A composition on the theme of fatherly love

I believe many people have written compositions, especially the most basic and common topic compositions in writing. Topic composition is a composition with a certain topic as its scope, regardless of style or subject matter. Then do you know how to write an excellent topic composition? The following is my 600-word composition on fatherly love (selected 10). Welcome to read the collection.

Nowadays, my father's hands are full of calluses, leaving traces of years. These hands are warm since childhood. ...

His hands are wide and big, rough and strong. His hands have no smooth and moist skin. Forty years of wind, frost, rain and snow have left traces on my father's hands: the wrinkles on the back of his hand are deep, and there are many lines on his palm. The color is brown, much like pine bark. It used to be those powerful hands that took me into the kindergarten, and it was also those unchanging hands that took me through the primary school for four years.

I remember one spring when I was a child, my father took me to fly a kite. At that time, I was not sensible. My little hand is dragging a kite on the grass, but the kite just can't fly high. Naughty, I skipped to my father and said, "Dad's kite can't fly high. Can you make him fly? " Dad smiled and said to me, "OK, I'll let it fly, flying very high." So my father took me in his arms with his warm big hands. Then he gave me the kite string, letting me hold the string in one hand and pull the kite in the other. He ran against the wind until it was strong. He untied the line with me and watched the kite fly into the blue sky together. At that time, I always thought that it was my father's warm hands that gave the kite strength and made it fly in the blue sky.

One night, my father held my hand and said, "When you grow up, you will be taller than me before long.". At that time, I will be old, I have to let you take me away! " "Aside, I didn't say a word, holding my father's rough, calloused but warm hand, and a warm current came to my mind.

That night, in my dream, I dreamed that the big hand was holding the small hand and the small hand was holding the big hand.

People say that "a mother's love is like the sea, and a father's love is like a mountain". However, before I was four years old, I could only experience "a mother's love is like the sea" and "a father's love is like a mountain", and I knew nothing about it, because my father often traveled on business, and it was about a year before I was four years old, so until that New Year's Eve, my memory of my father was almost zero.

I remember that the whole family was in high spirits that year, and my father rushed home for the New Year. But when everyone was happy to welcome the Spring Festival, I had a high fever of 40 degrees. I don't remember why I have a fever, but I remember my dizziness and my family's worries.

The last thing I expected was that my father picked me up and ran to the nearest clinic without saying anything, because my home was too far from the big hospital, and my father was afraid that my illness would get worse and wanted to take me to the nearest clinic. But which clinic should I open in the New Year? But dad was unwilling, and he searched one by one. ...

"Well ... I ... why am I here?" Looking at all the strange things around me, I was surprised and scared, but I saw my parents again, and I was not afraid at once. It turned out that dad couldn't find the hospital yesterday, so he just knocked on Dr. Huang's door. Because Dr. Huang is an old friend of Mom and Dad for decades, he quickly gave me a bottle of intravenous drip and applied an ice pack, which finally brought down my temperature. Then, dad didn't rest all night and kept changing my ice pack. ...

"If it weren't for dad to take care of you all night, how could you get better so fast? Why don't you go see dad when he wakes up? "

Hearing this, my nose hurts. At this time, my father woke up. I quickly brought my father a glass of water and said, "Dad, thank you for taking care of me all night. I'm fine now. Have a good rest! " Dad said happily, "How nice!" It's good! You also have a good rest! "

After this incident, I have a new understanding of the word "dad": it is not only a title, but also a responsibility and a kind of affection!

The love of relatives is nourishing and shining! Dad, I love you forever!

The word "father loves mountains" often floats in my ear, but I am confused by it. Because in my impression, my father just severely criticized me.

The door of memory slowly opens. I remember once, I had dinner with my parents. I turn on the TV and tune in to my favorite TV program. Soon, I will see God. "Have a meal!" Mother told me gently that I went to the table and sat down.

Dinner is ready! I ate a few mouthfuls of food casually, chewed assiduously, glanced at the TV unconsciously, and began to watch intently again. Then, I hastily stuffed a few mouthfuls of rice into my mouth and watched TV with relish. I stuffed everything into my mouth while watching TV. Ouch! I seem to have accidentally dropped a grain of rice. Forget it, whatever! At the right moment, the rice there was trampled by my father again. Alas, what a disaster! Try to convince dad first! But before I could speak, my father said, "Turn off the TV." I looked at my father eagerly, hoping that he could take back what he had just said, but my father didn't even look at me, but I was powerless to refute. I had to turn off the TV reluctantly. I feel that my father is like a cold-blooded animal and doesn't know me at all.

After that incident, I gradually felt that my father actually loved me deeply. I said absently to my father, "I'm going to celebrate the New Year today, so please leave me alone." That day, I just stayed up until one o'clock. The next day, I also went to bed very late. As a result, I got up early in the morning on the third day and muttered, "My eyes hurt." "Come on, let me see." Dad examined my eyes carefully. "Oh, there are bloodshot eyes! I have to give you some eye drops. " When dad said this, I saw a trace of anxiety and uneasiness in his eyes, as if he were more nervous than me. I deeply feel that my father still has me in his heart.

Father's love is a mountain, high and deep, standing there quietly. Let's grow up happily in an environment full of fatherly love!

People often say that a mother's love is like water, and a father's love is like a mountain. But I always feel that fatherly love is like sunshine. You can't see him, but you also need him.

The morning sun gradually covers the earth, the biting wind lingers between heaven and earth, and nature puts on new white clothes for everything and looks full of vitality. The dazzling sunshine broke into my eyes, but I felt uncomfortable all over. My brain was on fire. I was hot and painful. The painful sweat flowed through my face, my lips were unusually dry like dead branches, and I made a hard sound with my burning throat. "Dad ... I ..." Dad said with a little impatience, "What's the matter? It's early morning, but your voice is not quite right today. You have caught a cold again. " How helpless I am, and my resentment towards my father is growing day by day. I happened to see my father go to the kitchen and bring out a cup of hot water. I'd rather drink two sips of water by myself than care about me. How selfish!

After a while, I was still struggling in the quagmire of pain. A warm and slightly rough hand stroked my forehead. "You have a fever. Go to bed and kick the quilt at night ... "My father said with concern. I used to feel annoyed by my father's words, but now I feel that everything is as warm as sunshine. Dad brought a cup of boiled water and medicine and said, "Eat it, it will be fine." I immediately swallowed these pills and drank water. I used to think that pills were crying to death, but now I feel that the package is sweet in my father's heart. Dad added, "Have a rest. You don't have to go to the cram school today. Go out for a run, exercise and breathe some fresh manners. " I feel myself flying in the sky of love, and the warm sunshine caresses my face. My father walked out of my room, and the footsteps and words seemed to be a symphony of love, which made me feel comfortable.

Somehow, my illness soon recovered. I think it should be this kind of sunny fatherly love that helps me to have a healthy body again.

Father loves us in every way. He cares about us and loves us. Maybe his mouth is like a knife, he doesn't care about you, and sometimes he even hurts you, but his heart definitely wants you to grow up healthily in his warm sunshine!

Essay 5, "Only mothers are good in the world ...", is familiar to everyone. The meaning of this song highlights maternal love. Yes, mother has done a lot for our children, such as buying new clothes, toys, solving learning problems, etc ... Mother has done countless things for us, but we can't repay her. Maternal love is great, but do you also think father is great? Some people may say, "Dad has been working and has never taken care of my mother and me. I hate him very much. " Then his face became very angry. But my opinion is different. I think dad works to save money to support his children's education. You just haven't tried and experienced the hardships.

My father only comes home once in a long time, and he often travels on business, but he is very concerned about me. Every time I come back, I will be caring and attentive, especially for my study.

Once, my mother and her colleagues went out for a trip and didn't come back for a week. It was raining, and it was just me and my father at home. Suddenly, my head hurts. When my father knew it, he picked up an umbrella and carried me to the hospital. When I got to the hospital, the doctor said I needed an intravenous drip. I was so scared that I finally reluctantly accepted it under the comfort of my father. In the process of intravenous drip, my father has been taking care of me by my side. Under my father's careful care, my illness will soon be cured.

Another time, it was raining, and my father came to pick me up from school. My father brought an umbrella. On the way home, my father kept holding an umbrella over my head, but the rain and snow fell on me drop by drop, and my clothes were soaked, but I didn't notice it. I didn't know about it until I got home. I learned about it with regret. Why am I only concerned about my father? This matter has been bothering me. Father caught a cold for the sake of the children.

After listening to the above two examples of my father and me, has everyone changed their views on my father?

Fatherly love is the topic of composition 6. Father is a mountain, shouldering the heavy responsibility of the whole family to go to work; Father is the sea, "all rivers run into the sea, with great tolerance"; Father is a mentor, always standing behind you, silently watching you grow up. ...

"Father loves mountains and maternal love is like water." Motherly love is always caring and unrequited love; And fatherly love is silent attention, silent greeting and silent concern. ...

Everyone has his own father, and everyone's father works hard in different positions. Every father has different places, but all have a heavy love, that is, fatherly love. Although father's love is unknown, we can feel the precious love from our father from one ordinary little thing after another.

Ordinary people see the truth.

Dad can't go home until late every day, but he comes to my room first every day. He works hard to make me grow up happily.

Every night, I can feel my father's love.

Climb the mountain to see the truth

One summer vacation, my parents and I decided to climb the mountain and see the scenery on it.

After a while, we arrived at the western hills. Looking up from the foot of the mountain, I saw the mountain towering into the sky. I want to conquer this mountain with more confidence.

We started climbing the mountain at once without delay. At first I was much faster than my parents, so I was far ahead. Then I thought: I must climb to the top of the mountain first! So I climbed harder, but just halfway up the mountain, I was exhausted.

After a while, my father came over, stopped by me and asked me, "What's the matter?" I replied gloomily, "I have no strength."

At this time, my father said to me: "Climbing a mountain is like fighting a protracted war,' persistence is victory'!"

After listening to my father's words, I understand that everything must be adhered to. So, I cheered up again and continued to climb to the top of the mountain!

There are many things that show fatherly love in life. They seem inconspicuous and lack the heaviest feelings in the world to enter your life.

My father is a carpenter, so I grew up on the bench where he played. I am very strong and comfortable.

When he grew up, dad naturally stopped being a carpenter, but occasionally went to visit his carpenter's grave and sweep his grave. I have never seen my father's deep face. I can't imagine his young face. I only see his face at the moment. Like those young faces that come out of my mother's mouth, I won't believe a word. I only understand that he is a strict person who is not good at expressing warmth.

When he was a carpenter, he was always silent, and occasionally he wondered if it was because of his master, but I dared not ask more questions because he was always too fierce. I was a little afraid of him when I grew up, so I didn't ask much.

Only then did I understand whether it was because he was cheated when he was a carpenter in the past or because he was trusted by someone. Maybe it's the first time I was trusted, so I was cheated, which is why everyone cares so much. Dad is a man who doesn't care much about money. Although he has no money in his life, he has never been vague about spending money on me. Even if he was cheated for the first time, he didn't have much memory. It's just that he's never been with that man.

I can't imagine being cheated by someone who trusts me very much. It is not a white lie, but a real deception, mixed with selfish desires and interests.

First of all, this is a very sad thing, no doubt. Besides, I have never experienced such a thing at present, but from what I have heard, I will never forgive such a person. I think cheating is cheating and unforgivable. "It's not good enough to correct mistakes" is not enough there.

Many things can be solved. I can earn again without money. If I do something wrong, I will correct it. But once you break a person's heart, it's hard to make up for it. So, don't hurt others' trust in you, and don't push people who love you away. My father taught me this.

Fatherly love is great, endless and warm. Although my father doesn't know how to show love, he always guards me silently. I am like a grass, and my father's love is a big tree around me, sheltering me from the wind and rain.

I still remember that day, I was going to take the exam. It's raining in Mao Mao outside, and the birds outside the window keep calling, which makes me very upset.

After breakfast, I crammed for the last exercise before the exam. It's raining heavily outside, so I can't calm down and write Chinese calligraphy well. My dad saw it and quickly came over and said, "Writing in Chinese calligraphy is to calm you down, and the exam is a proof of your hard work during this time." You just need to take this as a small test, so you must relax. "

I listened to my father's words, took two deep breaths and began to write. Sure enough, the handwriting is much better than before, and I am very happy.

It's about time. I packed my things and set off for the grade exam. It's been raining, and it's getting worse.

Half an hour later, it's almost the examination room. One thing suddenly flashed through my mind. I always feel something is wrong. I took out everything in my bag and looked at it. Ah! Without sealing, this sudden news made the car talking and laughing suddenly silent.

"Can you finish it without knocking on the seal!" Mom said anxiously.

"No, I can't. If you don't knock the seal after writing the words, it means that you don't write your name in the exam, and you get zero. " Dad is very experienced. "No way out. You go into the examination room first, and I'll go home and get it. " "That's the only way, you Xiong Haizi!" Mother shook her head helplessly and said.

I finished writing in the examination room, just waiting for the stamp, and I don't know how my father is, and whether he can catch up with the time. Thinking that the door of the classroom had been pushed open, I saw what my mother and the invigilator said and hurried over to me and handed me the seal. Dad really brought me the national seal! I knocked on the seal and handed it in.

A few months later, I found on the Internet that I had passed Grade 8. I am so excited. This is all thanks to my father! Without him, I certainly couldn't finish the exam smoothly.

I love you, Dad!

Fatherly love is everywhere in the world, maternal love is great, friendship is long ... There is still a kind of love in the world that is silent, but she doesn't show it-fatherly love.

It was a sunny Sunday, and I was excited to go to the remedial class. Suddenly he killed his father halfway, and his father offered: "Let's go after eating jiaozi! There is still half an hour! " I reluctantly agreed. In a blink of an eye, twenty minutes passed and my father was not ready. I was impatient and picked up my backpack angrily. Just about to go out, my father came out with a steaming jiaozi smile, so I had to sit on the stool silently, just biting jiaozi. "Ah, it burns me!" "I screamed and almost collapsed the house." Bang-"The bowl is broken, and the cute little dumplings run away. I was so angry that I had to rush out. I ran into the street and suddenly a black and white doll appeared in my mind. The black doll said, "You have suffered so much injustice that you should go home and scold your father!"! ""The white doll got angry and said, "You shouldn't knock over jiaozi, whose father worked so hard. You should go back and apologize! ""Suddenly, I didn't know what to do, but I knew I should go back.

I came to my door and looked out of the window secretly. I saw my father carefully pick up the pieces of the bowl and tidy up jiaozi one by one. "Alas-"Dad sighed and went into the kitchen again. "What is Dad doing in the kitchen again?" I'm confused. Ten minutes later, my father was disheartened and brought out a bowl of glutinous rice balls, still steaming, but my father lost his smile.

I saw my father's loss, and I don't know when the tears came out of my eyes. All I can think about is an apology, and my anger has long been forgotten. I rushed in involuntarily, hugged my father and sobbed, "Dad, I'm sorry!" " "When my father saw me, he was suddenly enlightened. I was eating jiaozi excitedly, and it suddenly occurred to me that I was going to a remedial class. I quickly picked up my backpack and left. Father smiled and said, "I'm not afraid of death! " "

Only then did I know that my father loves mountains!

Fatherly love topic composition 10. A father loves mountains, and a mother loves water. The father's love I have is hidden on the bluestone steps in front of the door.

A little sunshine shines on the long stone steps, and the faint moss seems to be thanking the gift of nature. Dewdrops reflect smiles and occasionally moisten the stone steps. Day after day, year after year.

When I was a child, I had to wait until my father came back every day to eat. So my sister and I always sit on the stone steps and look into the distance. It was not until a tired body dragged a long figure in the sunset that we ran over, holding clothes and handing towels and shouting happily, "Dinner!" " "Father picked up one of us and walked home.

Time flies, time flies. Moss on the stone steps, like wrinkles on my father's face, has spread to the corners of my mouth and forehead. Father no longer goes out early and comes back late, and naturally he no longer hugs us, let alone us.

When I grow up, the stone steps no longer wait at dusk. Father's love is becoming more and more obvious. Whenever I do something wrong or fail in the exam, I always sit on the stone steps alone and keep silent. My father would sit over, but he would neither hit me nor scold me, just silently lit a cigarette and looked like a cold stone step with a straight face. We just sat there quietly.

The beauty hidden in the stone steps is the silent but heavy love of my father. A few weeks before the middle school entrance examination, we had to finish school very late every night. That night, I didn't go home until eleven o'clock. Walking to the door, I saw my father sitting on the stone steps, half a cigarette swaying in the breeze. His rickety body looks older and older in the breeze and looks like a sculpture in the dim light. I went over and called "Dad" behind him. He stood up and patted me on the shoulder, smiling and satisfied on his face scarred by years. "Come on, let's go in." It is also bumpy, the stone steps give me a cold touch, but my father's hand gives me a warm current and strength.

The sun is still shining, time flies and the stone steps are silent. Father's love is like a stone step. Although silent, it is hidden. He has been silently waiting for me and never left.

Fatherly love, in fact, has always been there.