Dad's composition 1 Thank you, Dad. You gave me life, you taught me how to be a man, and you helped me when I was in trouble.
I remember once, I bought a lot of snacks at home, and my parents wouldn't let me eat them. But I just wouldn't listen. One day, while my parents were away, I stole it. Thought: stealing vegetables should be nothing! Anyway, so many, dad won't find out.
My father called me to his room as soon as he got home. I thought: this is over, and dad will definitely not let me go. I saw my father watching snacks as soon as I entered the door. He said, "Why is there a package missing from this snack?" I stood there motionless, not daring to say that I took the bag. Dad asked me again, but I still didn't answer. After a while, my father came over, looked at me and said with a smile, "Haha, what is this?" Dad gave me a mirror, and when I saw it, my face turned red with fear. There was a snack in my mouth, and I finally admitted it. Dad said, "It doesn't matter if you make a mistake. As long as you know your mistake and can correct it, you are still a good boy." Also, the most important thing for people is honesty and trustworthiness. Only in this way can you make more friends. "After my father's teaching, I finally understand the truth of being honest.
When I am in trouble, my father always helps me to tide over the difficulties with me.
When I do my homework, I always ask my father to teach me how to do this problem and that problem.
What impressed me the most was that once, I did a problem in my math exercise book, but I couldn't figure it out for a long time, and then I went to ask my father. Dad looked at it and said it was easy, but he thought for half an hour and didn't make it. Then I discussed it with my father and finally solved it.
Dad, thank you! It was you who helped me, encouraged me and made me learn a lot of knowledge and truth.
Dad, you are a big tree, give us shade and protect four small trees.
Dad, you are a Tianzhu, giving us a sky and reflecting four rivers.
When I got home, I pushed open the half-opened door and saw my father standing on a high place, wearing an apron with white marks and holding a tape measure in his hand. There are several wooden frames sticking out from the roof and a pile of tools lying on the ground. "Dad, what are you doing?" I walked up to my father.
"Come back!" When my father saw me, he climbed down from the viaduct and came to me. He smiled and said, "Have you eaten?" "Let's eat. Dad, what are you doing? " I pointed to the wooden frame overhead. "Well, the ceiling!" Dad said with a smile. "How can you do this alone?" "Why don't you just do it slowly and learn to learn?" Dad looks confident!
"Come and help me move things!" After a while, I heard my father crying from the backyard. I went to my father and saw him turn a board in one direction. I was in the back and he was in the front: "One, two, three-lift!" "Dad shouted the password and I joined." How heavy! "I struggled to move step by step. We moved and moved. Finally, the board was sent to the habitat. Hands are red, sitting in a chair panting.
Dad didn't rest and rushed to the backyard. I followed him curiously, only to find that he was chopping wood with a machete, and a big, thick piece of wood was split into slender and symmetrical small pieces. "Dad, why don't you have a rest? Still busy? " "Ready to repair the batten? Go in and have a rest, it's gray here. " Say that finish, he went to the viaduct again, raised his hammer and knocked on the wooden frame, knocking very steadily, as if he would not shake it no matter how loud the noise was. I looked at my father's strong back. Although he was infected by the dust of the years, he still stood hard, supporting this family and this stable and quiet life. ...
Dad, how much you have paid for our family! You get rid of fatigue, hide helplessness, and come all the way just for our happiness!
Dad, my daughter wants to say to you: thank you, thank you sincerely-silently guarding!
Dad's second grade composition 3 "Get up"!
Stop yelling, I won't sleep in during the winter vacation. Thinking about it, I got up from my sleep. I said, "Miss Li is really full of energy." My relationship with Mr. Li is not normal, is it? His other identity is my biological father.
It is ten o'clock in the morning. I just finished my homework and was about to have a rest when I heard Miss Li shout, "Come, have a math class." Well, the math class has started. This knowledge is quite simple. But after a while, I was confused. Tortured by the eyelid fight and teacher Li's stern reminder, I finally got through that math class. Later, intensive training began in the afternoon, focusing on chemistry, day after day, every day. Once I broke out and said a few words to him, but Mr. Li still insisted on his "Lee dictatorship". I was so angry that I cried and Mr. Li began to coax me again.
It can be said that since I was born, I was raised by him as a boy. His teaching has been my guide all my life. He said: "people will regret not living a wonderful life in this life." Yes, Miss Li made me understand: Why do you have to get up by yourself when you fall down, because no one can help you all your life: Why do others have fun in hip-hop, but I can only bury myself in the sea? Why can't I work together and take it seriously? He told me: studying is like running. You fall behind at the beginning, and it is impossible to catch up later. Sometimes, the truth echoes in my ears over and over again, which makes me upset. I can think it over. Which sentence is not the true meaning of life?
Fatherly love is different from maternal love. It is as sweet as spring water, warm and great without exultation and passion. Thank you for the fragrance of flowers, the nourishment of rain and your infinite teaching. You are the sky that I can never fly out, and you are a masterpiece that I can never finish reading.
Dad! You are the source, love, teacher and eternity.
My teacher, your teachings, I will never forget!
My father's composition On the second night of the second day, I came home and heard my father constantly complaining: "Why is this computer broken again!" " "I can't help but sigh the quality of this computer in our home.
My father had nothing to do, so he got together with me and my mother to chat. I couldn't help saying a few words, and the atmosphere suddenly became active; Mom talked about work, and dad told me the most popular songs recently. He couldn't help saying a few words, posing and singing those songs with his "voice of nature", which made people vomit. I really regret not taking pictures of them with my camera.
Suddenly, I was lost in thought: if only there were no computers. Since we bought the computer, our family has lost a lot of laughter. Everything seems to have been replaced by computers.
Once, how much my father cared about me. When I was a child, he often took me and my mother out to play. When I am unhappy, he always comes to comfort me. In my eyes, my father is a big tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain, and is my reliance. Someone asked me, how many points would you give your father? I will always answer firmly: "I give dad 100 points!" " "
But what about now? The computer occupied my father. He has less time to talk to me. Especially when my mother is at work, it seems that I am the only one at home. Sometimes, we say no more than five sentences, or even nothing! If someone asks me the same question again, I will answer him: "50 points." Although he has made some achievements in his career, he is no longer a good father. Don't, old dad can only be a memory? Will he disappear in my heart forever? Don't! I won't! I'll get him back to him! I want the old him-a kind and qualified father!
I got up and walked into the room, picked up a pen, wrote everything in my heart in a letter, and told my father that everything in the computer will always be a virtual world, and you can't immerse yourself in it!
Dad's composition 5 on the second day of junior high school is dead, and the tea smells good. Take a bowl of water, take a ladle of tea, put it in a pot to make thick soup honey, watch and enjoy it.
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I watched the tea leaves being poured into the small build by laying bricks or stones cup, then I took the kettle, slowly poured the boiling water into the brewing cup, and gently covered it. The rising fog lingered in front of me, turned into mist and gradually dispersed. Yes, this is my father. I looked at the smoke and clouds, and my thoughts drifted out of reality.
Dad is very busy at work, and it is common not to go home at night. I have little time alone with my father. After careful calculation, I like drinking tea very much every time I am alone with him. The thin sound of running water brought me back to reality, and the faint scent of scented tea floated into my nose. Love, with the extension of tea. Slowly melt into every cup of tea. The tea is fragrant and full of affection.
Pour the tea into the cup, and the tea leaves are upside down in the water, vaguely, with a little transparency, beautiful. Take a sip, and the fragrance will bloom in the taste buds. Drop by drop into my heart. Dad said to me, "The smell of tea can give people a different feeling." "But I always feel that every kind of tea tastes the same, so light." I muttered to myself. You smiled and added a pot of water without saying a word, and the smile was as light as this water.
Dad turned around and took out some exquisite small tea barrels from the ebony cabinet behind him. I opened them in front of me one by one. I took a little tea from each bucket and put them in a small tea box one by one. Then I introduced them meaningfully: "This is Jin Junmei, slightly sweet; This is green tea, slightly bitter; This is black tea ... "After that, you put a little light in your mouth, give me a little, put it in the tea tray in front of me, and the tea is also in my mouth. Father and daughter just sat quietly. Dad didn't speak, and neither did I.
Thank you, Dad. In those years of tea tasting, your love always moistened my heart with the fragrance of tea.
The tea is fragrant and full of affection.
If you come to my home, you will surely meet my father. He is an English teacher, not tall, with short black hair and a pair of glasses. Seen from a distance, he looks dignified.
My father likes reading and studying. He studies tirelessly and forgets to eat and sleep. Once, I fell asleep, and he was still reading outside, writing while watching. Mom told dad to go to bed early, and dad said, "I won't go to bed until I finish reading this book." The shelves in his room are full of books. Sometimes, he will take me to the library to borrow books.
He is a person who loves to laugh. Once I said to him, "Let's play tug-of-war!" He said, "All right!" So we started playing. I couldn't pull it out at first, but then I pulled it out. My father burst out laughing. I asked curiously, "What's the fun?" On the contrary, he laughed even harder. Seeing his smile, my mother and I couldn't help laughing. How happy we are! I think he loves to laugh too much. It's cute when he smiles.
However, my father can be very strict sometimes. Once I didn't do well in the exam, he frowned and said a few ugly words to me, which made me sad all night. So I made up my mind not to let him down and angry. I think dad's face is ever-changing, sometimes it rains, sometimes it is sunny, sometimes it is cloudy, which is a bit unpredictable. Come to my house if you want to see it!
Dad is a person who loves learning and has a wide range of hobbies. I love my father, and I am proud to have such a father.
When I am at home, I always stand indoors, waiting for my parents to come home for dinner. Because they are very tired after a busy day, I wait for my parents every time I eat. My parents are the greatest people in my heart.
Then talk about my father first; Where's my father? He is a very capable man. But my father is not very demanding of me. My father basically follows me. But I also know that I must discuss with my parents and not contradict them, but my father is very fierce when he is angry. But usually she is quite easy-going and doesn't always care about me. But my father is usually very serious and always keeps a straight face, so it is difficult for me to see my father smile. Occasionally, I go to pull reeds with my dad and touch my feelings with my dad. The first time I went, my father taught me to drive. It's actually good to know that my dad will let me drive when I move the car. My father is the greatest contribution of our family. Every time I want to go out to play, my father always says no, either I go alone or I go with my sister. Sometimes I ask my dad for money: my dad does not hesitate to give me "I feel a little bit like crying when I see that scene, because I really feel sorry for my dad", but I dare not speak out for fear that my dad will find out. This is my "dad".
So my mother, I am a very kind person. I am also good at taking care of people. Once I was sick, "My mother took care of me". My mother is also very hardworking. People keep their houses clean every day. My mother cooks, and I watch my mother teach me to cook. My mother is also in charge of money in my house. My mother always nags me for a few minutes when I spend money: I can't stand it.
Look, this is me: a "mom and dad" who is willing to pay for me without asking for anything in return. I feel happy and proud to have such parents. "Mom and Dad" are here, and I solemnly say to you, "You have worked hard". I will definitely learn the technology well. To repay you: "mom and dad"; I will be filial to you in the future. I know filial piety is the first of all virtues. : Mom and Dad, I love you! Forever!
Dad is preparing to push almost completely scrapped bicycles to the scrap collection station. I looked at the bike reluctantly. On the surface, it is worn out, but in my opinion, it is brand new. As if to say goodbye to a close friend, I held the handlebar and whispered to the car, "This is the last time." I rubbed patiently and carefully, and unconsciously fell into the whirlpool of memories.
When I was a child, my father rode his bike to and from work every day and took me to school by the way. In the morning, he gets up early and always goes to the fields to breathe fresh air. He put me in the back seat of his bike from time to time and let me fly in the field with him. It feels like flying.
In the morning, he took me to school first. The road is wide and I ride fast. After that, go to work. After school in the afternoon, I will ride my four-wheeled bike with my father. Dad always rides very fast, and I can't catch up with him with all my strength, so I can only tell him to slow down. At this time, my father will slow down and let me, a beginner, keep up with the rhythm.
Whenever a bicycle breaks down, my father always picks up a screwdriver and wrench to repair it. At this time, I will always look from the side. Sometimes I try to fix it, but I can't do it well. Dad turned the car upside down, unscrewed the nuts one by one with a screwdriver, and then removed the coil with a wrench. Dad's hands turn very fast, comparable to a repairman. At this time, my father's forehead began to sweat, and then the most difficult part-assembling the chain, often takes a long time and energy to match one tooth with another. After changing the chain, dad was already sweating and slightly tired. I always wanted to go up and help, but my father always wouldn't let me.
Dad's phone call pulled me back from my childhood memories, and I reluctantly watched him push his bike to the scrap yard.
I admire my father because he is responsible, strong and persistent. He has always been a good example for me to learn.
Once, my father took me to the stadium for a run. After I ran for four laps, my breathing became more and more urgent, and I couldn't run any more, but my father didn't say anything, just slowed down. When I ran to the sixth lap, I really couldn't run, and my legs seemed to be filled with lead. My father said to me earnestly, "son, adjust your breathing and swing your arms vigorously." We must persist at this time and cannot stop. " I said to my father, "but I really can't run." Can I stop and have a rest? " Dad said to me with a serious face: "son, we are men, just like you." What's more? " ? Men are not afraid of hardship and fatigue, and keep running! "In the end, I persisted and ran eight laps. That day, I didn't feel so terrible. As long as I grit my teeth and stick to it, I will definitely get through it.
Another time, because dad was going to see our new house, they didn't complete the goal of 10000 steps a day. In the evening, my father was going to run downstairs, but there was smog in those days. My mother and I pulled my dad to stop him from running, and always advised him to say, "The smog is too harmful, some other time!" "But my father didn't listen to the advice and said," A word from a gentleman cannot be recalled. "Then he plunged into the fog. Suddenly, my eyes were moist. Usually I have a lot of things I said that day, and I forgot them later, but my father ...
Dad is the one who comforts me when I am sad; Dad is the one who teaches me seriously when I have questions I don't understand; Dad is the one who always encourages me when I am discouraged; Dad is the red flag at the starting line of my life.
Dad walked on the wet mud of 10 and felt extremely heavy. I'm on your side again.
I remember seven years ago, I watched you sleep quietly in the "bed" next to me, but it was far away from me. I called you with the greatest strength in my life, but you didn't look at me again. From that day on, I knew I would never have you by my side again. We just met in a dream.
Remember before, you told me more than once that girls, like boys, should be brave and strong. It was your words that made me go on.
Dad, you know what? It was a bolt from the blue for me that you left when I was 12 years old. I can't believe it, and I don't want to believe it. I used to be so carefree I grew up under your care, and there is no dust in the world, just like a muddy lotus. However, since the moment you left me, I know what is brave and what is strong.
I have changed, although my classmates talk about me at school and say that I am eccentric; Although the teachers began to stay away from me and said I was not good; Although everything is laughing at me, saying I don't have a father. But I never cared. I became a hedgehog, a hedgehog that can defend itself. At home, I am obedient and often help my mother with housework. When the teacher came to visit, I wondered why I was so reticent at school and so obedient at home. However, my mother understands me, and my mother knows that this is my comparative advantage.
Slowly, when I entered junior high school, I became lively, cheerful, independent and confident. In the new environment, I spread my wings again. When everything before has gone away from me, I still clearly remember what my father said to me, "Min, be brave and be strong!" " "
Yes, I have experienced the storm, and I know that the blueprint of life needs to be drawn by myself, the road of life needs to be taken by myself, and the difficulties of life need to be faced by myself. Standing in front of your grave, I remembered Michelle Li's song, "Dad, you must rest assured that I have grown up gradually, and I won't cry and coquetry with you as before, and don't worry that I will be as strong as you said, no matter what setbacks I encounter." .
Dad's second-grade composition 1 1 Dear Dad:
All along, you have been very strict with me, and you have been very strict with my discipline. You can't allow me to make a little mistake. You hope I can try my best to do better, even if the result is not satisfactory, as long as I try my best, you will be satisfied.
I was not so sensible when I was a child, and sometimes I lost my temper. Arguing with you often makes you angry. I still remember when I was in the third grade of primary school, I went to play in the mountains and accidentally broke my arm when I went down the mountain. I went to the hospital for examination, and the doctor said that my bone was broken. You are so anxious that you are about to cry. You call your mother with a slight cry and ask her to come to the hospital as soon as possible. And you're running around the hospital, running up and down, taking my X-rays and paying my medical bills.
When the doctor tried to put a hot plaster on my arm, I cried in despair. On the one hand, my arm ached, on the other hand, it was a hot plaster. And you can only comfort me and persuade me not to cry. It was the first time since I can remember that you spoke to me in such a gentle voice, and it was also the first time that I clearly felt your love. Some broken memories came to my mind bit by bit. ...
When I failed in the exam, my father always criticized me severely, but he always accompanied me to find the wrong reason; When I was sick, my father always cared about me in every possible way and was always worried about me. When I accidentally break something, he is always the first to worry about whether I am injured or not. ...
It turns out that my position in my father's heart has always been so important and the most precious wealth in his life. Dad, forgive me. Only now do I understand your concern and love for me. Forgive me for not understanding you until now. ...
Dad's second composition 12 The fatherly love I have is actually very simple. As spicy and warm as white wine, it is intoxicating. It is as bitter and mellow as coffee, which makes people's blood boil. He is as plain and cordial as hot tea, which makes people feel natural and fresh; As warm as a bonfire, but daunting, it is easy to get excited.
Speaking of my father, he is an expert in the family because he knows almost everything. But my father is not handsome. He is strong and has a bad temper. But his own characteristic is being reasonable. No matter big or small, he can tell a truth according to his own experience and knowledge like a school teacher. And I grew up under my father's education. I remember when I was a child, whenever I did my homework, my father would always come to me and test me a few questions. If I don't get it right, my father will let me copy this question and answer several times. Because of this, there is a generation gap between my father and me. I'm always worried that my father will come back and ask questions. As soon as I heard that he was coming back, I hid like a mouse, which annoyed my father.
But as I grew up, I realized my father's good intentions more and more. Only then did I know that my father was teaching me the correct learning method. At the same time, my father takes good care of me in life. I remember once, I suddenly had a fever at night. My father held me for an injection. On the way, I saw the sweat dripping from my father's head. I knew that my father was tired of hugging me, so I said, "Dad, please put me down!" " ! I can go by myself. "But dad said," I'm not tired. "At this time, I know that my father told a white lie, and I know that he cares about me and loves me.
A string of fruits in autumn guides me to success; A fire in winter warmed my cold heart. This is my father's love for me, everywhere.
Dad's composition for the second day of junior high school 13 Dear dad:
Hello!
Although we live under the same roof, we haven't spoken together for a long time. Today, here, I want to talk to you about my heart.
Dad, you have worked very hard to make our family live a better life, leaving early and returning late every day. I went to bed early. When you came back, I was already asleep. When I wake up in the morning, I can't say a word to you. You either went out early or you are still sleeping. I tried to talk to you several times, but I never got a chance.
Did dad find out? I haven't seen you for several days. Last time, my sister's kindergarten held an annual sports meeting. The teacher said that dad must attend, but you said to your sister, "I am very busy and have no time to go." Let your mother go with you. " Sister pouted unhappily, and you said impatiently, "What? I just want to earn more money and make your life better! " "Seeing that you are angry, my sister dare not say a word, but I can clearly see a drop of crystal in the corner of her eye.
My mother and sister went to kindergarten that day, and they were dumbfounded when they arrived at the scene, because the scene was full of fathers and children, and only my mother was a female general. Of course, my mother's physical strength is not as good as that of those dads, so both running and lifting weights (lifting children) are defeated. My sister cried badly that time, dad. If you had seen it, you would have been very sad.
Dear dad, companionship is the best gift. Can you stop working and take some time out of your busy schedule to spend more time with my sister and me? You know, if you don't accompany me, I will grow up! Can you satisfy my little wish?
Dad's second composition 14 A kind heart, an upright person, a person who loves groups and is ready to help others, a person who works for the people all day, a person who wants to manage the field of helping others and think of others from the standpoint of others, he is my father.
My father is a kind father. I remember one time I accidentally put soup on my hand and cried, thinking that my father would hit me. But no, my father saw it and came to care if I was burned and kept asking if I was injured.
He loves the group. Every time he has a meeting, he always asks others how it is at home, and how is it at home? How to do the work in the field? If it is completed, this should happen. People in the village murdered a person in the village. My father was almost taken away to save that man and help others. My father is always running around. He saw someone running in everyone's field, so he went to find someone to help repair it. The water stopped soon.
Kindness believes that everyone should have it. If you help others, you will be happy because you look at others, and you will be happy because of it. I believe that people will be kind to everyone around them. Be kind to others as you are to yourself. Don't fill your goodwill with nausea. There is an old saying that good is rewarded with good, and evil with evil. Be a kind person to help others, and you won't regret it yourself. Being a villain will regret it for a lifetime.
My father is a kind man, and I believe people will treat others like him.
I admire my father very much, because he is responsible, strong and persistent, and has always been a good example for me to learn.
Once, my father and I went running in the stadium. After only four laps, I was exhausted and my breathing became faster and faster. I want to stop and rest more and more, but I see my father is still running steadily. Although my legs looked like lead, my father seriously said to me, "son, adjust your breath and swing your arms vigorously." At this time, you must persist and don't stop. " I said to my father, "but I really can't run." Can I stop and have a rest? " Dad said to me with a serious face: "son, we are men, just like you." What's more? " ? Men are not afraid of hardship and fatigue, and keep running! "In the end, I persisted and ran eight laps. That day, I didn't feel so terrible. As long as I grit my teeth and stick to it, I will definitely get through it.
Dad had a goal of running 65,438+00,000 steps every day, but once he didn't finish the goal because he wanted to see our new house. In the evening, my father decided to go running, but he was going to run downstairs that day, but the smog was very serious in those days. My mother and I pulled my father to stop him from running. We always advised him to say, "The smog is too harmful. Let's take a rain check." "But my father didn't listen to the advice and said," A word from a gentleman cannot be recalled. "Then he plunged into the fog. Suddenly, my eyes were moist. Usually I have a lot of things I said that day, and I forgot them later, but my father ...
Dad is the one who comforts me when I am sad; Dad is the one who teaches me seriously when I have questions I don't understand; Dad is the one who always encourages me when I am discouraged; Dad is the red flag at the starting line of my life.