Father is a man of few words When he was with his mother, he heard her talking all the time. My father just keeps smoking and answers once in a while, and most of them are just a sentence or two. When the guests came home, their father accompanied them to dinner, neither letting wine nor persuading them to eat. It is impolite to eat only your own food. It's the same for us children. He seldom asks about our study. He thinks that learning is our own business. Ask him if you have any questions. He also said that you should ask the teacher.
My father is a farmer, but in my eyes, many places are not like real farmers. My father finished primary school and dropped out of school because of poverty in the second grade of junior high school. Then he and several companions ran to Baotou without telling their grandparents, where they went to a technical secondary school for two years. Later, due to natural disasters in the 1960s, the school was dissolved, and my father returned to his hometown to continue to be his farmer. My father wrote a very good hand of calligraphy. Whoever has a wedding or funeral in the village always respectfully asks his father to be a cashier and write something down. Spring Festival is a busy season for my father. The villagers sent red paper to my house early and asked my father to write Spring Festival couplets. Often, before the Spring Festival, my family has long been filled with festive atmosphere. When I was a child, my father asked me to learn to write letters to my uncle in Shandong. What format, how to call it and how to sign it are all taught by my father. Although I like his handwriting, I haven't practiced it for a long time, and it hasn't been shapeless until now. When I go home and have a drink with my father until I am happy, my father always points at me and says, "As far as you are concerned, you are still a Chinese department or a teacher. The writing is not as good as that of a farmer like me. " I can only smile and nod.
Father is a man who loves books. Every time he goes out, he always puts a book in his bag. There is really nothing to read, so I have to bring some newspapers. I remember my father bought books by himself, including Water Margin, Stories of Eastern Zhou Countries, Strange Tales from a Lonely Studio and Three Stories by Feng Menglong, which were published in 1975. During the slack season, other men play cards or gamble, and my father reads on the kang. On rainy and snowy days, I read books all day. In the past two years, my father was dazzled, so he bought a pair of reading glasses himself and didn't forget to study. I sometimes look carefully, and the old man really looks like a literati. When I went home this summer vacation, I rummaged through the bookcases and found a set of "Wonders of Ancient and Modern Times" by the old man in Ming Dynasty, which was engraved in Daoguang period of Qing Dynasty. Unfortunately, one roll is missing. I said to him, give me this book. Father said yes, but I can't see at all. My father often said to me with emotion, "During the Cultural Revolution, all the books left by your grandfather when he was a private school teacher were burned while I was cooking, for fear of getting into trouble. It's worth it if you don't stay until now. " So I am also very emotional. Fortunately, our generation will never catch up with the era of "burning books".
Of the three children in my family, my father loves me the most. He said I could sit still and behave myself. I ran in the street all day in winter, sweating all over, and my cotton trousers were wet with heat. Before getting up in the morning, my father always lights the stove early, then turns my cotton trousers over by hand and bakes them near the stove bit by bit, shaking them slowly while baking. Soon, I saw plumes of hot air coming out of my cotton trousers. After baking, dad will rub cotton trousers with his two pairs of big hands to make them soft. When I put it on again, I felt very warm. My father is a restless man. He often polishes my shoes, and he polishes them carefully every time. Every day, my father takes out the bike I rode at school, and when I go home at night, my father takes care of it for me every time. His job is to clean the car and cheer up. In his eyes, I always seem to be a child. All the books I read at school were covered by my father himself and written with a brush. I have been a teacher for so many years, and my high school textbooks are still well preserved. Sometimes I see him say that this book is useless. Please sell it. Father always said, "keep it, keep it, you will hate it if you use books." I went to college in Nanjing for four years. Every time my father writes to me, the letter always ends with, don't worry about money, eat well and take care of your health. He seldom tells me to study hard, but after reading my father's letter, I naturally know how to study.
Now, I have been a father for more than ten years. When the child was young, he refused to take medicine because of illness. He often beats children, but he is older, and I often beat him because he doesn't like going to kindergarten. Until now, I haven't studied hard and failed in the exam. I scolded my children, too. Think about my father's attitude towards me, and then think about my attitude towards my children. I'm really ashamed. My dad and I meet several times a year, and he gets old as soon as we meet. Isn't it? I am in my forties. Can a father not be old?
In my eyes, my father is a silent person, a person who loves me and loves me, a person who loves reading and writing, and a person who guides more than discipline. In my eyes, my father's image is very tall, and I have to look up to see it. May my father live healthily, and I am willing to be his child forever.
2. A 600-word composition about my father.
Dad, a man who has made great contributions to his family, but I hate him. Usually others take me out to play, but every time they take me out to play, it's the old family figure-grandma. But this time, I changed my mind about my father.
Dad is always busy. He always keeps saying to me, "Dad has something to do this week. Shall I take you to play next week? " Next week! "But his promise is always blank. Whenever he promised to take me to play next week, I waited for an indefinite extension. The children in our hospital always call me "poor child without father's love" behind my back, and I hate him very much. This title has been called since I was 8 years old until I was in the sixth grade.
1 1 On the first morning of the month, my father's voice came over the phone. He said he was waiting for me at the west gate and wanted to take me to play. I immediately ran out of the house and got on the bus.
After coming to the carnival, my eyes were fixed on the "coin on the chessboard". This coin is not so easy to throw. Although easy to aim at, the coin bounced off as soon as it touched the board. One shot is not allowed. I voted 12 times in a row, but I didn't get it right. "Come again!" Dad gave me a new 12 coin. I tried again and finally got one right, but the man looked at it with a high-powered magnifying glass and said it was almost done. Dad came to buy me coins again. As long as my coins are gone, there will be a big hand, holding the newly changed 12 coins in front of me and putting them in my palm.
Looking at my father's figure of 100 yuan in front of the coin exchange booth, I have an indescribable feeling in my heart.
My heart trembled slightly, and then tears flowed into my mouth along both sides of my lips, and a bitter and salty taste penetrated into my heart. "Dad, I don't want to play." I said to my father who came to me from the currency exchange booth. "Don't cry. Why are you crying? No play, no play! Why are you crying? " Dad gently wiped away my tears. "I spent so much money on you ..." Dad interrupted me and said, "What is this? Don't I earn money just to send you flowers? How does a father make money for his daughter? " I couldn't hear what my father said later. I just feel that tears will flow into my mouth when my nose is sour.
Dad, I don't hate you anymore! Really. This is my father, and he is willing to pay for me.
My father
My black hair is mixed with a few white hairs. My face is a little black, but my eyes are bright. That's my father.
Dad is forty years old, but he is still childlike.
When I learned to play yo-yo by accident in the fourth grade, I bought one and finished my homework and went home to play.
At this time, my father saw that I was having such a good time and even wanted to give it a try. He said to me, "Son, lend your father a play." So, I handed the yo-yo to my father. Dad couldn't play at first, and the ball was always out of control. He didn't learn it after a long time. Dad looked worried, so I said to him, "Wait until the yo-yo slides to the bottom, and then pull it up." Dad tried several times and learned several tricks such as "sleeping" and "walking the dog"!
The more dad plays, the more addicted he becomes. The more he played, the more interested he became, and he didn't want to put it down for a while. Mom looked at dad's playful look and said, "It's 40 years old, and my son is almost 12 years old, but he still looks like an old urchin!" !
""Ha ha ... "There was a burst of happy laughter at home.
Dad not only has a childlike innocence, but also takes his work seriously.
A few days ago, my father installed a computer in his office, which contained many games!
I really want to have fun. It happened that my dad was going to the office today, so I quickly asked my dad for permission. Unexpectedly, he said to me sternly, "How did you learn to take advantage of the public at an early age?" I ran into my room angrily, slammed the door hard and shouted at my father's back: "stubborn old man!" "
"I didn't expect my father to never come back after he left, so I had to go to bed.
I woke up in the middle of the night and went to the toilet. I saw the light in the study on. It turned out that my father was writing materials, and the wastebasket beside the desk was full of sweat. He found me, looked at my bloodshot eyes and said, "Hurry to sleep, there will be a class tomorrow." I know my father's stubborn temper, so I have to say, "Dad, go to sleep quickly." I went to bed.
However, I can't sleep for a long time. The moon, walking in the sky, the stars, blinking naughtily, while my father is still writing that material.
I am proud that I have a father who is always teasing children. He is conscientious and has a clear distinction between public and private.
3. Children are like seedlings, and fathers love like drizzle. Sprinkle intermittent raindrops on the seedlings, let them absorb the rain and dew, and let the seedlings grow sturdily. After absorbing the essence of the sun and the moon, the seedlings will grow into towering trees.
I am about to enter junior high school, and my homework is heavy. Finish your homework on time, and don't finish it until 9: 10. My father often complains that I don't hurry. I am used to finishing my homework like this. Once I wrote, it was too late, and I fell on the table.
My father woke me up and severely criticized me: "How could you do this?" ! I don't believe you have the spirit to listen tomorrow. What's the use of not working hard until evening! How many times have I told you, but I just won't listen! "Say that finish, don't sympathize with me, and gave me a slap in the face, walked out of my room and slammed the door. What a loud voice.
I turned off the light and went to bed immediately. I felt greatly wronged in my heart and thought, "Others can't finish their homework. What is wrong with me doing this? " This is just a drag. What's the matter? Can you blame me? "This slap made my tears flow like boiling water, and I always felt that my father was too unreasonable.
My father stopped talking to me, and I ignored him, often with hostile eyes. I am very sad, and I am also very sad. I reread those words in my memory every day and always feel that I am right. One day, I found such a piece of paper on my desk, which read: Son, I didn't mean to hit you, but I was determined to turn iron into steel. Other children have finished their homework and are still playing downstairs. If you study like this every day, how can your body hold up? Dad wants you to learn every minute to prevent time from passing by in a hurry, but you can't just see that little time every night. Love your father. I saw traces of tears on that note, and I was a little shaken.
I wrote back; Dad, I didn't mean to be angry with you. It is my fault that I treated you like that. But you must understand me. Other people's children finish their homework quickly and then go out to play. I can't. I know my father's good intentions. My son, I was in tears and filled with great regret. I stuffed this letter into my father's pocket.
At this moment, I finally realized the greatness of fatherly love. I really want to say to my father, "Dad, I was wrong!" " "
Two letters later, I met my father, but I didn't know what to say. He said to me, "Eat!" I clearly heard that I agreed, "hmm!"
He left me another note: son, dad believes in you, you pursue your goal, dad doesn't ask you to do anything, as long as you feel right, just do it!
I deeply felt my father's love and care for me. Encouraged by love, I must study hard and fight this battle beautifully to repay my father's love.
If I were Nightcrawler who traveled thousands of miles, my father would be a gentle lamp in the dark night, illuminating me from a distance and gently calling back my hesitant steps; If I were just a poor self-pity actor, my father would be the warm applause that made me confident and urged me to work hard; If I am a playful little fish, my father is a green lake, which not only contains my naughty willfulness, but also spreads my happiness like ripples. ...
4. Piece of composition about fatherly love, although my father is very strict with me at ordinary times. But I know how much my father loves me. Dad's love is selfless and great.
One winter, it snowed heavily and I got pneumonia. My parents hugged me and ran to the hospital step by step. When he arrived at the hospital, the doctor handed his father a big iron plate and said, "Put the iron plate in your arms to cover the heat, and use it when the child takes a chest film later." Without saying anything, dad lifted his clothes and put the iron plate on his chest. Mom quickly stopped and said, "Sandwich vest." Dad said, "It's okay. I just hold it. Children should not freeze for a while. " It was so cold in winter that my father did not hesitate to put the iron plate directly on his chest. As soon as he put it on, his body trembled with cold, but he just frowned and made no sound.
That was when I was a kid. Up to now, whenever I think of tears, I will turn around in my eyes. But I will learn from my father's strength and not shed tears, turn the love my father gave me into a driving force for learning, repay my parents with excellent results, and repay their parenting kindness.
If maternal love is like water, then paternal love is a mountain. If maternal love is a trickle, then paternal love is a rolling cloud. Yes, my father's love is as tall and firm as a mountain. Father's love, every bit is worth savoring. Fatherly love, like maternal love, is the greatest love in the world. I can often feel the mountain of father's love.
5. My dad sent money to see my dad for 300 words. He seems to be always 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 my habit 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 a follower of my father. At that time, I was very active and couldn't be idle for a moment. I only know how to play with my father, hold his wide and warm hand tightly with my little hand and feel the warmth of his palm. I don't want 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 short and fat, he is tall and straight, full of confidence and strength. Looking up at his back, I feel full of security now. I feel that even if the sky falls, my father can carry it for me. I felt so confident that I even looked up unconsciously. The calendar at home has been torn page after page. I changed one book after another. I have full confidence in my father. After several years of madness, I gradually left my father's side and made some friends. Naturally, my friend replaced my father. I spent my time with my friend bit by bit, but I forgot my father. I looked up and found my father. I studied for an hour, but suddenly I found that my father was not what he used to be. -My father is 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 has always been full of self-confidence, but it has been smoothed over by the trivial things in life and looks slightly hunched over. When he came to 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 cherished? That's a pair of hands that I'm completely unfamiliar with. The shocking blue veins on my hands stung 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 and health today, but he never complained. We had some rebellions in adolescence, which created two generations. I seldom have 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 comforted me with poor words. 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.
6. The branches of the 600-word composition describing father's love are covered with snow. Little by little snowflakes fall from the sky, fall on me, fall on the branches, and fall on everything in Huangshan. I left deep footprints in the snow, extending to the front.
On this trip to Huangshan, my father was the only one who took me. At this point, my only support is my father. I walk carefully on this "Qifeng", a cliff, where more than a dozen people die every year. I took off my legs wrapped in thick cotton trousers and awkwardly walked up the steps. Dad hugged me and watched my movements anxiously.
"Stop!" Dad's anxious shouts echoed in my ears. I stopped and my father rushed up quickly. "Why are your skates gone?" He asked eagerly, but did not contain a trace of blame. I looked down, yes, how could the skates be gone? I bought it at the foot of the mountain to prevent slipping. How could it disappear on foot? I looked at my father, shook my head and said I didn't know where I had gone.
Without saying anything, dad squatted down, untied his skates and put them on my feet carefully. Then he took my hand and walked down a step. It's like dancing on the ice. He feels that he will fall down if he is not careful. Suddenly, my father's foot slipped, and I quickly pulled it hard to stabilize him a lot. I held him tightly, intending never to let go.
Another time, when I passed a lonely peak, I could even see the vast sea of clouds under my feet. I don't know if I will be buried in this Huangshan Mountain. My legs shook involuntarily, and my heart seemed to jump out. I was so scared that I closed my eyes and froze there. Dad immediately took my hand, and that kind of warmth would be pulled out of my ice and snow. I tried to hold my father's hand, and those hands, that warmth, took me down slowly. Those hands condensed my father's love for me, which made me forget that I was in a world of ice and snow and made me warm physically and mentally.
These hands, this warmth, this father loves to accompany me in the ice and snow, melting the ice and snow; It will also accompany me on the road of life and give me the courage to overcome difficulties. Father's love will always be with me!
7. A 600-word composition about fatherly love If maternal love is delicate, then fatherly love is rough; If a mother's love is gentle as water, then a father's love is as steady as Mount Tai. Every time I read Zhu Ziqing's back, my father's back will emerge in front of my eyes. The father is not a great man and has never done anything to make his son proud, but he is indeed a father who makes his son proud.
I am not a son who worries my father. I am naughty and playful, and I have never understood my father's good intentions. My academic performance is a worry to him. It was not until that incident that I completely changed.
That year, I played truant. My truancy is because of fun and boredom. I hid at home without saying a word, waiting for my father's stormy punishment. I am fully prepared to respond to all this with silence. At this moment, the door creaked and my father sat beside me with the breath of a day's work. To my surprise, he said nothing but smoked one cigarette after another, as if his words were in the misty smoke. I stole a look at him and suddenly found that my father was old. I have never seen my father so carefully: the traces of years climbed up his cheeks prematurely, the frosted white hair on his temples was so out of proportion to his age, and his fingers with cigarettes were shaking slightly. Looking at dad's hands, I can't help wondering: are these dad's hands? Are these the hands that touched my little face when I was a child?
I remember those hands holding me high, tickling me and laughing; I used to remember that every time those hands carried me to the back seat, they had to press hard, as if afraid that I would fall; I remember that every morning at school, when I was still sleeping, those big hands pulled me out of bed and held a bowl of hot egg noodles. Now these hands have changed and become so rough, like old dead trees in the yard. It's all for me, for me, my father is old! Thought of here, I shed tears unwillingly. "Dad, I'm going to school and I'm leaving tomorrow." My father's mouth moved as if to say something, but he didn't say anything. He just threw the cigarette on the ground, stepped on it with his foot and said, "Go to bed early and I'll see you off tomorrow." Said, and went out, leaving only my back.
The next day, when I woke up, my father was standing in front of my bed with a bowl of hot egg noodles on the table. Father said, "Eat, and I'll take you there later." I sat in the back seat of my father's bike again. When I was a child, I often made my father bow his back like this. But this is the first time since I grew up. I did grow up, because my father worked too hard, and my back was a little hunched, but I think it was enough to block the cold wind blowing in front. At that moment, my father's back became eternal.
As time went on, my father's back was not as straight as before, but slightly hunched. I see: I have grown up, but my father is old. After that, I stopped being tired of learning and my grades improved day by day. Because I know I go to school with my father's responsibility.
I love my father just as my father loves me.
8. A composition about fatherly love 600 words fatherly love
Others say that fatherly love is a mountain, high and deep, standing quietly, sheltering us from the wind and rain. My father is Wang Yang Dahai, with a broad mind and a long history, who silently embraces all of us. Father is the sun father in my heart, warming our hearts with that fiery heart. So is my father.
I still remember that day, the coming of the storm broke the calm of the past, and the thick trees swayed from side to side under the strong wind. I'm going to cram school, and suddenly I have no idea. Looking up at the sky, like a lion devouring the whole world; Looking around, everything was tortured to death. Beads of rain as big as beans hit the flowers, making the delicate face look particularly gaunt. How to get there? It's raining cats and dogs, splashing ink all over the sky, riding a bike, afraid of getting wet pants; I'm afraid I'm a little tired when I walk, and suddenly I'm as confused as a monk. Just then, my father ran out of the bedroom and said to me, "I'll take you by bike!" " "He took the car, took the rain gear, ready to move on. On the road, the wind rustled, and despite the protection of my raincoat, I still felt a chill. My father seemed to know my mind, stopped the car and wrapped my raincoat around me. My heart was suddenly warm. Little by little, raindrops fell gently on his father's back and slowly penetrated into his back; Beads of rain in my hair ran down my forehead and I was soaked to the skin. My heart is so sour that I can't bear to open my umbrella to cover my father's wet body. I don't know whether it is the trembling of my shivering hands or the fact that my umbrella was ravaged by the cold wind-it kept shaking, but my heart kept holding an umbrella for my father. My father's body was wet and my heart was covered with hot air. After getting off the bus, he said happily to me, you are grown up and sensible, and there is a happy person in your umbrella! I vaguely heard my father deeply moved. My heart is silent: dear dad, you have paid too much for me. I feel my father's broad love, watching him go further and further ... Looking at his temporary back, I feel deeply, I feel the greatness of his love, and I feel the delicate love under his rigid face.
In my heart, father's love is that tall mountain, which sheltered us from the wind and rain with that tall figure. Protect my grass and make my grass feel warm and happy. ...