A composition describing my father

In study, work or life, everyone has tried to write essays. Composition is the transition from internal language to external language, that is, from compressed and concise language that one can understand to development. The transformation of external language forms into external language forms that have standardized grammatical structures and can be understood by others. I believe that writing essays is a headache for many people. Here are the essays (selected 3) that I compiled for you to describe my father. I hope it can help you. Composition 1 describing my father

In my world, there has always been a giant standing. He will love me even though he is serious; he will understand me and encourage me even if he is unsmiling. He is the source of my life, my only irreplaceable one. He is my navigation, without his guidance, I would have lost my way; he is my air, without his life, I will be as painful as suffocation. Yes, he is my father, a giant in my heart.

I have just finished memorizing the newly learned text. It is already late at night and everything is very quiet. At this moment, I was so sleepy that what I longed for most was rest. I could vaguely hear coughs coming from the study. Could it be that father is not asleep yet? He walked out of the room in confusion. The door to the study was ajar. When he peeked into the crack of the door, he found that it was his father. He sat at the table and counted the bills. After so many years of busy work, his years began to change and he needed to wear glasses. Under the light, his profile looked so tired and old, and his hair seemed to have a few more silver strands.

I don’t know why, but every time I see my father like this, my heart always feels a little painful, as if the giant in my heart is about to fall, but I try hard to support him, but it seems so weak. I can't do anything for him, I can only study and study hard! A few days ago, my father fell ill. He lay in bed for several days before he recovered. I felt so helpless when I saw him. I deeply realize that the giant's youth has been ruthlessly taken away by the years.

As I grow up, I can’t always rely on him. Nine years ago, it was my father who taught me how to be independent. That was when I was in first grade, except for the first day of school, when my father took me to school. In the days to come, my father asked me to go to school by myself. He said that children should learn to be independent from an early age. I complained that my father didn't love me. At that time, my home was not far from the school. I went to school on time every day carrying my schoolbag. But I always vaguely feel a familiar figure at that corner. I turn around and take a closer look, but there are just people coming and going. In the third grade, my father came to Guangzhou. I always tell my mother: "I miss my dad." My mother told me that the familiar figure I was talking about was my father. It turns out that the so-called "not caring" is such a well-intentioned thing. I suddenly realized that it was my father who created my independence.

My father’s diploma is not very high, but his knowledge seems to be endless. I always love to listen to the stories my father tells, whether they are historical, modern or international, etc., I always enjoy them with great relish. "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms" is my favorite book, but rather than reading "The Romance of the Three Kingdoms", I prefer to listen to my father telling me the legendary stories in it.

My father will always be a giant standing in my heart, and he will always be someone I admire. But after going through a long and bumpy road, the giant is a little tired... Essay about my father 2

Father's love is a ray of sunshine that makes your heart feel as warm as spring even in the cold winter; father's love is a clear spring that makes your emotions remain pure and clear even if they are covered with the dust of the years. Even though my father's love is unknown, I would like to integrate my body and mind into it and appreciate the warmth.

I got a movie ticket with two movies on it, one was "Where Are We Going, Dad" and the other was "Frozen". When I was thinking about which one to watch, I I caught a line of text: Family love is a kind of power. Family affection? Then watch "Where Are We Going, Dad"? The family relationship between father, son and father is sacred and inviolable.

I made an appointment to go see it with my classmates. When I arrived at the cinema, big movies flashed in my eyes, but I still decided to watch "Where Are We Going, Dad", probably because of the power of family affection. Accompanied by the singing, we walked into the venue and looked for our seats one by one. Yes, it was in the center. Suddenly, the venue fell into darkness and silence. Light gradually flashed on the big screen, and a huge movie began. "Where Are We Going, Dad" tells the story of five celebrities who will return to their roles as fathers and the 72-hour rural experience of five celebrity fathers and their children. The father alone shoulders the responsibility of taking care of the children's food and daily life. He must complete the task together with his children, and he must also irrigate each child with love.

"Wait a minute, Dad!" made all the audience laugh, and when I was laughing, I remembered a scene. When I was a child, my father was playing games with me. In order to catch I ran and shouted: "Wait a minute, Dad!" After shouting, I stopped running and was caught. I smiled so happily at that time. There was joy, childlike innocence, innocence, and a kind of love melted into family affection in my smile.

Soon, the movie ended, and I still recalled the plot in the movie, nostalgic for the happy scenes, the dark scenes of thinking and talking, the exciting and touching plots, and each scene reminded me of my father. It was my father who gave me a revelation, a lesson, and a love that I couldn’t understand temporarily but would benefit me throughout my life. And this kind of love is what my father has devoted his life to.

There is a kind of love that is wordless and serious. It is often impossible to describe it in detail at the time. However, it makes you feel more and more flavorful in the days that follow. You will never forget it for the rest of your life. It It is the boundless father's love. Walking out of the dark cinema, I found that the outside world was bright. It was my father who was protecting me, and my father’s love was unstoppable. Father's love is as selfless as mother's love, he does not ask for anything in return; father's love is an unknown and invisible feeling that only those who are attentive can understand. A father's love is deep and heavy, like a mountain. Essay 3 describing my father

If the mother is a big umbrella in the home, then the father is the bracket that supports the umbrella. If the mother is the house, then the father is the load-bearing wall of the house.

When I was a child, looking at my father’s tall back, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of security. At that time, my father usually wouldn’t hit me, unlike other people’s fierce fathers. At that time, my father As soon as Saturdays and Sundays come, they will take me out to play. The father at that time was loving.

After I entered junior high school, my study tasks increased, but I did not focus on my studies. As a result, my rankings in several exams were not particularly satisfactory. At this time, my father was also very anxious. Later, after a parent-teacher meeting, my father scolded me. At this time, I also felt a little timid towards my father.

Every time I have a parent-teacher meeting, my heart is pounding. I am most afraid that the teacher will ask our classmates to go back first. At this time, my heart is so frightened that I will talk to my friends to ease the tension. But I'm usually still nervous. I don't dare to turn on the TV when I get home for fear that my father will scold me.

Until a parent-teacher meeting after the final exam, my father came to the house angrily, frightened me silly, took the achievement list and threw it on the table with a snap. At this time, my heart There was a bang, and the palms of my hands became sweaty. Sure enough, all his anger was directed at my grades and recent performance. My father beat me to the ground hard. This was the first time I was hit by my father.

I also remembered this blow deeply in my heart and did not dare to be half-hearted in my studies. From then on, my grades were slowly improved by his blow.

In the past, I only finished my homework at 7:30 in the evening. It wasn't hard work or concentration, it was all blindness. Now I don't dare to blindly do my homework anymore, for fear of being beaten by my father. Now I start to study.

Now, the teacher finally doesn’t look for me much anymore. I used to be a frequent visitor to the office, but now I am rarely invited to the office for coffee by the teacher. Now I have my learning goals. Just waiting for this goal to be achieved.

This is not about to touch history and biology. I will face this exam with the same unconvinced mentality as after being beaten. Father, just wait and see. I will definitely not let you have the chance to hit me next time. I will no longer be nervous about parent-teacher conferences.

To learn well, one is born with a strict father, and to live happily with a disgusting father, a loving father is not as good as a ruthless father, and a kind father is not as good as a strict father.