Father likes silent composition.

No matter in school or in society, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. Writing a composition can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. How to write a good composition? The following is the silent composition of fatherly love that I collected for you. Welcome everyone to learn from it, I hope it will help you.

Father loves wordless composition 1 I love my father. When I learn to write, I always want to write about my father with my pen. When I began to write down the word "fatherly love", everything my father had done for me would come to my mind. From knowing love, I feel the happiness and joy in my father's life, that is, fatherly love.

When I was a child, my father brought me endless happiness. In ordinary little things, there is a deep fatherly love. As I grow taller, I taste the power of father's love more and more.

Father's love is like a wall, shielding me from the wind and rain. I remember one weekend, I spent two days in my hometown. In the afternoon, my father took me back to the county seat by bike. The wind on the road was chilly, and I shrank behind my father. My father noticed that I was a little cold and said, "Stick your body behind your father and put your hands in his pockets." I put my head on my father's back and put my hands in his pockets. After a while, I felt that my hands were not cold and my body was not so cold. In the street, watching my father's hair blown by the wind, I couldn't help but grab my father's cold hand.

Father's love is spring breeze, which warms my young childhood. Whenever I go to school, my father holds my hand and tells me to be careful when crossing the road. At this time, I will say affectionately, "Go home, I can do it alone." Whenever I am sad, my father will put down his work and come to comfort me and tell some jokes to make me happy. Whenever I get sick, my father will bring medicine and water and tell me some stories to make me forget the pain of illness. Whenever I do something wrong because of carelessness, my father uses that stern expression to let me know that carelessness is a stumbling block to success. Whenever I fall behind, my father encourages me to say, "Don't lose heart, get up from where you fell." . Believe in yourself, you are the best. "

Father's love is a pair of warm big hands, holding my colorful childhood! I grow up happily in this silent fatherly love!

Father loves wordless composition 2 "Your father watched football all night last night." My mother told me mysteriously when she got up early in the morning.

"Gee, dad has never been interested in football, and he can fall asleep even watching it. How is this possible ... "Thinking, my father walked out of the room step by step, his eyes were bloodshot, and he obviously didn't sleep all night.

"Dad, how was the football match yesterday?" I asked jokingly. Dad was stunned at first, then reluctantly smiled and said, "Great, I scored several goals."

"Well, the two teams in the game? Which team won in the end? " I asked. "It should be ..." Dad said hesitantly, "I won't tell you, I have something to do." Said in a hurry out of the door. There must be a mystery in this. I'll ask my mother, and her mother just smiled bitterly. It seems that we can only rely on ourselves, so we have to find a way to scout ourselves.

In the evening, as soon as Mom and Dad entered the room, I quietly went to the door to eavesdrop, expecting the answer to be announced. "You don't go to the living room to watch TV tonight, have a good sleep! I haven't slept for several days. " My mother nagged, and I was obviously a little excited. I've got into the subject. I listened secretly, and my ears got closer. "Hey, what does this have to do with my exam?" I have some hopes and doubts, and I can't wait to get through the door. No, just hold your horses and don't give up halfway. Soon, my father spoke again: "You know me. You know my snoring. Even you can't stand it, let alone the child. Although there are walls, you should have a guaranteed sleep during this time. The exam is coming soon. "

There was footsteps, so I ran back to my room. Soon the TV turned on. I quietly opened the door and saw that the stereo was 0 and there was a cup of coffee on the table. ......

Father loves silent composition 3. I'm in the third grade. Dad spends his energy reading my composition every day in order to improve my writing level. My father's love was deeply buried in my heart, which gave me confidence in writing.

My father is busy with business. At the end of the day, he is always tired and backache. But every night, he always lies in bed and reads me some good compositions while resting. Sometimes, I ask my father, "Why don't you go running? Don't go to the game? " Dad always smiled and said, "reading composition is much happier than watching a ball game in fitness!" " "Looking at my father who never speaks Mandarin, in order to read my composition, he picked up half-baked Mandarin and read my composition patiently and emotionally. My heart is very warm.

Many things happen. With the help of my father, I was afraid of writing a composition, and earth-shaking changes have taken place: I remember that once, Teacher Bai asked Don to write a composition, and my composition "Scenes in Dreams" was read by the teacher as a model essay in front of the whole class. I am very excited. When I was happy, I silently said, "Thank you, Dad!" " "

Nowadays, it has become a habit to lie in bed and listen to my father read his composition every day. At that time, it was the happiest moment of my day.

People say that maternal love is great, but I think fatherly love is even greater, because fatherly love is never expressed, but always put into action.

For four hours, I always thought that there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. Mom can take me anywhere I want to go, buy my favorite food, and help me wipe my tears when I cry. However, I have only personally felt that fatherly love is as great as maternal love.

When I was a child, my father always ran around in his career and rarely asked me. I used to envy other people's fathers, who could tutor children and give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently.

However, since my first day in junior high school, my father has been more concerned and more strict with me. He bought me a lot of review materials and studied in sync with me. He is both my classmate and my teacher. I help him with his English, and he helps me with my math. We learn from each other and improve each other. My father is like a different person, so he cares about me and loves me. For me, he accompanied me to study late into the night. For me, he waved to the computer; He even gave up many banquets for me. Seeing my father's gray sideburns, my heart is crying.

In retrospect, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. I blame my father for not spending more time with me, for not often helping me with my studies, and for my father. Too many, too many! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. It was not that my father didn't love me before, but that he gave me unknown and unobtrusive love. My father told me stories and taught me how to be a man. He loves me. Buy me a lot of toys, he loves me; In order to let me go to school, he rushed to his career and he loved me. When I fell, he encouraged me to stand up and become strong. He loves me. Now think about it, my father has paid too much love for me and this family.

At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking of my father's wrinkles, thinking of my father's white temples, tears could not help but flow down my eyes and wet my pillow again and again.

Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, you are my eternal pride.

Father's love is wordless composition 5 "People have joys and sorrows, and the moon is full of rain and shine." I read a poem while looking at the night sky outside the window. Today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, but the bright moon is like a shy girl, mostly in the clouds. Therefore, there is not even a star in the sky tonight, only a trace of coolness. This is the second time I haven't been with my family.

After the Mid-Autumn Festival, there are many poems in my heart, such as "Looking at the frost on the ground before the moon shines on the bed" and "Looking up, I found it was moonlight, and then sinking, and I suddenly remembered home". Attachment to family and yearning for relatives are like cigarettes drunk on the plain being dragged to the endless horizon by the wind.

Once I didn't spend the Mid-Autumn Festival with my relatives, my young heart suddenly felt a sense of loss, and only bitter tears flowed on my face. I miss my loved ones and think of my father in this quiet night sky.

My father is a doctor. He is busy in the shop all day. Every holiday, dad has no time to accompany us. My father often says to me, "Tell the moon what you want to say, and it will tell me what you say." I asked my father, "Can the moon really talk?" My father gave me a beautiful vision. Maternal love in life is meticulous, like cloves, emitting charming fragrance. But my father's love was deeply hidden in that full moon. Outside the window, the moon is still hiding in the clouds. I look at the sky and think about my father's love, which makes me feel that I am not lonely and affectionate! Still passing by in this quiet night sky!

Father likes quiet. My father is tall and big, and he doesn't talk much. You will say that my father must be very serious, right? No, my father is a very kind person.

Dad works in other places and can only come back twice a month. He calls every day to ask about my mother and me. Sometimes when I do something wrong, my mother always yells at me, but my father patiently warns me. In my heart, my father's love is like a pair of warm big hands caring for me.

Once in the middle of the night, I suddenly had a high fever of nearly 40 degrees. My mother called my father from other places. Although I couldn't see his expression at that time, my father's anxious voice came from the mobile phone. "Please use the antipyretic sticker to paste it on your child!" When mom told dad that there was no antipyretic patch at home, dad immediately urged mom on the phone: "Wipe his arms and armpits with some alcohol to help him dissipate heat!" " In the morning, before dawn, a short message came from my mother's mobile phone. I asked her who she was. My mother told me, "It's a text message from my father. He is afraid of calling to wake you up! " "When my father learned that my fever had not subsided, he rushed home non-stop and accompanied me to check the infusion. In the evening, my father lay beside me, touching my forehead and covering me with a quilt from time to time. My heart is warm and I feel half sick.

Although my father's love for me is only a small matter, it is as thick as a mountain and as boundless as the sea.

Father's silent composition 7 wind, silent, blowing green the earth; Love, silence, moistens the soul.

I used to think that my father was a callous person.

When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.

After I fell, my mother helped me up, and my father stood by and called me up.

When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who comforted me.

It was my mother who blew out the candles with me on my birthday. It is my father who blows balloons for me.

When I was sick, when I went to the outpatient clinic for intravenous drip, my hands trembled slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my mother and my father who left me silent.

..... because my father can't express his feelings, or ...

I began to look for the answer with my heart.

That time, there was something wrong with my bike. It was repaired the next day, and it was very polished. Afterwards, I realized that it was my father.

Every time I come home from school, I can almost eat hot meals. I know, my father made it.

Every time I get angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen always lights up. I know, it was my father.

Every time I meet a problem that I can't solve, my father will always come and explain patiently. I know that my father actually loves me.

At the bedside, my beloved alarm clock was repaired by my father.

The mark on the windowsill was carefully erased by my father.

The paper and sharpened pen on the table are made by my father. .

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Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence!

Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is silent and warms the heart.

Fatherly love, speechless.

Father loves wordless composition 8. The wind is silent, blowing green the earth; Love, silence, moistens the soul.

I used to think that my father was a slow person.

When I was a child, my mother accompanied me when flying kites, and my father picked up kites.

Learning to ride a bike, my mother helped me fall down, and my father stood by and called me up to continue.

When I was a child, I was in trouble. It was my father who hit me and my mother who gave me the medicine.

It was my mother who gave me a birthday party and blew out the candles with me. It is my father who blows balloons for me.

Finger infection, when I went to the hospital to pull out my broken nails, my mother held me trembling slightly and repeatedly told me not to be afraid. It was my father who was held tightly by me without saying a word.

Is it because my father can't express his feelings, or ...

I began to look for the answer with my heart.

There is something wrong with my bike. The next day, it was repaired and polished. Afterwards, I learned that my father did it.

In the morning before the exam, I always put my sharpened pencil on my desk. Later, I realized that my father did it.

When I am angry about a sudden trip, the TV screen is always on. I know, it was my father.

When I come home from school, I can almost eat hot food. I know, my father cooked the meal.

The file on the desk was put by my father.

The beloved alarm clock at the bedside was repaired by my father.

The mark on the wall of the hut was erased by my father.

Suddenly, I realized that it was not my father's "dullness" but my stupidity. I didn't realize the warmth behind silence!

Light is silent and illuminates the earth; Love is silent and warms the heart.

Fatherly love, speechless.

Father loves nothing. My father is an ordinary man, but he loves me in every way. Dad loves me like a mountain and won't rush me every day like my mother. But he accompanied us with deep but silent fatherly love. Although he sometimes accuses me, I have no complaints.

What dad values most is honesty. He promised us to go to the Inner Mongolia prairie, but it didn't come true for a long time. But in the summer vacation of grade three, I had a wonderful 9-day trip with him. I am very touched. If dad doesn't love me, how can he take me out to travel? Although silent, it contains fatherly love. Every time I do my homework, my father will open the door to see me. This glance often lasts more than 20 seconds. Among them, there is a deep father's love. Why else would he look at me?

Last summer vacation, our classmates next to Century Garden had a big party and went swimming in the community. After swimming for a while, I felt very hot and took off my swimming cap. At this time, my father told me: "Take the swimming cap quickly, or you will catch a cold." I didn't care at that time, so I went home to take a shower. The next day, I caught a cold. He took good care of me during my cold.

What moved me most was this one thing:

On a dark night, my father was drunk when he made trouble. At this moment, Wang Haoming called and invited me to play table tennis, and I accepted. But when I saw my father drunk, I was worried. I thought my father would not go, but his answer surprised me. I can't believe he's going. He's going with me. I am worried about his health, but he insists that I can't repent.

When I got home, I was sad to see my father exhausted. Later I learned that my father did it for my own good. At this moment, two lines of tears flowed from the corner of my eye.

Ah, father loves nothing!

Fatherly love is a silent composition 10 Fatherly love is like an umbrella, sheltering you from the wind and rain; Father loves like rain, washing your soul for you; Father's love is like a road, accompanying you through your life. Fatherly love will never be as delicate, exposed and meticulous as maternal love, but we will always find the greatness of fatherly love inadvertently.

The waves beat the beach like naughty children. And I lay leisurely on the swimming ring, drifting with the flow, so I melted into the sea in such infinite silence. Mom and dad are lying on the sofa by the sea, drinking juice and chatting. Everything is so sweet and happy. Suddenly, the wind became violent, and only the sound of "rushing" was heard, and the people next to it screamed and rushed to the shore. I looked at my father blankly, only to see what he seemed to be saying in a hurry. I couldn't hear anything except the loud noise of the waves. In the dim light, I saw my father running towards me, picking me up and trudging desperately to the seaside. At this time, my father didn't forget to wrap me tightly with a towel to keep me warm. I looked at the sea and found that my swimming ring had been swept away by the big waves. I broke out in a cold sweat: if my father had not given his life to save me just now, I would have been swept away by the big waves with the swimming ring. Back at the hotel, my father, who had caught a cold, was even more ill, but for my happiness, my father accompanied my mother and me through the whole tour route. I endure unbearable pain.

Father always gives silently, but never asks for anything in return. His love is speechless. "But how much love an inch of grass has, holding three spring rays." I think, even if I repay my father all my life, I may not be able to repay him. This is the father's love that we often ignore.

Father loves no words 1 1 hour. I always thought there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. Mom can take me anywhere I want to go, play with me, buy my favorite food and wipe my tears when I cry. After growing up, I personally feel that fatherly love is as great as maternal love.

When I was a child, my father was always busy with rural doctors and spent little time with me. I used to envy other people's fathers. They can play with children and meet all their requirements. But I can only cry silently.

Since primary school, my father has bought me review materials and accompanied me to study. Dad is both my classmate and my teacher. I help him with his English, and he helps me with my math. We learn from each other and make progress together. Dad cares about me very much. For me, he accompanied me to study late into the night; For me, he waved to the computer; For me, he declined many friends' banquets.

In retrospect, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. I once complained that my father couldn't play with me more. My father didn't often help me with my studies. Dad … too much, too much! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. It wasn't my father who didn't love me before. What he gave me was unknown love, which would not be publicized. He loves me so that I can go to school and run my career. He loves me, and when I fell, he silently paid attention to me and encouraged me to stand up. Now that I think about it, my father has devoted a lot of effort to us and this family.

At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moon in the night sky, thinking about the wrinkles on my father's forehead and the white hair on his head, tears could not help but flow down the corner of my eyes and wet the pillow towel again and again.

Dad, I love you, love your dedication, love your silence, dad-you are my eternal love!

Father loves no words 12 maternal love is like water, and father loves mountains. Father's love is heavy, it will not be as soft as mother's love like spring breeze. Father's love is like a mountain, which gives you a support when you need it. Father's love is like a tree, sheltering you from the wind and rain. ...

Fatherly love is different from maternal love. You can feel maternal love, even hear and see it, but fatherly love can't. Fatherly love is silent. It only gives you a support when you need it. Just say you made a mistake and I'll hit you. Maybe some people don't understand why father always beats himself and scolds himself. Because his father loves you. As the saying goes, a father loves a mountain. It is never as gentle as water as maternal love, but as heavy as a mountain, and children can't see or hear it.

Dare to ask who saw the pain in his father's eyes when he hit you. Because parents' own hands will rebound when they hit their children, people invented rulers, sticks and belts ... but my father never hit his children with them, because he would rather bear the pain of rebound and suffer with his children than use them. Father hit you, and father would rather bear the pain himself than you, but there is no way. Father's words are useless because of your willfulness and your ignorance. Fathers have to use the telephone to make their children understand.

Beating is pro, scolding is love, which is the right given to parents by this world.

Fatherly love is always silent ...

Father's love is speechless. 13 fatherly love is wordless and needs to be understood slowly.

I remember the first time I went to kindergarten, my mother, grandmother and grandfather all came to see me off, but my father refused to send me off anyway, saying, "My daughter is older, so I don't need to send her off."

Once at dinner, when I was very young, the whole family didn't arrive, so I grabbed a dish with my hands and made my hands greasy. Dad picked up the one I grabbed the food with my hand, took out a stick from under the sofa and hit it when he came up. He also said: "You must never eat by yourself before you are served!" " I planted the seeds of "hatred" for my father in my young mind.

I made a mistake in a math exam in Grade Three. When my dad found out, he asked, "Did anyone get 100? Where are you wrong? Won't it? " I can't answer three questions. The seed germinates and grows into a grass.

I learn to ride a bike. With the help of two auxiliary wheels, I ride very well. A few days later, my father unloaded two training wheels. At first, my father could still hold the car, so I rode forward bit by bit. Unexpectedly, my father suddenly gave up, and I was "upset" at once. As a result, he didn't help me, but looked at me seriously. I was very angry. There is a thorny rose growing on the grass.

In the final exam of grade four, I got the first place in my grade, but my father didn't praise me. But I could see that his eyes were full of tears, and he said, "Hang in there." Turn around and go back to your room. Roses turned to ashes and took away my resentment.

In fact, fatherly love has always been there, wordless, silent, shy and selfless. These are his permanent styles. Father's love is not expressed in words, but always in your heart, always in your heart, see if you can find it and understand it.

When I was a child, I always thought that there was nothing greater than maternal love in the world. My mother can take me anywhere I want to go and buy my favorite food. When I cried, she wiped away my tears. However, personally, I only think that fatherly love is as great as maternal love.

When I was a child, my father was always busy with his career and rarely asked me questions. I used to envy other people's fathers, who could help children and give them all the material needs. I can only cry silently.

However, since my first day, my father has paid more attention to me and been much stricter. He bought me review materials and accompanied me to study. He is both my classmate and my teacher. I help him with his English, and he helps me with my math. We learn from each other and improve each other. My father seems to be a different person, so he cares about me and loves me. For me, he accompanied me to study late into the night; He waved his computer for me. When I saw my father's grey silk, my heart was crying.

In retrospect, I had too many misunderstandings about my father. Because dad can't spend more time with me, because dad doesn't often help me with my studies … too much! At this moment, I knew I was wrong. In the past, my father didn't love me, but he gave me unknown love and undisguised love. My father tells me stories, and he loves me. In order to let me go to school, he ran to his career, and he loved me; I fell down and he encouraged me to stand up and be strong. He loves me ... now that I think about it, my father gave me and my family too much love.

At night, lying in bed, looking at the bright moonlight, thinking about my father's wrinkles and white temples, tears could not help but flow down the corner of my eyes and soak my pillow again and again.

Dad, I love you, love your greatness, love your silence, you are my eternal pride!

Father loves writing without words 15. I opened some yellowed diaries two years ago, which recorded my growing footprints. Have the pride of wearing a red scarf for the first time; Have the excitement of attending the classmate's birthday party; I am excited about traveling ... but one thing, although it has been a long time, has remained in my memory for a long time.

I remember when I was ten years old. Every time I get a haircut, my father will boil water in advance so that I can take a hot bath as soon as I get home.

Once I came back from a haircut, my father told me to take a bath in the bathroom as usual. I took off my sweater and went to the bathroom. I carefully washed away every hair on my body. I finished washing. When I was about to go out, I found that I forgot to take a towel. It's still sleeping on the sofa. I shouted to my father, "Dad, pass me the towel!" " "There is no answer in the living room. It is strange that my father has always been very determined about his work. Why is he so dawdling today? I can't help going out. Father is carefully picking up the broken hair stuck to the sweater by the coffee table. It was not until there was no broken hair that his locked brow stretched out.

At this time, despite the severe winter, it is freezing outside. But my heart doesn't feel cold at all. I feel a warm current rushing all over my body, and my heart is hot, and tears flow down unwillingly. I hurried back to the bathroom for fear that my father would find out.

My father has been protecting me, caring for me and relying on me. Father loves like a mountain, and his strength is like a mountain; Father's love is like a mountain, standing silently like a mountain, let me rely on it. Father loves nothing. Love is not spoken, but made. Father's love is the gentle action of picking up the broken hair on the clothes. Father's love is an umbrella that holds up my head in the wind and rain. Father's love is a beautiful bell that sends me to school. ...