. Parents' love is selfless, priceless and the most beautiful emotion in the world. It will light up my life.