Write my father's composition.

Thinking of writing: You can review your relationship and experience with your father, including his education, care and support, and then express your gratitude to your father, such as his love, his teaching and his contribution. Let's share five essays on "Father" for your reference? *? (ˊ? ˋ*)? *?

Father's composition 1

"Time is slow, I won't let you get old, I want to exchange your years with me." ...

I didn't understand the meaning of this sentence until now I failed in the senior high school entrance examination, or this should be my final outcome. Father didn't say a word, just sat on the sofa and smoked. Through the smoke, I seemed to vaguely see the white hair coming out of my father's sideburns, and I was shocked.

Father, when did you start to get old? The father in my memory is always in high spirits. When did your straight back start to bend? In my memory, you always stand upright like a big tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain. I don't know that the years I didn't care took away my father's youth, and the life I found vulgar and boring bent my father's back.

My father has always been strict with me. When I was in primary school, I felt that I had no childhood and no time to go out to play. I always went home from school to do my homework step by step. Until I entered junior high school, I went home once a week and made many new friends at school. They have no scruples about how to be happy and happy. When you are tired, you sneak back to the dormitory to sleep. If you are in a bad mood, you skip class and go to the top floor to see the scenery. That was the first time I knew that students still had such a life and could still live like this.

I was attracted by this lifestyle and began to follow them. At first, I will think of my father. After a long time, I am not afraid of anything. But one day, we were all discovered. The teacher wants to see his parents. Father came from the construction site soon, covered in dust and angry. He knows what I did at school on the phone.

I seemed a little sad to see my father, but that feeling was soon replaced by dissatisfaction. He took me home and said that he would educate me well. How could I have listened to the rebellious sermon and ran away fiercely? Father chased me all the way to the corner, and we were silent. I don't know what to say. Finally, my father whispered "Go home" and I was in tears.

However, this is not the end. When I got to school, I got mixed up with that group of friends, which led to a mess in the final entrance examination.

Looking at my father in front of me, I suddenly felt sad and regretted. He has been working hard. He doesn't want me to be like him. I really did something wrong.

Father, I wonder if you are willing to accept this belated apology. In the past, my willfulness and rebellion hurt you and myself. I won't do it again. I will try my best to satisfy you, and I will try my best to grow into a good daughter.

Father, let's walk together for a long time.

Father's composition 2

"Dad, you know, I have had the same dream many times. In my dream, you knocked at the door, and I excitedly opened the door to let you in, but you stood stiffly at the door and looked at me and laughed but didn't come in. I haven't seen you for a long time. I know you are busy, but my brother and mother and I won't complain about you because you work for the country. Dad, dad, you will always be my great dad. Although you are not with me, your love for me will always exist, and I will always love you. Dad, don't worry, I will be like you, and I will love my motherland as much as you. 365 days a year, you don't have a day off, and you don't complain. Your vicissitudes of life are the imprint of national adventure, dad, I will love you all my life ... "

This is what a good classmate said to her father. This classmate is introverted and not good at expression. No one expected that such a girl would make such a speech at the parent-teacher conference. A woman in the audience is crying. It should be her mother. Not only that woman is crying, but many people are crying, and they are all moved by this classmate's deep language and expression. My eyes are red, too

Her name is XX. She studies well and does not communicate with her classmates. What she fears most is that her classmates call her a wild child, which is why she doesn't communicate with others. However, today, I don't know why, she actually made public what had been buried in her heart for many years. Soon, I found that this girl had changed. Since the parent-teacher conference, she began to try to communicate with her classmates. Maybe her methods and skills are a little clumsy, but it doesn't affect her making friends. She began to laugh and learned more and more. It is said that she may be admitted to our best middle school in the future, and the admission list has long been decided.

What makes XX change so much? I don't understand, until the teacher secretly told us that on the eve of the parent-teacher conference, this classmate got the news that her father, whom she admired since childhood, died in the line of duty, and the news was told that they had left XX's father for a whole month. It was also at that time that Iowa vowed to change herself.

I don't have so many emotions to express, and I don't have so many skillful skills and good writing, but I am really moved by Ahua, and I want to help her realize her dream.

Father's composition 3

My father's arms are thick, and his palms are rough because he was a soldier. There seem to be several cracks on them, as if the cracked land has not been watered by spring rain for a long time, but it feels very comfortable. It is this arm that has been leading me to grow and caring for me everywhere.

Dad and I are usually like a pair of buddies, and we are casual together. I remember once when I was eight years old, I said to my father, "Dad, let's arm wrestle." My father smiled and said to me, "Are you wrestling with me?" I nodded childishly. My father is really ready. He moved to a table. "Come on, son, put your arm on the table."

He looked me straight in the eye and said, "I'll start when I call one, two, three." "Are you ready?" "One, two, three!" With his password, I began to break his hand with all my strength, but no matter how hard I tried, his hand wouldn't move. I began to sweat a little, but he quietly smiled at me: "Come on! Son! " I took a long breath and whispered, I don't believe it. If I breathe, I won't hurt you I moved my arm in an instant, took a deep breath and shouted loudly. Finally, my father's arm fell. "Oh, I won!" "I jumped up happily. At that time, I knew that my dad sent me, but I still looked at my dad disdainfully and said, Hum, I'm still good! Father touched my head and gave me his thumb.

However, a few weeks later, an unfortunate thing happened to me. That day, when I was playing with my brother, I put my third dad's iron ball on the table, but my hand slipped and the ball fell and hit my little toe at once. Suddenly blood gushed out like thirst, which was too painful. My crying attracted my father who hurried upstairs. He quickly grabbed my foot, picked me up with his other hand and ran to the hospital. At that time,

The doctor said: You have held the child's foot for so long, and his bleeding has stopped. Fortunately, it only hurt the toes, not the bones. Father finally breathed a sigh of relief, but I clearly saw that his arm was shaking. I know this is the result of relaxing after a long period of tension. Suddenly, my heart is boiling like a flood, because I am so happy in my father's arms!

Now, I have grown up, my father is old, and his arm has been through many vicissitudes, but in any case, for me, his arm is the most powerful, my happiest harbor and the most solid backing in my life!

Father's composition 4

Today is Father's Day, a day that I always ignore or even forget. I don't like this festival, but I think it's meaningless. For me, I can't always say those disgusting words, and I will never do those heart-warming actions. Even if you silently bought him a gift, put it on the pillow, and then left, pretending not to know. Why? Because we all think we've grown up.

I still remember myself as a child, when my father was still very young, a handsome young man. He loves me very much and always lifts me high and screams with me. Always grinding my face with an unshaven beard and watching me push him away in disgust; Always holding me on a cold brick, watching Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf, not in line with his age; Always smile and watch me sing two tigers, and then applaud me. ...

At that time, on Father's Day, the teacher arranged a special homework, came home and gave his father a hug, and then said, "Dad, I love you!" " "So, I remember when I got home, I threw myself into my father's arms," Bazaar "kissed his face and said," Dad, I love you! "Not shy at all, naturally. My father held me in his arms and smiled foolishly without saying anything.

Now, I agree that when I grow up, I should make my own decisions and stop relying on my parents. I have gradually developed a sense of alienation from them, and more of it is their criticism. I should not ignore it. I forgot, they brought me up with great pains and hardships for me to study and go to school. They have done much more for me than I know.

In music class, the music teacher showed us two new songs and then turned on cool music. I saw the music teacher type two words in the search box-father. The music started. It was Gong Yue's father singing. Our whole class sang along with the music, some were just playing opera, some were just perfunctory teachers, but more and more people were seriously singing this song praising their father. We had heard this song since childhood, but we never sang it to our father.

Later, two more songs were played, the father of the chopsticks brothers and his father's prose poems. I slowly hummed to the music, looked at the simple lyrics and recalled everything my father had done for me. My nose is sour and my eyes are involuntarily red.

When did we start? What we did easily when we were children has now become shy, timid and disdainful.

Father's composition 5

My father and I are both father and son and enemies.

At my age, my father and I always had a lot of arguments. Fortunately, we always "laugh and forget the enemy."

I remember one night, I was still running a high fever and went out to play with my clothes on. Father asked me to wear cotton-padded clothes, but I stubbornly refused to wear them. After a long stalemate, my father suddenly threw himself on the sofa, closed his eyes and pointed to the door, cursing: "Little bastard, you really don't listen to me! I just don't have you as a son! " Zheng, I know he is right, but I still want to maintain my "face", "good! Go, go! " With that, he strode off with his head held high.

I just went out and didn't feel cold. I walked aimlessly. Slowly, I really felt the power of late autumn rain, which seemed harmless but cold to the bone marrow. My arm is covered with many small pimples, the hairs on my neck stand upright one by one, my teeth keep bumping together, and my hand involuntarily grabs the big arm on the other side in an attempt to get a little warmth. I only feel a splitting headache, and the things in front of me are slowly spinning, and the world is gradually dim and blurred in my eyes. ...

When I opened my eyes again, the sun shone on my face, warm but dazzling. At this time, a doctor said to me in a format, "Is there anything wrong?" I shook my head gently. I am just homesick. "Thanks to your father this time! I carried you here in the middle of the night, and I was exhausted. " Is that him? Dad? ! My heart is shaking violently. Did my father carry me step by step? At this moment, my father came in, holding a thick cotton-padded coat tightly in his arms. He gently touched my forehead and touched his own. He was silent for a while and said to me gently, "son, it's dad who nags too much. You'd better put it on." It's too cold, don't catch cold again. "

I looked up at my father. His eyes shone with rare softness. There were deep wrinkles on his forehead and corners of his eyes, and his eyes were deeply sunken into his eye sockets. The pressure of life and work made him pay too much sweat and hardship, but I was still so ignorant ... I lowered my head and silently put on the cotton-padded clothes my father handed me. I secretly shed a tear in the corner of my eye. My father and I are not enemies, but father and son, relatives linked by blood.

Dad, thank you for your love for me!