Write a composition (300 words) with my father.

1. My father's composition is 300 words. My father has big eyes and medium build.

There are some silver threads in my hair. This is my good father.

Speaking of my father, many things did happen to my father. For example, once, when I was still sleeping in, my father came to wake me up with his ultrasound, and I began to say impatiently, "What time is it?"

Dad found it at one o'clock when he saw it. Dad smiled and said, "Go to sleep, have a good sleep."

But if you are awakened by his ultrasound, who can sleep? I remember another time, when I finished my homework, I ran to my father and said, "I finished my homework, can I watch TV?" But dad said, "Show me your homework. If it's right, I'll show you TV."

I have to hand in my homework to my father. In the process of reading, my father's face is uncertain, and my heart is like a stone. After finishing his homework, my father smiled and said to me, "Sister Yang, is the single bed only 2 cm long?"

I laughed myself to death and said to my father, "Dad, if the single bed is only 2 cm long. Then just give me ants to sleep. "

But my father said to me seriously, "Look, are you wrong or am I wrong?" My father's words made me bow my head.

Dad added, "Don't make any more mistakes in the future. Hurry and correct it. When it is corrected, you can only watch TV for half an hour. " Say that finish, turn around and go.

This is my good father! Chapter 2: My Father My father is a humorous person who often brings a little joy to my mother and me, so he got the reputation we gave him-"pistachio". Once he is drunk, he will become a monkey in Emei Mountain, which is especially fun.

One night, just as I was about to take a shower, I came back halfway with a pistachio. It seems that I am going to get drunk again. I just fell asleep after taking a shower, and somehow there was a bird song outside.

It turned out that dad was imitating birds, so I couldn't bear to say to pistachio, "Pistachio, Pistachio, when did my family keep birds?" Where are the birds? Pistachio says, "It's in my mouth!" " ! ""Can you kill this bird as soon as possible? " I pleaded.

He deliberately said, "If I kill that bird, my tongue will be cut off!" " "I couldn't help being a pistachio, so I went back to my bedroom, covering my ears and finally fell asleep. In the morning, I got out of bed and asked my mother how she was last night.

His face turned cloudy and he said, "I thought Pistachio was tired, so I took off his pants and tucked him in." But he said, "you big rascal, you don't know good or bad!" " The public security bureau wants to catch it! "This sentence was laughing.

This is my family's forever' pistachio'. "。

2. Dad writes 300 words'' Dad, Dad, Good Dad, Good Dad, I have a good dad …'' Every time I hear this song, I think of my dad.

Dad is 40 years old, with a flat head and bright eyes. Dad is a soldier, so he still retains some military styles.

Dad always encourages me when I am helpless and tired, and gives me a warm harbor of strength. Once, I was seriously ill and had to be hospitalized. It was only half a month before the final exam, and I was worried about my study. Dad seems to see my mind and accompany me to make up lessons every day. Whenever I wake up, I always see my father's haggard face, and sometimes I cry quietly when my father changes the urinal. Finally, three days before the final exam, I recovered and was discharged from the hospital. In the final exam, I did better and got the third place in the whole school. There was a gratified smile on dad's face. Because my father is a soldier, he is also very strict with me. But he never hit me or scolded me, but taught me patiently. Once, I failed in the exam, and the total score of Chinese was only 150. I want to go home. My father will hit me, but he doesn't. I just said earnestly, "It doesn't matter if you don't do well in this exam. Come again next time. I won't blame you as long as you try your best. Summarize the reasons for this failure and try to get a good score next time. Failure is the mother of success, and I will always support you. " Of course, there are no perfect people in the world, and my father is no exception. Dad loves drinking and often gets drunk. He vomited and vomited when he was drunk, and he was unconscious. My mother and I always take care of it. I wish dad would stop drinking. This is my father. He is one of the most grateful people in my life; He is the closest, most admired and admired man in my life. I love my father.

I have a good father.

I remember a song I loved to sing when I was a child, Good Dad and Bad Dad, which was innocently sung in my heart. I grew up and got to know my father's image again. I am proud of having a good father!

My father is a man with a distinct personality. Sometimes if I make a mistake, my father will be very strict until I understand a truth and treat the philosophy of life correctly. But usually my father is always very kind and kind, and plays with me. Are you saying I don't like it?

My father is a nosy "Sister Ma". He is always there when things happen. He helps the weak and helps the strong, and upholds justice. I appreciate my father's sense of justice. As a lawyer, he always helps people with lawsuits conscientiously. He has to read the complaint again and again for fear of making a punctuation mistake. Homework is the same, even if punctuation is wrong, you should say it n times. My father is a lawyer and has a good professional ethics. Unlike other lawyers, he doesn't want to take more cases. Dad often said: "It's better to have fewer cases, so that there will be no disputes and social order will be fine!" " "

My dad is still the standard new good man. He often buys food, washes dishes and does housework, and takes good care of our family. It can also be said that dad is an admirable lawyer outside, but he is our "nanny" at home. He also loves studying and writing. He has set up his own legal website to answer people's legal questions for free. Everyone he helped was grateful to him.

He is not only my good father, but also my old friend. He raised me and worked hard. Do you think there is any reason why I should not study hard?

One day of my father's 300-day holiday, my father promised to come home from work and buy me a set of encyclopedias, and my brother borrowed "100,000 Why" from home.

I am very happy. My father hasn't bought me a new book for a long time. In the afternoon, I couldn't hold back my excitement any longer, and waited anxiously, looking forward to my father's early return.

Thunder rumbled, followed by a downpour. Raindrops the size of beans are falling, as if to drip through the earth.

Suddenly, my heart tightened, and my father would never bring me a book in such a heavy rain. Knock, knock, knock, knock, knock

I can't wait to ask, "Dad, did you buy a book?" "Here it is." Dad said, and took out a book from his pocket.

I am ecstatic. Dad said to be honest.

My father's words left a deep impression on me and will be branded in my heart forever.

4. My father writes 300 words. My father has big eyes and is of medium build. There are some silver threads in my hair. This is my good father. Speaking of my father, many things did happen to my father.

For example, once, when I was still sleeping in, my father came to wake me up with his ultrasound, and I began to say impatiently, "What time is it?" Dad found it at one o'clock when he saw it. Dad smiled and said, "Go to sleep, have a good sleep." But if you are awakened by his ultrasound, who can sleep?

I remember another time, when I finished my homework, I ran to my father and said, "I finished my homework, can I watch TV?" But dad said, "Show me your homework. If it's right, I'll show you TV." I have to hand in my homework to my father. In the process of reading, my father's face is uncertain, and my heart is like a stone. After finishing his homework, my father smiled and said to me, "Sister Yang, is the single bed only 2 cm long?" I laughed myself to death and said to my father, "Dad, if the single bed is only 2 cm long. Then just give me ants to sleep. " But my father said to me seriously, "Look, are you wrong or am I wrong?" My father's words made me bow my head. Dad added, "Don't make any more mistakes in the future. Hurry and correct it. When it is corrected, you can only watch TV for half an hour. " Say that finish, turn around and go.

This is my good father!

Chapter Two: My Dad

My father is a humorous person, who often brings a little joy to my mother and me, so he got the reputation we gave him-"pistachio". Once he is drunk, he will become a monkey in Emei Mountain, which is especially fun.

One night, just as I was about to take a shower, I came back halfway with a pistachio. It seems that I am going to get drunk again. I just fell asleep after taking a shower, and somehow there was a bird song outside. It turned out that dad was imitating birds, so I couldn't bear to say to pistachio, "Pistachio, Pistachio, when did my family keep birds?" Where are the birds? Pistachio says, "It's in my mouth!" " ! ""Can you kill this bird as soon as possible? " I pleaded. He said deliberately, "if I kill that bird, my tongue will have to be cut off!" ""I couldn't help being a pistachio, so I went back to my bedroom, covered my ears and finally fell asleep.

In the morning, I got out of bed and asked my mother how she was last night. His face turned from sunny to cloudy, and he said, "I thought Pistachio was tired, so I took off his pants and helped him cover the quilt." But he said, "you big rascal, you don't know good or bad!" " The public security bureau wants to catch it! "This sentence was laughing.

This is my family's forever' pistachio'. "

My father is the head of the family. He is neither tall nor fat. He has a pair of smart eyes, short hair and a pair of big glasses on his nose and ears.

My father is not only the head of the family, but also the master of humor in our family. I remember once, my father asked someone to make two dumbbells, and that person wanted to give them to us. My father told us to take good care of the people who came.

We quickly asked our father why. My father told us that he would give me dumbbells, but my father didn't speak Mandarin very well. He called the bell of the dumbbell a pear and then went to work. I walked back to my cabin in frustration, because I hate eating pears.

I vaguely heard my mother say to herself, "There are so many pears in two boxes that I can't finish them. Just give my mother one! " After a while, my father came back with two dumbbells in his hand, followed by a man. I rushed over and asked, "Dad, why didn't you bring those two boxes of pears?" Dad is confused by us. After a while, he reacted and said helplessly, "When did I say pear? E69DA5E6BA9062616964757A 68696416F31333336434 I'm talking about dumbbells! " Dad made us laugh and cry.

Another time, on holiday, my mother went to work and my father rested at home. Dad cooked the meal and then continued to play games. I'm not idle, watching TV.

Suddenly I smelled a burning smell and said to my father, "Dad, it seems that the rice is burnt!" " "Dad rushed into the kitchen and said to me as soon as he came out," It's okay, don't tell mom. "After that, I went to the computer to continue fighting.

After a while, mom came back. Seeing my mysterious face, she asked me, "What's the matter? Are you all right? " I nodded, and my mother went to fill the rice. I secretly followed, looked into the pot, and found that all the rice near the pressure cooker was cooked, except for a small piece in the middle which was white. I estimated that the program was about to start, so I turned and left the kitchen.

At this time, my father was standing at the door of the kitchen. My mother said to my father while picking up the unpolished rice, "Your cooking level is too high. White rice can cook black rice, which is amazing!" Dad solemnly explained to his mother, "I cooked the rice with a black face." Black rice, of course. " After reading these, you must think my father is very funny.

In fact, he is very knowledgeable in medicine and a great doctor. Every time the three of us go out shopping, we will meet a patient and ask him for advice. He will stop and patiently tell them what medicine to take.

That my mother and I often have to go a long way to find my father. Every time I get sick, my father can cure me by prescribing a pair of medicine.

Now that my father has gone abroad, my mother is most afraid that I will get sick. Once, I caught a cold and took several kinds of medicine, but it didn't help. Later, there was no way out, so my mother asked my father to send us a prescription from abroad by email.

My mother caught me a pair of medicine according to the prescription before she cured me of my illness. Before my father went abroad, he sent me to school and picked me up from school every day. He never calls himself "bitter" or "tired" ... I hope my father can come back soon and let me see his kind face.

6. My father's composition is 300 words: My father.

My father, thirty-four, is tall, with thin lips, a pair of gold-rimmed glasses on his high nose and short black hair. He looks cool. My father is very patient, not only loves his work, but also has a cheerful personality and never loses his temper with others.

Dad is a workaholic. He goes out early and comes back late all day. He is also an unshakable "anchor needle" at home-sitting in the computer room is not painting or watching the computer. Because he is a second-class computer engineer! There is only one day to rest-on Sunday, he has to go to the computer to find information for half a day.

Once, when I was doing my math homework, I was stumped by an asterisk. Thinking about it, I used two pieces of draft paper, but I still can't make it. I asked my father, and he understood at a glance. He took a piece of paper and drew a picture to tell me. He told me three times, but my mind is still blank. I thought my father was going to scold me and thought, "Oh, no"! Dad said, "Wenwen, I'll tell you again for dad." I am very happy. I understand this time. I have finished my homework in an orderly way. The next day, the teacher praised my question. I thought to myself, "This is all due to my father."

I am proud to have such a father.

Chapter Two: My Dad

My father was born on Children's Day, which may be the reason why he will never grow up. Although he is 35 years old, he is as naughty and humorous as a child.

Dad always gets up early every morning, and then he starts to wake my mother and me. If we don't get up, he has many tricks: turn up the stereo and put his cold hands under the bed to ice me. If we don't get up, he will pull the quilt away at once. My mother and I protested loudly, almost hoarse, but he was laughing proudly.

Another time, my mother and I were playing idioms solitaire, and my father was the audience. When I recited "pull out the seedlings to encourage", I suddenly asked my father to take the next word. Of course, my father didn't know, but he wouldn't give up. He thought for a moment and said, "They are all dead!" I said, "No, the next word is: in vain!" " "Dad said unreasonably," All the seedlings have been pulled out, and they must all be dead! " "My mother and I both laughed out of tears.

Dad is so cute, I love dad!

Chapter Three: My Dad

My father has bright eyes, a long nose and thick glasses. He smiles very cute, just like a rubber doll. However, being angry is very terrible. I remember once, when I refused to play the piano, my father gave me a teacher's shelf. His eyes are round and his fingertips almost point to my nose. He said angrily, "Do you want to play?" It looks like a wolf that is about to eat a sheep.

My father is a teacher. He likes studying very much. Every morning, after breakfast, I begin to read English. He usually works or reads books on the computer. He has written many books.

Dad usually likes to tell me jokes and often makes me laugh. I wonder if this will happen when he teaches students?

Dad goes to exercise every afternoon, sometimes running, sometimes skating, sometimes doing sit-ups at home, and sometimes lifting me up as his sports equipment!

I love my father very much, and no matter what I get, I will never change my father.

Article 4: My father

My father is a teacher. He is fat, wears a pair of glasses, has a flat head and is not tall.

Dad likes swimming, running, playing table tennis, reading and traveling.

My father is strict with me. He often teaches me to be polite. Once I was a guest at an uncle's house, and my uncle gave me a big round apple. I took it from my uncle and ate it with relish. On the way home, my father taught me to say, "Yuanyuan, you should be a polite child." If someone gives you something, you should say thank you. "

Dad asked me to be an honest man. Once I secretly watched TV in my room. My father told me to open the door. I quickly turned off the TV. My father asked me, "What are you doing?" I said, "I'm reading." He took one look and said, "You are lying, aren't you?"? Can you keep it from me? Do you know it's wrong? " I have to admit. My father said to me, "You should take the initiative to admit that you have done something wrong. Never lie. Change when you know your mistakes and be a good boy. " I keep my father's teachings in mind.

My father is a strict man. I like my father. He taught me to be polite, honest and upright from an early age.

7. Pupils' composition My father has 300 words. My father.

My father has regular facial features and black hair. His small nose looks the same as mine. There is a mouth bigger than mine under the nose. The mouth that eats is faster than our running speed. Dad has two characteristics. Let me tell us something about it.

The first characteristic-love eating out. Usually, even if there is nothing outside, sometimes, when meals are cooked at home, they say they go out to eat. Tell me more about that time. That night, my dad was having a party with friends, and I went. When I saw that after dinner, I chatted in two directions. It's not good for everyone to talk together. My father won't allow me to say a word. I told my dad, "It's not fun here. I want to go home. " Dad didn't send me home. I whispered to my father, "I want to go home, dad." So you are willing to take me home. Look, this is the real dad.

The second feature-love to eat fruit. He usually eats fruits no matter how spicy, sour, bitter, sweet and unpalatable, which are delicious in his eyes. He has no money to buy pomegranate. He asked my mother to give me fifty dollars to buy pomegranates, and he took me to buy them. He didn't know whether they were sweet or not, so he only picked a few. When I get home, I want to "kill"; I took a bite and spit out my tongue. I couldn't help crying. "Why is it so sour and not sweet at all? Is it pomegranate? " Dad smiled and said narcissistically, "It's very sweet." I jumped over and grabbed my father's pomegranate and took a bite. Yeah, not bad. I thought to myself: is it true that dad only chooses the sweet ones for himself, or can he really choose any sweet one? Then he didn't know that what he was holding was sweet? Finally, I tasted all the pomegranates, and none of them were sweet. Dad is really, just choose a sweet one, and the rest are sour, so that we can't finish eating and then "take it for ourselves".

Look, that's what my dad is. He is like a playmate.

8. My father wrote a composition of 300~400 words for my father.

Almost 30 years old, I always like to think about people and things around me when I am quiet and alone. It is your father who is most ashamed to ask himself.

My father is in his sixties, short and chubby, and his round face always has the brilliance of a man in his forties. Every time I go home to see my father, he can always reassure me that he is still healthy and strong.

My father works in a cloth factory not far from home. It is said that it is the most demanding job in the factory. There were originally three people in the factory who did this job. One of them was five years younger than his father and resigned because he couldn't stand being tired. So there are only two people left (in fact, in my memory, my father has mentioned that he is too tired to do the work, perhaps because our child can't help him find a better job, so his father has been doing it). Their task is to carry a ton of cloth to a car higher than their height and then transport it to the warehouse. I work like this for nearly ten hours every day, and I have to hurry to eat, otherwise I will push the goods and extend the shift time. If I leave work early, my father will definitely go to the fields to find a job. Every time my father talks about going to work, this year is much happier than last year. He told me that his boss gave him a monthly salary increase in 200 yuan this year. I know some arithmetic, but I can't figure out why my father is happy. Two people did three jobs, but only got an increase of 200 yuan?

In my memory, my father is always the one who eats the hardest at home, but works the hardest. Some people say that my dad has been a coolie all his life and can't stop during the New Year. My father said that the work in the field is endless. Even at the end of each year, I worked hard to finish the work in the factory for a year, and I rarely had a few days off. I also promised the steamed bread boss to help me with a few days of hard work. We always distressed to persuade him not to go, and he always smiled and comforted us. It's simple. Throughout the year, the steamed bread business is the busiest. It is common to work overtime at night, and my father has been with me until the thirtieth day of the lunar calendar.

In my ignorant years, I always quarreled with my father for some reason. I am a stubborn temper, and I always hate my father to arrange some farm work for me when I am busy with my studies. I always hate it when dad comes home from work and asks me to arrest him. I always hate that my father has to make me recite the whole book every semester, that my father is dressed in rags, and that he always comes to my school ... whenever I am dissatisfied with my father, I always find a series of extremely hurtful words. Now that my father is old and I am mature, we both erase these unpleasant memories from our mouths, but in my heart, with my own understanding, these experiences pierce my bone marrow like handfuls of steel knives. I have a lifetime debt to my father.

Every time I see my father's nails, I always urge him to cut them. Under his fingernails, he deeply penetrated into the dark soil. My father said half jokingly, I can't live without dirt in my life. These dirt, really squeezed in my father's nails, penetrated into my father's nails, and that kind of pain has been stinging my heart. It hurts. My father's hand, in many ups and downs, touched the soil. It was his painful contact that kept me going from primary school to college. I am lucky to have a pair of hands as short and thick as my father, which makes me feel stronger and more practical than ever before.

Now, I have bought a house in the city through my own efforts. My father can always be proud of me in front of others. I think the most valuable achievement in my life is filial piety to my father.