I like my father's 300-word composition.

I love my dad. Have you ever heard the song "Good Dad and Bad Dad"? One of them is' beating is kissing and scolding is love, and that is also a good father'. Do you remember? I haven't forgotten. Ha ha! Now let me tell you a story about me and my father! I remember when I was 4 years old, I just went to kindergarten and tore up the book. My father hit me hard and I cried. Later, my father said sternly, "Books are for learning. How can you tear them? " Since then, my books have been well protected. I still remember one time, I liked watching fireworks, so I lit candles to play. Dad was very angry when he saw it and beat me up again. I cried silently. "How can you play with fire? What if there is a fire? " Since then, I haven't done anything wrong or been beaten. A few years ago, a child was playing with fire on the fifth floor and a fire broke out. The fire was so strong that it reached the fourth floor. Fortunately, the fire brigade arrived in time, otherwise our building would be burned down. Dad was right to criticize me because he taught me the truth of being a man. "Good father, good father, I have a good father." Yeah!

Write a composition because I love my father? My father is a hardworking father, and I love him.

My father is not tall and doesn't like to talk, but he talks funny.

He combs his hair neatly and shaves his beard clean every morning.

Go to work happily.

Dad is serious about his work. He goes to work every day and never takes a break.

My father has one of the greatest advantages: he is full of smiles, speaks gently, and always has a smile on his face, especially he never criticizes me loudly. My father loves me the most.

My father taught me honesty, courtesy, helpfulness and kindness.

When I got good grades, my father said, "Come on, girl!" " Dad always encourages me like this.

As night fell, my father went home after a hard day's work.

After dinner, we helped our mother clean up the dishes and chopsticks.

Dad sat on the sofa in the living room, reading the newspaper intently. I poured a cup of hot water and carefully brought it to my father.

I said, dad, you have worked hard all day. Please drink a cup of hot water.

Dad smiled and stroked my head and said, Dongdong, you are really a good boy.

Dad loves me very much and always leaves me the best things. I love my father, and my father loves me.

I remember once it rained heavily on my way home from dinner. Father quickly took off his clothes and put them on for me. My father was naked and wet in the rain. I know my father loves me, and I love my dear father.

I love my parents. The love of all parents is the greatest love between heaven and earth. Since we were born in this world, our parents have always loved us.

Parental love is a natural love for children.

Like rain from the sky, but it can't be resisted.

The greatest, oldest, most primitive, greatest and most wonderful power that can sustain life is the love of our parents.

The ancients said, "The thread in the hands of a loving mother makes clothes for wayward children.

Before leaving, I had a stitch for fear that my son would come back late and his clothes would be damaged.

Who can say that a filial child like the weak can repay his mother's love like the sunshine in spring?

"Motherly love is like the bright sunshine in spring, which brings me warmth and light; Mother's love is like a steady and calm umbrella in the strong wind, sheltering me from the wind and rain; Motherly love always helps me when I am in trouble and gives me motivation.

That kind of continuous love like silk has become my strong backing, which makes me feel empty all the time.

And fatherly love is profound and informal.

Father's love always gives me correct guidance when I make mistakes; When I encounter problems, my father's love always gives me the right guidance ... If my mother's love is as deep as water, then my father's love is as heavy as a mountain.

Speaking of my parents, my heart is full of infinite gratitude.

My parents have paid a lot for my growth. How can I repay this kindness? My parents taught me how to do things and be a man since I was a child.

They told me stories about the 25,000-mile Long March, Zhou Enlai and Lei Feng, and the bunker bombing in Dong Cunrui ... They told me that we should be cautious, be sincere to others, not lie, learn to be tolerant, learn to respect the old and love the young, know how to repay the kindness, and know how to get something for nothing ... What is all this for? I used to naively think that it was natural for parents to take care of their children.

Looking back now, what a great spirit this is. Sometimes, I always wonder what kind of power drives them. I don't understand, but it may be a kind of responsibility, a kind of love for children, selflessness or love, but there is no doubt that they are really good to us and take care of us carefully.

Take every day as an example! Every morning, my mother cooks breakfast for me, every noon, she cooks lunch for me, and in the evening, she cooks dinner for me, but every time she eats, she is still working.

When I was studying at night, my father came to tutor me again and taught me to do every problem carefully and not carelessly. My parents educate me every day for me.

Such a day constitutes a happy us. Every day like this is ordinary and extraordinary. Every day is a small thing, but it is a big thing. In the face of parents' kindness, I should turn gratitude into filial piety. Let us all take care of our parents. ...

I love my father's 400-word composition! My father has round eyes, beautiful hair and a wide mouth on the bridge of his nose.

My father is very great. See how good my dad really is. Don't! My father is a warm-hearted man.

One day, when my father came back from work, I poured him a glass of water to quench his thirst.

But suddenly, my neighbor's grandmother's phone broke down, and my father knew that the water put in his mouth was directly put on the table, so he quickly went to grandma's house.

Father went to the old woman's house to set up their carved flowers, and the phone will be ready soon.

When I got home, my father picked up the glass of water and drank it in one breath, showing how tired my father was.

My father is not only warm-hearted, but also likes studying very much.

Once again, my grandmother got up in the morning to cook a meal and went to the ground with a hoe on her back. My grandmother asked me to have dinner with my father when she left.

I went to the ground with my grandmother after dinner. When I came back, I saw my father turn over a little.

Where's my dad? He is reading with relish. My father really forgets to eat and sleep! My father is also very kind to me. Although our family is not rich, as long as I ask my father to buy something for me, my father will definitely buy it back for me.

And my father didn't help me with my study every day, which made my study improve a lot at once.

My father is my idol.

I am proud to have such a father! Do you envy children?

Dad loves me. I like my father's composition. Dad loves you. In my impression, my father is always so serious and fierce. He seldom smiles at me, let alone plays with me. I don't think there is any affection between my father and me.

Walking in the street during the holiday, I really envy my friends and dad holding hands and talking and laughing together. I thought, "If only my father could walk around the street holding my little hand!" " However, this little wish has never come true, and I can't help but feel some resentment towards my father.

Gradually, I grew up and my views on my father changed.

One night, after dinner, I finished my homework. I went to my mother's room to watch her play computer, and I didn't know when I fell asleep behind my mother.

My mother woke me up and told me to go to bed quickly, but I didn't want to move. My mother was very angry and left me in her bed.

Lying in my mother's bed, I felt very wronged and just lay there motionless.

I don't know how long it took. I heard my father come in and saw me lying in bed. My father picked me up and walked to my room without saying a word.

Lying in my father's arms, I felt a warm current flow into my heart. How I wish I could go a little further and reach my room.

I pretended to be asleep, and my father helped me take off my clothes one by one, and then covered me with a quilt. After that, my father kissed my little face gently and left quietly.

I opened my eyes and watched my father leave. I feel my nose is sour, and tears unconsciously flow down. I want to say to my father.

Dad, the 600-word composition I love you is in class. Teacher Yang gave us a task, that is, to say "I love you" to my father after going home. After class, the class exploded, everyone was talking about it, and I fell into deep thought.

"I love you" is too easy for me. Should I innovate? By the way, how about writing it down and telling him orally? Yes, that's a good idea. OK, let's get started! In the evening, I sat on my motorcycle home and whispered to my father, "Dad, I love you!" " "Dad smiled sweetly and whispered in my ear," Honey, you know what? "I also love you very much. Dad may not have achieved anything in this life, but the greatest achievement is to have you, my favorite daughter.

"A hot air warms the ears and warms the heart.

That night, I lay in bed and couldn't sleep at all.

My mind is full of bits and pieces of life between my father and me.

I can't forget that when I was in the first grade, on my way to school, my motorcycle suddenly lost control and ran into the wall desperately.

You quickly took me down, but you got on a motorcycle like a wild horse and tried to control it.

Looking at the big drops of sweat on your head, I seem to realize my ignorance, and I burst into tears. You keep saying, "Dad's okay, don't cry, be good!" At this moment, you have become the most important person to me. Your safety touches my heart, but my safety is the only thing you care about.

Participating in the performance of "Extraordinary Weekend" will make me forget the emotional injury left by your hand. I am a strong girl, but I am willing to give up the game and win for you.

Isn't the wound evidence that our father and daughter love each other? Unconsciously, it was already late at night. Although I didn't sleep soundly, I am full of confidence and strength when I think about today's task.

I carefully stuffed this sincere letter under my father's pillow, waiting for his reply.

Then I slowly fell asleep.

When I woke up, it was the next morning. I lay in bed and found a letter beside me. I reacted immediately. This is my father's answer. When I finished reading it, I was in tears.

I want to say that sentence to my father loudly: "I love you, dad!" " " ...

Dad, I love you. Everyone says that maternal love is the greatest and most selfless, but my mother has never been with me since childhood, so I don't know what maternal love is.

But I am glad that I have a good father, from which I feel a deep fatherly love! My father is not called "short brother". Indeed, my father is not tall and looks like him.

However, many times I think dad is so tall.

Dad can afford the tuition for my sister and me alone. Dad never said anything complaining in front of us. A few times, dad worked late. When I came back, I was covered with dust and almost fell down, but I looked relaxed in front of me.

Every time I see him like this, I really want to cry in his arms.

Dad cares about me very much.

Every time I come back from work, the first sentence is: Is everything all right? If you feel uncomfortable, be sure to tell me.

After he finished, it seemed that a warm current flowed into my heart, which made me feel so warm.

Once again, at eleven o'clock in the evening, as soon as he came home with heavy steps, he saw that I was sick, and I was very sad. I took me to the hospital before I had a sip of water. Along the way, I saw the sweat and anxiety on his face, which showed that there were many wrinkles on his face and a lot of white hair on his head. Only then did I realize that my father was too worried about us.

(Wang Shucun) After everything, I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I love you, and I thank you for your selfless concern for me.

It suddenly feels like every wrinkle and gray hair on your face is born because of us.

I have never felt maternal love, but you have given me a million times fatherly love. Every time I am with you, I feel very safe and happy! "Now everything you have done for me, I will compensate you twice in the future. I love you, Dad!

I like your father's composition. In my impression, my father is always so serious and fierce. He seldom smiles at me, let alone plays with me. I don't think there is much affection between my father and me.

Walking in the street during the holiday, I really envy my friends and dad holding hands and talking and laughing together. I thought, "If only my father could walk around the street holding my little hand!" " However, this little wish has never come true, and I can't help but feel some resentment towards my father.

Gradually, I grew up and my views on my father changed.

One night, after dinner, I finished my homework. I went to my mother's room to watch her play computer, and I didn't know when I fell asleep behind my mother.

My mother woke me up and told me to go to bed quickly, but I didn't want to move. My mother was very angry and left me in her bed.

Lying in my mother's bed, I felt very wronged and just lay there motionless.

I don't know how long it took. I heard my father come in and saw me lying in bed. My father picked me up and walked to my room without saying a word.

Lying in my father's arms, I felt a warm current flow into my heart. How I wish I could go a little further and reach my room.

I pretended to be asleep, and my father helped me take off my clothes one by one, and then covered me with a quilt. After that, my father kissed my little face gently and left quietly.

When I opened my eyes and looked at the back of my father's departure, I felt my nose was sour and tears flowed out unconsciously. I want to say to my father: Dad, I love you!

I cried, and I greeted the world with the most beautiful voice for the first time. I came from another world and ended a lonely journey. Those two people who accompanied me day and night made me attached to this strange world. They are my biological parents.

From that moment on, I accepted the most expensive love that the world gave me cheaply, until forever ... In the unknown world, I greedily absorbed the milk and youth of my loved ones and stumbled out of the warm embrace of my parents. In my first consciousness, my parents' faces are so clearly engraved in my mind. I know that their wings are my shelter nest, and there is a sky above my head, which is cold and windy, frosty and snowy.

The spring breeze whips, the years gallop, and the delicate flowers finally bloom in the bright season. Branch germination is in our nature, but it is also inevitable that there are pains, sour and bitter.

Growing pains, complaining about the cool breeze and the bright moon, fell on the morning frost at dusk, so I wrapped myself in oblique wind and drizzle.

Since when, I began to get tired of those wings that sheltered me from the wind and rain and struggled to escape. I want to be an eagle, fighting in the sky, looking for sunshine and blue. Finally, I fly in the blue sky, overlooking the earth with a long whistle, singing for freedom and ending my last asylum.

Is it happy or sad? I saw four pairs of complicated eyes.

The sky is not all sunny, tearing the wind and raging the rainstorm. In the storm again and again, I will recall my warm memories, helplessness, confusion and retreat. When I was about to be defeated by these, a pair of powerful arms held up my spine, and a powerful voice penetrated the sky: children, goshawk fights the storm, that is the eagle, flying in the storm! Time has dressed me in angular clothes. I not only hurt the people around me, but also deeply hurt my loved ones. I don't know how sharp the sword in my hand is, and I don't know how much my bleeding heart hurts me. I can't imagine my cruelty and madness.

Love and tolerance have gone through one hurdle after another, helping me through one thorn and swamp after another. Looking back, the rings of those years were all traces engraved by myself. In the wind, the wisps of silver worries are floating, emitting dazzling brilliance, still following my mileage.

When I am proud of the world with a graceful attitude, my dear ones, I see the most beautiful rainbow in the world in your eyes, and the most beautiful pearls in the world roll down your cheeks.

At this time, I realized that I am the softest place in your hearts, and my sadness and happiness are the barometer of your happiness and sadness.

Suddenly, my nose is sour and happy raindrops float into my world.

I have paid and exchanged everything, but I have been enjoying the endless free love from my parents, crying, hungry, sick, tired and hurt, and there are always two hearts worried about me.

I am happy, happy, and there will be two people in this world who are brilliant because of my happiness.

Today, many years later, looking back on the past, how to express the deep affection linked by blood in the depths of the years with a word "thank you"? It is said that the grace of dripping water, when the spring is rewarded.

How can I repay this spring-like kindness? I can bear this heavy love, but I can't return it.

Looking at my parents who are getting old in the years, I hate the ruthlessness of time and want to leave every minute for my parents. I also regret that my youth and ignorance collided in the dead of night.

Your love is as thick as a mountain, but, my dear parents, what should I love you with? Looking at your old faces, I seem to understand that my happiness is your lifelong wish, and I only have happiness ... and then happiness ...

I like my father's composition. I love my dad and open my parents' old photo albums. There are many photos with a skinny young man. His nickname is "bamboo pole".

This is my father.

At that time, my father was over 20 years old, weighing only 50 kilograms, which is difficult to compare with his father who is now 80 to 90 kilograms.

I have a father with a changeable personality.

He makes you feel that being with him will not only make you happy, but also make you feel scared.

Dad is over 40 years old and weighs 1 80kg,1.

At the age of 77, he looks burly, and the smile on his face often makes people feel amiable, but don't be fooled by his appearance. If I'm wrong, my father's face will turn from sunny to cloudy, which is creepy.

Dad is very serious when he works, because every time he receives a work task, no matter how heavy the workload is and how difficult the work is, he will not complain and finish the task seriously. If time is tight, he will use the rest time last night and Saturday and Sunday to finish the task until it is finished.

My father is strict with me. I failed in the final exam. My father arranged devil training for me so that my grades would not be too bad next semester.

In the morning, I write reading chinese and idioms for further study. At noon, I finished my summer homework. I have to listen to English in the evening and arrange extracurricular reading. I write a composition every week. I was busy spinning around like a top, and I was severely beaten. Checking homework every night makes me nervous. Although I know my father is doing it for my own good, I don't want to do so much homework every day.

Dad is still a very caring person. You see, he has three complete blood donation records and has been donating blood voluntarily for four years.

My father is also one of the volunteers who donated bone marrow stem cells. Every time I ask my father, I just say, "It's my honor to contribute my meager strength to the medical cause of the motherland.

"My father's greatest hobby is drawing cartoons. My father was fascinated by painting when he was a child, and he painted very well. More than a dozen paintings were published in provincial newspapers, and on several occasions, he won the National Excellence Award! This is my father. Although he has a bad temper, I love my father.

I love my dad. Have you ever heard the song "Good Dad and Bad Dad"? One of them is' beating is kissing and scolding is love, and that is also a good father'. Do you remember? I haven't forgotten.

Ha ha! Now let me tell you a story about me and my father! I remember when I was 4 years old, I just went to kindergarten and tore up the book. My father hit me hard and I cried.

Later, my father said sternly, "Books are for learning. How can you tear them? " Since then, my books have been well protected.

I still remember one time, I liked watching fireworks, so I lit candles to play.

Dad was very angry when he saw it and beat me up again.

I cried silently.

"How can you play with fire? What if there is a fire? " Since then, I haven't done anything wrong or been beaten.

A few years ago, a child was playing with fire on the fifth floor and a fire broke out. The fire was so strong that it reached the fourth floor. Fortunately, the fire brigade arrived in time, otherwise our building would be burned down.

Dad was right to criticize me because he taught me the truth of being a man.

"Good father, good father, I have a good father.

"Yes!

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