10 describes my father's prose.

Some people say that the father is the lover of his daughter's previous life. So my father loves my daughter very much, and my daughter is very close to my father, but my father's love is often not found, and he just pays for us without complaint. The following are 10 essays about my father that I brought you. I hope you like them!

Write my father 1

People often say: father's love is a mountain, tall and majestic; Father's love is a pool of water, which is hidden; Fatherly love is a pair of hands, stroking us through spring, summer, autumn and winter; And fatherly love is a tear, a tear full of temperature. I can prove this sentence, because my father is really as great as he says!

Father has short black hair, and occasionally he can find a few white hairs. For me, my father is still so young. Dad likes to wear shirts and looks very handsome. Why doesn't dad wear a suit? Does our family have no money to buy a suit? It's not that dad doesn't want to wear it, it's not that he can't afford it, but that dad wants to save money for my school. Dad has a beard on his chin, shallow eyebrows, a pair of bright eyes embedded in his face and a high nose.

You'll never guess dad's character. He is very gentle. Even though I lost my mobile phone last time, he was patient. He gets a little angry when I'm impatient. Dad is very strict with me. Every time I do my homework, he will stay next to me until I finish checking. Dad can cook and wash clothes, which ordinary men can't do!

Dad is very kind to me. Last time my father and I were walking in the street, it suddenly rained heavily, and the amount of rain could reach to wash away a small tree. Dad desperately cut off the big advertising paper posted on the wall and put it on my head, but he had to go home in the rain. I was worried that dad would be taken away for cutting other people's advertising paper! Although what my father has done for me is still very small, it can be compared with Geppetto, the father of the puppet in Pinocchio.

A loving father loves his son and asks nothing in return. This is my father, my unique father, a good father that I can't exchange for millions!

Write about my father 2

I always feel that my father is strict and always says that this is not good for me, which is wrong. However, recently I realized that I was wrong!

It's cold outside, and snowflakes flying all over the sky are falling silently from the lead-colored sky. The snow is getting thicker and thicker, as if to engulf the whole city. In the room, a solitary lamp gives off wonderful light and warms the whole room. I study under the lamp.

The pen in my hand is written on the paper, and the paper rustles helplessly. Suddenly, the pen stopped writing, and no matter how many times I tried, it still didn't help. "What a broken pen!" I threw my pen on the ground and scolded angrily. The pen fell to the ground and made a crisp sound. This voice is particularly loud on lonely nights. Dad heard the sound and pushed the door in. "What's the matter?" Dad asked me with concern. "It's all this broken pen!" Dad's eyes rested on the pen under the table. Then I bent down, picked up a pen, patted the dust on it and scratched a few times on a piece of white paper. Alas, it still won't work. "Don't you have another pen?" With that, my father picked up my pencil box. "no! This broken pen! " "What can I do?" Dad is also somewhat helpless. After a few seconds of silence, my father said firmly, "I'll buy you one!" " "Then he got up and walked to the door." Don't forget to buy another eraser! "I said to my father." Very good! "Then dad got on his bike and went out. I watched my father gradually disappear in the snow, and suddenly I had an indescribable feeling. Looking back at the clock on the wall, the pointer told me it was eight o'clock.

No pen, let alone homework. I sit on the warm sofa and watch TV lazily, but the wonderful cartoons can't attract my attention today. My heart moves back and forth with the hands of my watch, and my nose is sour at the thought of my father's back disappearing into the snow. I stood up, took out the tea and made a cup of tea for my father. When I remembered it was everywhere, my father came back. His clothes have been wet with flying snow, and his trousers are covered with snow water. "I just fell." Dad said softly, give me a pen and an eraser covered with snow. "Dad, have tea!" I handed the cup. Dad said, "My daughter is so sensible ..." A stream of liquid slipped from my face, which was tears.

Maybe everyone will only find and feel the warmth of maternal love, but fatherly love is also around us. As long as we carefully observe and savor, we will feel the deep fatherly love. I hope everyone will cherish their father's love and repay their father when they grow up.

Write about my father 3

Everyone has different parents. Just as there are no two identical people in the world, even twins have different places for themselves. There are no exactly the same leaves in the world. People and things are different in your eyes. Today I will talk about my beautiful father.

My father's appearance is not much different from others. He has a pair of small eyes and a high nose. When I was a child, I played with him to arch my nose, which caused my nose to collapse, otherwise I would be a handsome guy with a high nose. Dad is a non-smoker, at least I haven't seen him since I was born, but I heard from my mother that dad used to smoke, but in the end he gave up because my mother was pregnant with me and my sister. Because this is a good father.

After my sister and I made mistakes, he didn't hit us, but slowly educated and criticized us. The best he can do is pat you on the back of the head, which is neither painful nor itchy. He especially supports our research. He immediately gave me money to buy the classic romance of the Three Kingdoms in the past. He said you wanted it and I paid for it.

This is my father and the most beautiful father in my heart.

Write about my father 4

Each of us has a father's love, and some can rely on it like mountains; Some are like a cup of hot water, which warms our hearts; Some are like candlelight in the middle of the night, illuminating our way forward. Father is a lamp that gives me endless positive energy.

I still remember when we went back to our hometown together last year, my father was driving on the highway.

I sat in the back and watched my mobile phone while eating bread. After eating, I found that the packaging bag had no place to throw, and it was really annoying to hold it in my hand. I've always wanted to throw it in the car. But dad said that food packaging bags would get bugs in the car, so I had to take them with me. Five minutes, ten minutes ... My hands are like birds in a cage. I want to escape, but I can't escape. I was in a hurry. I glanced at my father and saw him concentrate on driving. I had a bad idea: throw the packaging bag on the highway! That's a good idea. I looked at my father's face carefully again, and threw the bag out on the pretext of opening the window for air. Dad's eyes are really sharp. He saw my behavior in the rearview mirror and asked me seriously, "What did you just throw?" My little heart immediately began to pound, faltering and saying, "packaging bag." Only then did I realize my mistake. Dad said angrily, "Do you know it's dangerous for you to do this?" I was a little wronged and unconvinced, thinking: how can this be dangerous? My hand didn't reach out, and nothing floated over. No, just littering. Is it that serious? Why are you so angry? Even if you are my father, be reasonable! Hum, ignore you! I know that I should concentrate on driving on the highway, so I didn't argue with my father because I was full of grievances.

At a service station halfway, my father and I got off the bus and said to me earnestly, "Do you know how dangerous your behavior was just now? Know the consequences? First, the speed of the expressway is very fast, and there is rubbish on the road. The cleaner is going to pick up the garbage. What if he was hit by a car while picking up garbage? Secondly, if you throw an important object and hit the car behind you, just like a bird hitting a plane, its impact will hurt the lives of the people inside. And if the garbage bag you just threw falls on the windshield of the car behind you, it will block the driver's line of sight, and the car may have an accident because of deviation. What I told you happened on the highway before. This is a lesson of blood. " I listened, shivering in my heart and sweating all over. I didn't expect this random move to cause such a big accident! I won't dare next time. I'm really afraid that the police will come to me. It suddenly dawned on me that my father was so strict not because he didn't like me, but because he cared about me and loved me. Let me form good habits from time to time, and don't cause great consequences because of a little mistake. Now that I think about it, I really shouldn't!

When I grow up from an ignorant child to a sensible teenager, when I have an argument with my child while playing, when I do my homework or eat slowly, when I encounter difficulties, this bright light will silently appear at my side and accompany me to the right path. I like this bright lamp!

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