Write a 500-word composition on dad's watch.

I'll give you five articles, and you can choose one:

My father has warm hands. In my impression, these hands are always warm and bring me a lot of joy.

Dad has several obvious blue veins standing out on the back of each hand. The palm is yellow, the back of the hand is light wood, the lines on the palm are deep, and the ten nails are cut very short. Dad's hand is still very big, a whole circle bigger than mine, and not much smaller than the exercise book that usually writes homework. Dad's hands are not so delicate and rough to the touch, but they make people feel warm and full of strength. One hand of my father can lift me to the top of my head.

The biggest feature of dad's hands is warmth. In winter morning, my father always tries his best to send me to school. On the way, the wind blew hard and almost got into people's bones. Although I put on a lot of clothes, I still feel very cold, especially my exposed hands and face, as if I had been cut by a knife. At this time, my father will let me behind him to shelter me from the wind, carrying a heavy schoolbag in one hand and holding my cold little hand in the other, wrapped tightly, pulling me away, and the wind can't blow me anymore. Dad's hand shines on me like a ray of soft sunshine. Suddenly I feel that my discomfort has disappeared a lot and my heart is warm. Along the way, my father's hand kept holding my hand, which made my hand warm, but my hand gradually became cold and red.

When I am frustrated or sad, my father will reach out and pat me on the shoulder and touch my head, giving me the greatest encouragement and comfort. When I walk a long way, my father will pinch my leg with his hand, which makes me feel very comfortable and never tired again. When I get the honor, my father will make a V-shaped victory with his hands and be happy with me.

My father's hands are not as tender as mine, as clever as my mother's, as industrious as my grandmother's and as industrious as my grandfather's. However, my father's hand can bring me truth and happiness, and make me feel different, gentle and kind.

I love my father's warm hands, and I care more about my father!

Composition 2: Dad's Hand

There are five people in my family, of which my father is the greatest! He propped up a clear sky for us with his own hands.

In my mind, my father always goes to work early. When I was a child, I was still in a sweet dream, and I felt my father's big hand touching my head, and then quietly said to my mother, "I'm going to work." At school, my father still leaves earlier than me every day and then comes back very late. Dad is the hardest and his hands are warm.

Dad seldom comes back early, and will cook the most delicious food for us in another way: sweet and sour pork ribs, braised fish, braised prawns, fresh duck soup ... all these will appear on our table. This is to supplement my nutrition! If I can't eat my father's cooking for a week, I feel like I'm missing a lot of things! Dad's hand is "intentional"

Dad's hands are very strong. When I am in trouble, my father will touch my head with his warm big hand. "Baby, let's come up with the best plan ..." Every time, I feel as if I have been input with endless energy. Dad's encouragement and comfort made me cheer up and forge ahead! My grades are very good, and my father will definitely give me a thumbs up! Then we clap our hands: make persistent efforts!

Dad's hands are very dexterous. Every time after work, my father will teach me to fold a paper plane or a paper crane. This time is the warmest time in our family!

Dad's skillful hands always make his work perfect, and nothing can beat him. Because he said: "There are no real problems in the world, as long as you really face them with your heart."

Look, this is my father! A father with magical hands! I love you, Dad!

Composition 3: Dad's Hand

Everyone's hands are different, including hardworking hands, dexterous hands and wise hands ... My father's hands are life-saving hands.

My father is an excellent urologist. He has treated countless patients and relieved the suffering of many patients. I know my father treated two patients like this.

One is from Weiyuan, in his fifties. In the past ten years, the waist has been swollen and painful, and hematuria has been relieved repeatedly. The patient is in great pain Kidney calculi was diagnosed in Weiyuan, and the doctor advised him to have an operation. However, because the patient's kidney was not functional, he went to many hospitals, and the doctor refused to operate on the patient because of the great risk of surgery. After the father admitted the patient to the hospital, he made an "intravenous pyelography" for the patient, and diagnosed that the patient's kidney had more than 100 stones. So dad decided to operate on the patient with percutaneous nephroscope, that is, make two holes in the patient's waist, use the nephroscope to pass through the holes, enter the kidney, find the stone and punch it out.

After the operation, seven days later, a miracle appeared. The patient's kidney was protected, his waist was no longer swollen, and he did not understand hematuria. Dad finally smiled with satisfaction, and the patient was grateful. After leaving the hospital, he sent a banner to his father, which read: "Noble medical ethics warms the world".

The other is from Xu Yang Town, Rong County, who is also in his fifties. The patient relieved painless hematuria many times, and soon after bladder tumor resection in Rongxian People's Hospital, hematuria was relieved again. Last October, I was introduced to see my father. My father found a fist-sized lump in the patient's bladder. Cystoscope took out a small part of the lump and diagnosed it as bladder cancer. Dad completely removed the lump under the electrosurgical microscope and stopped the patient's hematuria. After reexamination, it was found that the mass disappeared and was cured clinically. When leaving the hospital, the patient's family presented a banner "Exquisite medical skills to get rid of the disease".

There are many stories about my father treating patients. There is nothing special about his hands, but with his hands, he has alleviated the pain of countless patients, improved their quality of life and led a healthy and happy life. I am proud that my father has such hands, and I am proud that I have such a father.

Composition 4: Dad's Hand

Of all the hands, my father's hand has the deepest affection for me.

My father is a computer worker. His hands are big, rough and strong, half as big as mine. There are cocoons on the middle finger and many lines on the palm.

Dad's hand is a bright light, guiding my direction.

When I was in the second grade, I did badly in the math exam once, with only more than 80 points. I thought you would definitely hit me with the palm of Tathagata's hand, so I took the initiative to take off my pants and prepare for "Red Seal Education". You came back and asked me what I was doing. I said, "I only got more than 80 points in the exam. Please hit me. " But you said, "Bring the newspaper quickly." Without saying anything, I lifted my pants and took out the paper. You seriously pointed to the wrong question, holding a thick pencil in your hand, drawing pictures and calculating formulas for me, and your palms sweated from time to time. Especially an application problem, you spent half an hour, the rice has been cooked into a crispy rice, but you pointed to the bowl and said, "Never mind, we will eat crispy rice today." I feel that studying is more important than eating.

Not long after, I got a hundred points in math. I am so happy that I really want to walk home one step at a time and tell my father the good news. I can walk faster. When I got home, I told my father about it. "Good son, last time you said 90 points 100 points, here we go again." I showed you that paper, and your mood changed from cloudy to sunny. You give a thumbs-up and say, "Keep going!" After lying down to rest, I still do this action from time to time, as if my hands will never get tired.

I remember when I was in the third grade, I took part in a competition and got average grades. I am very depressed. You patted me on the shoulder and said, "Never mind, we'll come again next time. I believe you. " At this time, my mood is also cheerful.

Dad, your hand is a compass, which showed me the way when I got lost. Your hand is a mountain, which gives me the desire to win. Dad, your hand is a story book that can never be read.

Composition 5: Dad's Hand

I was born in a poor family. Originally, our family of three lived happily like everyone else, but after my father died of cancer seven or eight years ago, my mother was the only one who struggled to support this family. My mother loves me very much, but I am eager to get my father's love again, and I am eager to see my father gently pick me up with his hands again. ...

When I was a child, I was slow to do things. Because of this, I was scolded by my mother for a long time. Sometimes I go too far and my mother will declare war on me. I remember when I was three or four years old, my mother cooked noodles for me early one morning. I ate and ate for a long time, and my parents came back from shopping. I'm still eating slowly one by one. Maybe at this time, my mother really couldn't stand it and scolded me. Impulsive mother swung a broom to hit me. At this moment, I immediately ran to the sofa where my father was sitting, dropped my slippers in lightning speed and curled up behind my father. Then my father protected me with generous hands and begged my mother for me: forget it, wife and children! Mother pretended to be angry after listening to her father's words and walked away.

After I watched my mother go out, I thanked my father please. My father said that you should speed up your work in the future. Who will protect you if I'm not here?

Now that I have grown up, I have gradually developed a resolute style of doing things. I will never be beaten by my mother because of the speed problem again. I am surrounded by deep maternal love. Of course, even if I do something wrong occasionally, my mother will communicate with me instead of hitting me. But what happened to me? I hope my mom can beat me up, and then my dad will come over and protect me with his big hand. My mother always says I look like my father, so do my hands look like my father's? I studied my hands and tried to find out what my father's hands looked like, but I can't remember. My father is getting farther and farther away from me.

How I wish to see my father's hand again!