Eighth grade father's composition

No matter in study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition, which is a narrative method to express a theme through words. Do you know how to write a standardized composition? The following are nine compositions written by my eighth grade father. Welcome to reading. I hope you will like them.

My eighth grade father's composition 1 My father is old.

The white hair on the sideburns climbed to his forehead through the vicissitudes of the river, and the original clear line of sight became blurred, and the back was slightly older. I'm so tired of stumbling. ...

Looking at my father's decadent body, my eyes are full of regret, endless regret. ...

I still remember that when I was six years old, I went to work in the farmland with my father. I sat in the sand on the river bank and sprinkled soil on myself to reduce the heat in summer. The muddy Dihuang River in Hanoi is boiling and seems to be eating people. I am a water town boy, and I can imagine how close I am to water. Although it is a muddy river, I never miss the opportunity to communicate with my tentacles. So I stepped down from the stone fence on the river bank. The moment I touched the water immediately, I tripped over the grass under my feet and squatted in the water. Washed away by the roaring river without listening to the shouts. People in the same village saw me fall into the river and called me dad. Father left his sickle on the ground, just stepped on it and ran towards the river, leaving a string of bloody footprints behind him. ...

Only heard a "plop", a black shadow dived into the water and swam towards my flowing direction. By the time he caught me, I had filled my stomach with mud and was too weak to make a sound. I can hear my father's urgent cry when he subconsciously shook me: mountain … mountain …

When I woke up, it was the next morning, lying in the hospital bed, looking at my father's slightly bent body because of drowsiness, I gave a faint cry: Dad. Father looked up and was excited and angry when he saw me open my eyes. He stroked my intravenous drip hand and breathed a long sigh of relief. ...

I know that since then, my father's feet have left scars that record my life. Every rainy day, I will see his stumbling steps. ...

With the growth of age, the shackles of time become more and more obvious on my father. At this time, the veins stood out on the back of his thick hand. At this time, his youthful and plain face has been one after another, and salty love has always flowed in the deep ditch. ...

However, my father is old, and he is really old. He will never have more energy to pay attention to my life and my life journey. My heart is like a knife, and I am no longer wild and ignorant when I was a child. I know it's time for me to grow up and pay tribute to my old father.

My father accompanied me so far, but I didn't accompany him for a day; My father gave me all his love, but I did not give him any love. Tears that have already surged quietly slipped down the paper, and an enduring name kept repeating in my heart: father ... father. ...

One day, I chatted with my best friend in primary school in the coffee shop. Talk about parents occasionally. She asked me, who is the most worthy of your love in this life? I came to my senses, thought about it, and told her that I was not partial to anyone, and my father was my favorite! We talked and talked like this, and we didn't go back to our home to find our mother until almost evening.

On the way, I walked alone, and memories were like a video tape, which was slowly copied. To my father, it seems to account for one third of this video. It can be said that if you think of him, even if you are given three days and three nights, it is too late to think of it! My father is of medium height, with a masculine face and bright eyes. He is actually very thin, with no meat on his face and a thin layer of skin on his face. And touch it with your hand, as if afraid of it falling. My father is a temporary worker with many years of experience. Arranging work for my father was a chaotic year at home. Income and expenditure, living needs, and other things, only found a temporary job for my father. At that time, it was a great pleasure for my father to find a job. It is said that he is a temporary worker, but with more than ten years of working time, he can be converted into a regular worker. However, for the time being, for my father, as long as I have a relatively good income, and I have never abandoned or complained about my father, I still remember my father's enthusiasm for this job, which was enough to surpass the child's love for sugar. I once asked my father why he loved this job so much. My father just smiled and told me that water is the source of life. How can we live without water?

However, it seems that with the changes of society, the improvement of life and the rapid development of various technologies, my father has gradually changed from a man who loves labor and is proactive to a man who does not make progress all day. No matter how his family tried to persuade him, he still didn't repent. Even so, he inspired and taught me with his own example, and I took pains to listen. Sometimes, when he is drunk, I will accompany him. As the saying goes: Speak the truth after drinking. Almost every time, he seems to regard me as a bosom friend, telling me how lonely he is now, recalling how hard he worked when he was young, and encouraging me to study hard and not to be like him when I grow up. But I only nodded to him and said yes, I remember. At this time, I recalled what he said at that time and felt a different taste.

Although my father feels ordinary outside, it would be nice if he were still so ordinary at home. The father is the youngest son in the family and his income is relatively high. Besides, he lives an enterprising life all day, which may make my uncle and aunt look down on him. If I don't help my father every time, they will hurt people every time. Every time, my father did not answer like a child who made a mistake, and kept his head down to catch up with the work they assigned. I once told my father and advised him not to do what they want every time. Why do I always listen to them? My father just sighed and told me not to interfere in adults' affairs. He also tried to fight back, but it didn't seem to do much good, and sometimes he was seriously injured. As time passed, I had time to accompany him and ask him about the uprising.

For my father, I feel sorry for him and for him. He can remind me of too many things. I would rather stay with my father, follow all his wishes, float to the whole world and reach the distant place of his thoughts.

The rising sun reflects your straight back, and the breeze is accompanied by your kind eyes; The hot sun bakes your hard work, and the sunset glow renders your tired figure; Moonlight symbolizes your restrained light, and stars represent your blood and sweat. Father, your commitment, expectation and dedication made me understand your love and you.

Father, I know that you-fatherly love is to assume the responsibility of the family in the morning sun, work hard and be meticulous, and the breeze slowly brings you coolness, but you can't let go of your responsibility because of temporary relaxation. Working outside for three years, my father has no worries about food and clothing, and has been worried about food and clothing at home, but he fainted many times because of malnutrition. I lose weight every time I go home, and the whole person is as thin as a bamboo pole. I understand that fatherly love is a promise.

Father, I know you-fatherly love is a figure who works hard under the scorching sun. As night falls, the sunset glow covers your tired figure with a layer of Phnom Penh. The house will be renovated at home. In order to save a brick unloading fee, my father drove his own car and pulled his head to the door to unload bricks himself. Pick up, put down, pick up again, put down again ... In such ups and downs, sweat quickly climbed up his father's face, and soon formed a layer of hidden sweat-sweat, which flowed down his eyebrows to his ears and neck. I stared at the hard-working figure and suddenly found that my father's spine was bent and his hair was gray. Yes! My father devoted his youth, blood and sweat, and half his life to this family. I understand that fatherly love is giving.

Father, I know you-father is the stern face and persistent eyes reflected in the moonlight; It is the helpless sigh of red eyes under the stars. The results of the monthly exam came out, falling behind before. My father wouldn't let me go out and let me stay at home and reflect. I have foresight. Back in the house, I took out magazines and cartoons borrowed from my classmates and read them with relish. My father used to have a dull face, and if he criticized, he threw one ear and left the other. I had forgotten all about it long ago. I went to bed early at night, and I seemed to hear a heavy sigh in the middle of the night. I crept into the door and saw my leftover plastic bags and peels lying quietly in the trash can, and magazines and comic books were neatly placed on the desk. Father looked at the test paper in the light and frowned from time to time. Finally, I can only sigh helplessly in a low voice. I seem to have been hit by a thunderbolt, and I tried my best to cover my mouth to prevent myself from crying, but a tear rolled down my eyes and betrayed me. It turns out that my father knows everything, but he just doesn't want to say it. From this moment on, I secretly vowed that I must study hard and not let my father feel sad again. At that moment, I understood that fatherly love is expectation.

My father's promise made me feel love, my father's dedication made me understand love, and my father's expectation filled me with love.

Father, I know you!

Eighth grade father composition 4 dad. You are not a good father. Do you know that you belittled a girl's ideal in that sarcastic remark?

Every time, you always criticize me How can you be so stupid and do so badly in the exam? Why are you so careless? You can't be careful about anything. Why do you always spend money indiscriminately? Can my hard-earned money make you spend it like this? Why do you have such a bad attitude and always offend others? Many times, I can't stand your sarcastic tone, so whenever you scold me, I always walk away impatiently, go back to my room, and cry quietly and pour out my sadness. I will occasionally encourage me when I am in a good mood, but after the encouragement, I will pat me hard with a simple sentence. But when you are in a particularly bad mood, you always take my knife. If I accidentally say anything to you, I will be scolded.

"Talk to me about ideal, you this boy don't understand. Bullshit. Singer. Sing a fart. People like you may not even be doctors, but also say that singers are shameless. " This is what my father said about me sitting on the sofa in the living room. "What do you do? When it comes to ideals, you don't understand. Can't you be more considerate of your daughter's heart? Why do you always belittle me like this? " I glanced at my father and even got angry. He pointed at my head and poked. "Your child doesn't know a fart. Tell me. Will Jieshi have a singer? Think about it and stop daydreaming. " Father continued. The mother present also said, "We don't have singers there at all. There can't be one Come to some senses. Don't always think about it, just read your book. " Hearing that they belittled my ideal so much, I was completely angry, ran back to my room and slammed the door desperately. No, not at all. Don't ordinary parents encourage their children to have ideals and realize them? Why are my parents the only ones? I know I am not qualified, but this is my ideal and my dream after all. Why should I belittle it so much? Even if it is impossible, shouldn't parents comfort their children? Why are my parents the only ones? My father sat cross-legged on the sofa and talked about me haughtily. So, I really couldn't stand it anymore and cried without reservation. At this time, it was midnight, and crying even echoed in the room.

My ideal has been maintained for almost nine years, and it hasn't changed at all. Of course, this is also an idol drama that inspires me. At the same time, I also love singing. I don't know why they say that about me, and my parents know that I love singing, but they always give me a "disgusting" sentence when I sing the most affectionately. I was hit hard, and suddenly my singing was completely still.

"Dad, mom. I want to be a singer when I grow up, that is, I can sing and dance well, and many people will like me! How spectacular it is! I like singing very much. So, I'm going to learn musical instruments and dance now. Please sign me up. " I vaguely remember clearly that I was so naive when I was in primary school. "Read your book well. You can't achieve it in the future. You should listen to me now and let me see the first place. " Father refuted me. My father is like this. He is a "perverted" father, not a general who belittles me. In front of others, others will think that I am very happy, because he makes me fat for nothing, and I have whatever I want. But behind my back, he scolded me again and again, being careful, being smart and not thinking. I can really be regarded as his puppet, and I will be a machine that can reach for money in the future.

Although I like watching Dae Jang Geum, I don't like being a doctor, because all doctors have to face blood. "You want to be a doctor for me in the future. If not, you can help me tow a motorcycle and do odd jobs for people. " "No, I feel dizzy. I hate blood. " "You don't pretend, who doesn't know what kind of person you are. I'll pretend all day. You try to reload. " He always said I was acting. Did I? Did I? Why don't you believe me? What I hate, the emotions I show, and the language I shed are all true, sentence by sentence, word by word. If everyone treats children like you, it's a scandal. I'd rather not appear in this world.

I really know that I can't realize my dream. But it's part of my fantasy. Oh, my God. Everyone has an ideal, and everyone has fantasized that it belongs to them. It can vaguely satisfy our desires.

I don't understand. Dad, why did you break a girl's heart? This is her only wish, only her own things. Why do you use the "impossible" argument to refute it? I don't understand. I really don't understand.

To me, you are not a good father.

It's another rainy day, and the air is filled with gloom, as if with a heavy heart. Suddenly, a thin figure rushed out from the rain curtain. When I looked carefully, it turned out to be my father.

My father left me too many unforgettable memories.

Father is a simple farmer. He has no gorgeous appearance, no prominent position, and no luxury of spending money like water. Only a pair of thick and thin hard-working hands. His beard is like the stubble of a new harvest, and his khaki face is covered with wrinkles, like a deep ditch plowed in a field.

Father is a person who is not good at expressing himself. He seldom talks at home, but once he does, it's his words. My brother and I are afraid of him, and my father is the authority in the family. But my father was not like this before.

My former father was a very kind man and was very kind to me. I remember when I was a child, my mother said that my father would help me fish every day. Every time I eat fish, he carefully cleans the bones and then feeds the meat to my mouth. The happiest thing for my father is to watch me eat with a big mouth. But one day I got a very serious illness, and according to the medical conditions at that time, nine times out of ten it was hopeless. But my father went around seeking medical treatment for that one-tenth hope and was busy outside. Finally, my weak life survived. But my father has changed-his cheeks have grown, his eyes have deepened, and his strong and cheerful father has become less talkative.

After many years, my father is still very thin. But deep eyes reveal 100% care for children. Only then did I understand how great and selfless it was for the father's love of one tenth!

Father is a man from a poor family. That extraordinary experience left a deep impression on him all his life-poverty, hardship and illiteracy. Father didn't go to school and didn't know a word. In our generation, the first thing in my father's life is to let me go to school. He said to me, "Going to school is the happiest thing for children!" " "Now I realize my father's thirst for knowledge. In retrospect, I think the price drop was because my father attended my parent-teacher conference, and I was really "smart" at that time. This is a father's worship of knowledge. Poverty destroyed him, but the present society has changed him. This is a kind of respect and a perfect ending for my life.

The ending is easier said than done! Father is trying to manage his life well. My father is a farmer, and farmers' business is farming. My father's farming is also what I admire most. Father is very hardworking. I remember once, under the scorching sun, cicadas in the field cried desperately. My father and I were weeding in the field, and soon my back was soaked. While my father was not looking, I fell asleep under the tree with a hoe. I don't know how long it took, but my father woke me up and all the grass in the field was pulled up. My father once said, "When you fall asleep, you are ready to beg for food. If you don't study hard, you will come back to work. " I understand that my father hates iron and does not produce steel. I hope to read a good book! For years, his words have been urging me.

This is my father, a father who makes me proud!

Teacher's comments:

My father was originally a strong, cheerful and kind person, but he became thin and silent because of the hard work of "I" in treating diseases; Poverty in the past prevented my father from studying, so he pinned his hopes on me and educated me to study hard. What is rare is that "I" can finally understand my father's hard work and hard work. This article is true in content and sincere in emotion.

The underlined sentences in the article are incomprehensible: what do the words "this is a father's worship of knowledge" and "this is a respect" mean respectively? It is really unclear what "draw a full stop" means.

Everyone will feel familiar with the word father, right? And I'm different.

My father is the captain of the oil field team. I was away from home all the year round when I was a child. Every time I see other children going to visit relatives with their father on holiday, I envy them. I asked my mother, "Where's Dad?" My mother always smiles and touches my head and says to me, "Dad is very busy in Africa. I will come to see Yanyan when I am free. " In fact, my mother didn't miss my father at that time, but she just couldn't show it. Because she knows that her father is not at home, she is the only pillar in the family, can't fall down, and has to take care of my twelve-year-old brother and me. Moreover, when I was a child, I didn't know that Africa was far away from us.

Four years later, four years later, my father moved back to China. I was ten years old at that time, only knowing that my mother was very happy. A few days later, my father went home, but I thought he was a stranger since I was a child. At the age of ten, I have grown up and the gap between father and daughter is getting deeper and deeper. When I was a child, I was afraid of him, because he never comforted me gently and helped me up when I tripped like my mother. But "stand up, don't cry ..." Yelling at me in such a harsh tone. The reason why I am so strong now may be the result of my father's "roar"!

I was afraid of him when I was a child, because he always had a black face and seldom smiled at me. I thought he didn't like me, so I avoided him every day. Although I always thought he was fierce when I was a child, he never hit me.

Now that I am twelve years old, my relationship with my father has gradually become a good "buddy" who talks about everything. However, on the issue of a candy. That day, my parents and I went shopping and walked to the door of a candy store. I have loved candy since I was a child, and I have to buy it. Dad didn't agree, so we quarreled. Finally, dad didn't buy it either. I was so angry that I trotted home, no matter how my mother shouted behind me. Soon, they also came back. Dad put down his things and walked out of the yard. At this time, my mother handed me a diary, in which a scholar wrote a diary: Today is my baby's birthday. I don't know if I celebrated it for him. I have to call her later and wish her a happy birthday! "Just a few words, let my tears suddenly gushed out of the eye socket.

Dad came back at this moment, holding exactly the lollipop I wanted. I burst into tears ...

Looking at my father, it seems that I will always be so tall; Looking at my father, his shoulders always look so safe; Looking at my father, his face always seems so kind; Looking at my father ... I don't know since when, it has become a habit for me to look up at my father.

This kind of parallelism sentence should not be used at the beginning of writing a family composition, but can be written directly from the bottom.

When I was a child, I was my father's sidekick. I was very active at that time, and I couldn't be idle for a moment. I only know playing with my father, holding his wide and warm hand tightly, feeling the warmth of his palm, and unwilling to let go. Two round eyes looked at his father's back from time to time. Although my father is not very tall and straight, even a little stout, he is tall and straight, full of confidence and strength. Looking up at my father's back, I feel full of security now. I feel that even if the sky falls, my father can carry it for me. I felt my confidence doubled and even my head was lifted unconsciously.

The calendar at home was torn off page by page and replaced with one after another. I have full confidence in my father. After several years of madness, I gradually left my father's side and made a number of friends of my own. Naturally, my friend replaced my father. I spent my time with my friend bit by bit, but I forgot my father.

Looking up, I found my father. I learned to be like a child, but suddenly I found that my father was not what he used to be-he was old! At that time, my father's body, which has always been tall and straight in my memory, has long been slightly hunched over by the burden of life, and his back, which has always been full of confidence, has also been smoothed over by trivial matters in life, making him look slightly hunched over. When he passed me, he reminded me of the fallen leaves in the autumn wind. When I took my father's hand again, was it still the hand I knew and missed? Those are a pair of hands that make me completely strange. The shocking blue veins on my hand beat my heart, and the thick cocoon on my palm shook my soul.

Yes, I am growing up and my father is getting old. My eyes are moist and my nose is sour. My father bought me everything with his love, his health and everything today, but he never complained. We had some rebellions in adolescence, which made the two generations have more generation gaps and hardly had time to talk to him. But my father is working hard for us silently, and his back is a little lonely. Maybe he didn't expect anything. Seeing my growth, he was comforted by his inexpressibility. This is his happiest thing. As a daughter, how much have I done for my father? Even if I talk to him, I always say I have no time.

Looking up at my father again, I know that my father's devotion and love to me are worth looking up to and returning with my life. In my heart, my father's figure has a height that no one can surpass.

Father, my heart is always high.

Eighth grade father composition 8 Dear father:

Hello!

I want to write you a letter. Dad, in my eyes, is a strange and familiar noun, which seems to have not appeared in my dictionary for a long time, only a cold noun. For many years, those grievances buried in my heart have been cut by time.

I haven't called your father since I was a child. It may be years of accumulation. You, my father, will abandon me from the moment I was born until I was three years old. I was brought up by my grandparents. When I was ten years old, I didn't know whether your conscience was condemned or not, and finally appeared in my field of vision. But when you show up, the first thing you have to do is divorce, which is already a shabby home. You broke it so mercilessly, maybe it's good to get rid of each other. Every time you give me something I don't want, I see that there is no cold money, and that father's love doesn't belong to me, but to the child in my stepmother's belly. You disappeared in my childhood, and your money can't make up for that memory.

Finally, I sincerely wish you and your family happiness.

My father's eyes are the dictionary of life and taught me the philosophy of life. In these eyes, there are not only his severe reprimand to me, but also his sincere expectation to me, which will benefit me for life and will never be forgotten.

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Perhaps it is because my father is too serious and treats everything with meticulous rigor. I have no affection for my father since I was a child, and I have lost the involvement of blood relationship. Perhaps it is because my father is absorbed in his work, and there is little leisure time left at home, and I also lack the opportunity to communicate with my father, thus becoming a stranger with him. However, my father's eyes are diverse, and he has taught me too much.

Happy eyes

Although my father never helps me with my study, he always asks me about my study in a roundabout way from time to time. I know that his heart is as important to my grades as life, except for checking the company's data countless times every day.

Whenever my father comes home from work at night and sees me studying hard at my desk, he will stand by and watch me quietly. Sometimes I just look through the door. I know there are regrets and guilt in those eyes, but I never thought of it like that. On the contrary, I think my father's eyes are full of love and expectation, and he seems to be enjoying a wonderful picture.

Those eyes made me study harder involuntarily. I always believe that my father is my solid backing, the pillar of my childhood and the warmest support in my life. My father always smiles brightly when I rush home with my excellent report card and cross the score. The smile that blooms at the corners of the mouth is like the rain dripping on the delicate lotus leaf in the morning, waiting to be released.

I think that joy should be unparalleled! Looking at the report card, my father's eyes are a little more gratified and proud. Maybe my father didn't know it, but that look made me very happy and gave me great encouragement.

Oh, my father's happy eyes taught me the joy of learning!

Look in your eyes when you are angry

Of course, everything in this world has two sides, and my father will be angry. When my father is angry, his eyes are horrible, and his eyes are as deep as a bottomless hole, which makes people feel uneasy. I remember when I was 7 years old, once my grandfather bought a fun toy, and my brother and I fought over who should play first. My father was beside me at that time. Although he was angry, he said nothing. He just kept a straight face and looked at me with extremely severe eyes.

Those terrible eyes, like two cold swords, pierced my heart, and the cool wind gradually condensed in the air, becoming a pain that I dare not touch. He just wanted to tell me that as an elder brother, I should give my younger brother more space. Although reluctant, I was still afraid of the serious consequences of my father's anger, so I had to pout and loosen my hand holding the toy. Although I didn't want to, I knew at that moment that my father was honing my excellent quality. I hope I can think of others in the future, not just my own happiness.

Oh, my father's angry eyes taught me humility!

Tired eyes

Because my father's job is the responsibility of an electric power system, my father always goes out early and returns late to meet me with the sunrise and sunset. Fatigue often patronizes my father's health. Sometimes, my father trudged home late, and his legs were often as heavy as lead. I know that my father can't see the outside world because of the particularity of his work, so I became his eyes.

Father often sits down on the sofa as soon as he enters the door. My father's bloodshot eyes after watching computer work for a long time revealed great fatigue and hard work. Looking at that, I gradually began to learn to save, because I understand that every penny I use is my father's hard-earned money, which is so hard-won!

Oh, my father's tired eyes taught me to save!

Oh, dad's eyes are a dictionary, a dictionary of life! It is full of philosophy of life, accompanied by my growth. Happiness in learning, humility at all times and hard-won savings will be my best companions on the road of life. I believe that one day, I will understand the most profound words in that dictionary and understand the hardships and love I have paid as a father!