Father's Back Composition 500 words 1 Under the sunshine, my little mulberry tree is full of vitality, full of green eyes, and the bright green leaves glow with charming luster. A black and red ant crawled leisurely in front of me. "Let's go!" Father's voice rang. I looked down and my father's shadow was reflected in the ground. This shadow is always in front of me, whether in vibrant spring, hot summer, crisp autumn day or cold winter.
Yes, whether it is hot or cold, my father's back will always accompany me.
My father is tall and burly. He looks like a bandit. People who don't know him see him walking with me, and their faces are full of evil spirits. Maybe he will think that bandits kidnapped the children. Because of this, I feel very safe when I am with my father. He seems to be my big bodyguard.
Sitting in the back seat of the car, a super-loud northern Shaanxi folk song thundered and gongs and drums roared. My father's broad back flashed before my eyes again. He was humming, his body was shaking slightly, and there were several literary books on the passenger seat that his father could not live without.
"Drive well, dear, I'm going to be late. Come, come, stop smoking. " Like I'm not his daughter.
Father turned down the volume of the radio in disappointment.
I looked at my father's back.
This figure has been with me, every day since kindergarten. How many times has he sent me to class? He took me to many places.
Father's car stopped and went to school. I don't know when the sun has been covered by dark clouds, and it is raining in Mao Mao. I saw the trees on the roadside covered the grass. A mother handed an umbrella to shade her child, and an old man put his clothes on her shoulder. ...
At this moment, my father pulled me out of the car. He still didn't bring an umbrella and motioned me to hide under his clothes. I had to hide under his clothes and run to school. There is a smell of smoke, but I have no reaction to it. I quickly ran into the school, turned around and saw my father's back, drenched by the rain, and slowly walked to the car, getting warmer and warmer.
Father's Back Composition 500 words 2 My father is old and hobbles forward. But the back is in my heart, so kind and familiar, which reminds me of seeing my father again and again when I was a child.
I remember one night, I didn't know if my father had come back. I slept in a daze and closed my eyes. It seems that my father and mother have talked for a long time. I woke up late the next day, and sure enough I saw my father standing by the bed watching us and laughing: "Get up, look, they have grown taller again!" " When eating, mother said, "Hurry up, your father will be on a business trip soon!" " "We just happy heart immediately sank down, very sad, want to destroy the father. My father seems to see our worries, too My father took a few cents out of his pocket and gave fifty cents each. At that time, the value of money was very heavy, and fifty cents was not difficult. After dinner, my father touched each of us on the head, carried a travel bag on his shoulder, said hello to my mother and went out. Looking at my father's back when he went out, I felt the penny he gave me, and my nose was sour.
I followed my mother when she wasn't looking. Looking at my father's thick and curvy back, it is so clear that it shuttles through the crowd and firmly attracts my sight. My father would never have thought that a 4-year-old child was so attached to him and said goodbye so sadly. Developing a happy family requires both the kindness of the mother and the care of the father. Just like the sun and the moon in the sky, it will be happy. I saw my father's back disappear, so I quickly ran a few steps, so I don't know how many times I ran. Finally, I just sat in the middle of the road and looked at my father's approaching back, holding a dime my father gave me in my hand and crying all the time. At that time, I couldn't express it in any words. I just kept saying, "I gave fifty cents, I gave fifty cents ..."
However, when I see my father's back in the future, I will remember seeing his back when I was a child. That warm memory and sincere affection will last forever in my memory.
Father's Back Composition 500 words 3 One weekend morning, the sound of a storm woke me up through the window. I put on my clothes, walked slowly to the window and lay down deep in thought. ...
That day, just before dawn, I put on my clothes and crept straight to the computer room, skillfully turning on the computer. Then I looked around for fear that the sound of the computer turning on would wake up my family. Seeing that everything was normal, I quickly entered my own game world and seemed to forget everything around me. The more I play, the more excited I get, and I start dancing from time to time. I don't know how long it took, but I turned my head inadvertently and suddenly froze. My father stood behind me without saying a word, and the expression on his face was something I had never seen before. I saw my father's frown, and his sharp eyes stabbed every muscle in my body like a knife. I was too scared to look him in the eye. I hung my head and waited for my father's thunderous criticism, but soon he turned and walked out of the room. It was a helpless figure, and my heart ached badly. I really hope my father will beat me up. I shed tears involuntarily.
I turned off the computer and ran to the bedroom. My father's helpless figure keeps coming to my mind. Thinking that there are only less than two months before graduation, the students are all fighting in secret. Think about it. A few days ago, I just promised my father to stay away from the internet and March to the first place. Think about my father running around to get me into Zhuo Ying Middle School. But this morning, I ...
After this unusual morning, I seem to have grown up at once. If I succeed one day, I want to thank my father for giving me this number.
Dad recited the composition 500 words 4 Since I went to school, I have spent a lot less time with my father. In my impression, my father is always very busy, and I seldom have a chance to see his face clearly, but his back is imprinted on my memory like a brand.
Father is busy with work all day, and he is usually very serious. I seldom get close to my father. But when I pay the tuition, I have to ask my father. Because my family has a large population and many children, all of them go to school. Even in hard days, my father never let us drop out of school. He took on these difficulties himself. The burden of life made my father grow silver hair prematurely, his waist was bent and deformed, and his hands were chapped all the year round. I feel sad when I think about it.
I can't forget those days in high school. Every Wednesday afternoon, my father will send me meals at school. My mother always burns me with hot oil cakes. My father has to go to school by bike 12 miles. Every time I take a meal from my father, I feel a lot of pressure. I think I should study harder. Every time I see my father's distant back, tears come.
I can't forget the day when I went to TV University. My father sent me to school, and he paid me more than 7,000 yuan for tuition. He and his mother sold it for three days. My father didn't talk much, but told me to study hard and find a good job in the future. Looking at my father's distant back, my tears came again.
I have been working for fourteen years now, and my family of three visit my father every week. Father is seventy-one. He is in good health, but his back is more bent. I know: this is a proof of our hard work.
My father bought me his love, his health, his busyness and everything, but he never complained. As a daughter, I know that my father's devotion, love and heart are worthy of my life's expectation and return. Especially the back of my father, will always be reflected in my mind and will never be erased.
In my childhood, I saw more of my father's solid back.
When I was a child, my family was not rich, and my father sent me to and from school on a phoenix bike. For me, my father replaced my feet (because the campus is too far away, my father doesn't trust me to go to school alone). My father is a busy man, busy with shop business every day, leaving early and returning late, dragging my tired body to send me to school, so my father's hair on his temples is gray. For me, this has become a common occurrence.
It was a rainy day. As usual, my father urged me to get up, and then he went to the bike room to get my bike. I followed him after brushing. I opened my eyes wide and vaguely saw a tall figure pushing an old bicycle, which has become unsightly with the passage of time. The wind was blowing rain obliquely, hitting my father and me in the face. My father opened his umbrella and skillfully carried me in the back seat of the car. Holding an umbrella handle in one hand and a bicycle handle in the other, he staggered to school (the road was wet by the rain, the road was slippery, and the front of the car was shaken by the wind). The rain brushed us slightly, and my father moved his umbrella back as far as possible. Although he knew that his hair and clothes were wet, he didn't care about it out of his father's love. Rain dripped from his chin, and I could feel the sweat mixed together.
Dad, my umbrella is crooked, I cried.
No, you are wrong.
It's really crooked, can't you feel it?
No crooked dad answered.
Looking at his father's back and white hair on his temples, tears swirled in his eyes.
In front, is the campus. The rain stopped and the sun shone all over the earth. My father sent me to the school gate, and he stood at the gate and watched me enter the campus (the campus regulations prohibit parents from entering the campus). Looking back, I saw that my father's back had slowly left and gradually disappeared in front of me. I was filled with emotion and bowed deeply to the familiar back.
In my mind, many things are gradually forgotten by many people with the passage of time. Only my father's back is clear, which left me such a deep impression, that is, my mother is a doctor. My mother opened the door to go to work before I finished eating in the morning. Her back is not outside. In the evening, my mother went to study. What I saw on the balcony was her hazy back, and she was in a hurry from morning till night.
What I can't forget is that I won the fourth place in my class unexpectedly through my efforts in the last semester of Grade Three. I was surprised when the teacher announced the score. My classmates also looked at me with envy and surprise. A middle-class student couldn't get high marks and low marks. Excitement replaced surprise, and the excited heart almost jumped out. As soon as the teacher said that school was over, I picked up my schoolbag and flew out of the classroom like an arrow described in the novel. I didn't wait for my classmates. Small stones by the roadside don't appeal to me. My heart is completely occupied by a wish-let's tell dad the good news!
When I came to the crossroads, the familiar figure suddenly appeared in front of me. This is dad! "Dad, I have something to tell you!" I cried. I can't wait. Dad turned to look for shouts, when he noticed me. I ran over and before I could speak, she said, "Good boy, there is an emergency patient waiting for Dad!" " "If you want to go home, just go home first! She left before I came to my senses, leaving me in a hurry. My joy disappeared and tears swirled in my eyes. Dad, dad, do you understand what I want to say to you? I got the fourth place! My nose is sour.
When I got home, I saw my father was tired again. I shouted from my heart: "My good father!" " "How deep is it?
My father's back composition 500 words 7 During my growing years, my father paid a lot for my healthy growth.
Dad is usually very busy. He usually goes out early and comes back late, even on Sundays. There was a holiday on Friday, and the teacher assigned a lot of homework. I was going to have fun for two days, but suddenly I was listless. When I got home, I finished my homework quickly and finally finished it before twelve o'clock. When I packed my things, the whole room was full of books. Because I finished writing a book, I put it away and changed it for another one.
When I got back to school, I found a book missing, and I was anxious. Because school is about to start, I rummaged through my cupboard and schoolbag. I didn't find it. The class finally started, and the teacher strode into the classroom. As soon as I saw it, the teacher had a lot of test papers in his hand. I was very happy and thought; It turns out that you don't need books for the exam. Just look for them after class.
I ran back to the dormitory and got through to my father's cell phone. Dad, can you bring my English book to me? Where is it? I don't know. Hearing this, Dad readily agreed. The big stone in my heart fell to the ground
I waited in the classroom for a long time, a little impatient, thinking; What's Dad doing? He hasn't come yet. Too slow. Has it been a while? Dad's here. When I saw him, I couldn't help saying; Why didn't you come? Can't you hurry? Dad looked at me in surprise when he heard this. You know, home is a little far from school. "Dad, can you stop procrastinating?" Dad listened, didn't answer, silently picked up the book and gave it to me, and then left by himself. I got the book and saw that the place where it was broken had been repaired. At this moment, I understood my father's good intentions.
Just when I wanted to apologize to my father, he had already gone away, and I only saw his back.
Although dad forgot about it later. But I still feel ashamed.
No matter what happens, parents always love us. Parents are also our guides on the road to growth.
On the road of our growth, our parents have paid a lot for us, and we should thank our parents.
Father's Back Composition 500 words 8 An inseparable back, a familiar and vague back, a heartbreaking back, a fat back, a yearning back ... This is my father's back.
When I was a child, my family was poor, so my father had to leave me and my mother to go out to work alone. My family used to sell fruit, and the money I earned in one day was not enough to support my family, so my father decided to go to Nanjing to work alone. At first, my father's decision was opposed by the whole family, but my father was a opinionated person, and his thoughts would not change generally, so my father resolutely went to Nanjing to work hard.
The next day, my father was packing in the room, and I hid behind the door and looked at my father's busy back. Inadvertently, I saw this string of tears hanging in the corner of my father's eye. My father put the family photo he had just taken into a worn-out bag. I can't help crying. I hugged my father with sadness. I sobbed and said, "Dad … Dad, don't go, don't leave me." My father hugged me and patted me on the back. I snuggled up to my father's shoulder. I don't know how long it took, but I fell asleep. In my vague vision, I saw my father hobbling towards me and leaving a single kiss on my forehead. My father's back was blurred. If there was anything, I got out of bed carefully, walked behind my father and looked at his fat figure. My father carried his luggage on his shoulders and walked with heavy steps, gradually disappearing from me until he saw only a vague and familiar figure.
Before, I only saw my father's back. Now, my father is back, and he has come face to face. Maybe he seldom sees his father's face. His father's face was dark, his hair was fluffy and he lost a lot of weight. I don't know when, there are several deep wrinkles on his face. This is the first time I have seen my father after years of separation.
When I was a child, my father didn't give me much love, but the love I couldn't touch was felt in my father's every move. At that time, only my father's back was lingering.
Now that life is getting better and better, my father no longer works for a family, and I feel at home.
My father recites 500 words of composition. My father is neither a farmer nor an intellectual, nor a literary youth. He used to be a coolie in the transportation management office. He is him, unknown, but down to earth.
When I was a child, I had little impression of my father. At that time, my father was always on duty and didn't go home for dinner until nine or even ten o'clock. Now that I have grown up, my father has his own career. I thought I would be more comfortable, but the situation hasn't changed. Being without my father has become a regret in my heart.
On that day, when I officially became a student of Liang Hai Primary School and boarded the school bus, my parents came to see me off. My mother said a few more words to me, which I was tired of listening to. And my father, leaning on his spacious SUV, looked at me with his eyes that could see through everything, full of expectation and encouragement. However, I can see that those shocking eyes are clearly mixed with sadness and sadness.
I am his son, and I am convinced that he loves me, and the answer is yes. I haven't seen my father's face carefully once before. I thought he was not old, but made of steel, and time couldn't help him. But now I know: I was wrong! Father is not the father he used to be. His original white face was tanned by the ruthless sun; The forehead is cut off by the sharp edge of the years; Eyes that should be radiant are often bloodshot; The nose is not as high as before; The skin becomes rough and the voice becomes hoarse. Thought of here, I can't help but red eyes.
The school bus is about to leave, and my thoughts are flying. I can't help but have a sore nose and red eyes, but I never let it fall. The school bus started and the parents turned away. In the roar of the engine, I was surprised to find that my mother's back was not heavy, but slightly sad. My father's back is different from the back he usually leaves in a hurry because of official duties. This figure is lonely and cold, but it is full of a father's heartfelt love for his children.
I finally couldn't control myself, and tears dripped on my skirt. The back of my father's departure will always be fixed by me and become an indelible and precious memory in my mind.
Father's back composition 500 words 10 Father's back is ambiguous.
My family lives in the mountains, and my father went out soon after giving birth to me. I rarely see my father, and I only spend a few days together every year during the New Year.
That year, the white snow in the mountains was still decorated on the hills, the muddy ground in the countryside was covered with red firecrackers, and the Spring Festival couplets were posted on the doors of every household to welcome the New Year. The couplets were written by the elders in the village with a brush, with a red background behind the ink characters, from which joy jumped out.
But on this day, my father said goodbye again.
On that day, my family helped my father carry his luggage along this path full of red remnants, leaving our footprints on the muddy road, which seemed to keep us. The traffic is inconvenient in the mountains, so we have to walk a long way to get to the bus. My father walked silently in front, followed by my grandparents, my brother and me. I didn't carry anything in my hand, and my legs were too short to get away, so I had to trot behind the last one.
When I looked up breathlessly, I saw my father's back at first sight. My father's back seems to be bigger than the distant peaks, and those with snow are shorter than my father. At that moment, the back of my father wearing a big brown leather coat was deeply imprinted in my mind.
Many years have passed, and this figure in my mind has been eroded by time and gradually blurred.
At that time, we put dad on the bus. Dad seems afraid to look at us and rarely looks back along the way. I finally got on the bus before I saw his eyes, holding back tears and turning red.
The car drove away mercilessly, and the passing wind raised the snow on the branches and leaves. We stood in the snow, as if it were another cold winter.
The figure in my memory is getting more and more blurred, but in the days to come, there will never be such a figure again. After my father left that year, ...
Father's back composition 500 words 1 1 father's love is an umbrella, in order to shelter from the wind and rain; Father's love is a tree that brings me the shade of the hot sun; Father's love is a lamp that illuminates the direction for me.
The wind was biting, and it was raining at night. I curled up under the covers and trembled. I'm scared in the face of this dark night! I can't help but leave a few tears. How I wish my father could be by my side at this moment! Suddenly, I saw the door open slightly. I dare not open my eyes. I only feel a pair of gentle big hands adding a quilt to me. When I opened my eyes, I only saw my father's generous and warm back.
The inner fear can't be alleviated, and the rest is only moved and warm.
The hot weather in June made me feel uneasy, so I stepped on the steps to get the notice. The moment I received the notice, I collapsed, and 50 red figures appeared in front of my eyes! I know I will be scolded by my father!
When I got home, my hand trembled slightly and I gave the notice to my father. I saw my father frown, but I didn't say anything. I was afraid to hide in the house, and when I came out, I only saw my father's lost and sad back! Wipe your tears on your face with your hands!
Dad didn't scold me, but raised his mouth slightly and said to me, "It doesn't matter, just try to do well in the exam next time." Dad believes that my daughter is the best. "
What simple words set off a storm in my heart, which made my heart restless for a long time! I will never forget my father's words, his smile and his changeable back!
Dad, thank you for being with me when I was scared and caring about me. Thank you for encouraging me and loving me when I am frustrated! May my love and gratitude for you drift like a breeze and never fade!
Father's back composition 500 words 12 Go to school in the morning and go out alone. When I turned to pick up my schoolbag and looked up, my father's back hit my sight. Suddenly, I felt my heart was hurt.
I just remembered, I don't know, once upon a time, I began to hate my father's company on the road? How so natural, as if it should be a small matter. ...
This reminds me of my childhood.
When I was a child, I was naturally active. I always like to pester my father to take me to the park. My father is tall, striding and walking fast. I have been walking, and I can only see a vague figure. So, jump and chase until you walk side by side with the man with the back.
I went to primary school. The school is not too far from home, but I still go with my father, who will pick me up after school. My father's pace is still so fast, but I am not far away from him, just following closely. Looking at his back, my heart is inexplicably stable. His back is my lighthouse. As long as I see it, I can find the direction of my home.
I don't remember when it was a long time ago. In tandem, a large and a small figure became a lonely person and asked his father not to pick him up. The reason is simple. He walks slowly. It's so self-righteous to think about it now. If the lighthouses have disappeared, how can we expect to find the direction of "home"? The direction in my heart is lost, what else do I want to pursue? I'm about to become a person who abandons "home".
I was late for the first time today. Because I inexplicably stopped my father and asked him to accompany me to school. Along the way, I deliberately slowed down and followed my father, only to realize that my tall and straight back became a little wobbly, but I still sheltered me from the wind and rain like a tree. My eyes are a little moist. I decided that my father would still take me home.
Just like a child who has finally found a home after a lot of wind and rain, he found the feeling of home behind his father. School is over, go home, it's time to go home. ...
Father's Back Composition 500 words 13 In my memory, the most unforgettable thing is my father's back.
At least in my impression, my father is very tall. My father supports a family like superman. He is the one who works hard. He is in the wind and rain, and things are still him. I naturally admire him. He is tall and strong.
It was a rainy day. I didn't bring my umbrella. The rain outside seems to be deliberately against me. It's getting bigger and bigger, and it doesn't mean to stop. I rushed into the rain with my bag. As expected, I was baptized by the rain. Rain drops on my hair, from which it flows to my cheeks and neck. Everywhere I go, there is a biting chill, and I can't help shivering. "Da-da-da-da-da-"I'm getting colder and colder, letting the rain splash with my pace. Just when I was at a loss, I saw a lifeline. It's my father. He came to save me like superman!
I saw him holding an umbrella tightly and looking around. Rain dripped on his clothes along the edge of the umbrella. The clothes were wet, but he just wanted to find me and not let the students ask anything.
I rushed over and my father relaxed when he saw me. Instead, he scolded me, but I said I forgot to bring my umbrella. It's smart to think that I can protect myself.
My father walked in front, and I was a little depressed when I saw his back. Black cloth, even a bloated figure, makes me so familiar but so strange. I feel sad from the bottom of my heart, but why should I be sad? What happened?
What the hell is going on?
I remember that my father used to be extremely serious and said a thousand words, and every word made people feel shocked and revered from the heart. Why, why are you as trivial as a woman? Father used to be visible at a glance in the crowd, but now how can he be covered up by people?
What's the matter? Father is old.
And that tall figure has already slowly disappeared and can only exist in my memory.
Father's Back Composition 500 words 14 Today, you are going to travel far away, and we have actually separated now. When did I start helping you?
Time is on me, always fast and slow.
At that time, when I was so young, you held my hand and I followed you to a strange city after a long separation. I was so naughty when I was a child that I couldn't sit still. I run out every day. You pulled me and told me to be careful not to fall. I held your hand and left. You watched me until I disappeared.
Finally, I reached the grade of school. Carrying a small schoolbag, cheering and running to school, you told me to be careful and study hard in the back. I ran away without knowing it. I don't know if you will keep staring at me like before until you open your eyes hard and can't see your back.
There are more and more books on my desk, holding pens longer and longer, and sleeping shorter and shorter. The desk is in the window, my back is to the door, and my room is opposite yours. I don't know, are you staying up late every night, sleepy or forcing yourself to open your eyes, as I did in the third grade at that time? It's just that I stare at the book. What about you?
Such a fast time. I'm a senior three now. Being away from home, I stay at school six days a week. Every time I go to school with my schoolbag on my back, you always look at me from behind.
I know all about it. But I dare not look back.
Mom, you know, I haven't cried for years. I feel horrible. I can't control myself when I turn around.
You're leaving now. I can't say anything.
I just look at the back, watching your thin back, getting smaller and smaller. However, how can it become more and more blurred?
Once I saw your back, my world became blurred. So, after so many years, what will your world look like when you look at my distant back again and again?
My dear mother!
Dad's back composition is 500 words 15. Dad is very serious, although he has to do everything well. But I think dad is too serious and always blames me. The spring outing in grade three showed me the other side of my father.
That day, it was raining lightly. My father and I walked under an umbrella without saying a word. I looked around all the way, here and there. Dad said, "What's the hurry? It's still early. " I have to slow down.
My father and I walked to the place where the trees were planted without saying a word. The rain stopped and the ground was wet. If you are not careful, you will fall down. I excitedly ran to my partner with a small shovel and played with them. Dad watched me play with a straight face.
I was having a good time when my father said to me, "You play, I'll go back first and pick you up later." I was about to answer my father when I fell down and blood was flowing out. I don't think the wound is very painful, but I pretended to be very painful to attract my father's attention. But dad is still that serious, indifferent face. I was very disappointed and thought, well, I don't care.
Dad looked at the wound on my leg and said, "Never mind, it will be fine in a couple of days." After that, I left without looking back. I looked at my father's back angrily, and the partner next to me seemed to see my mind and said to me, "I bet your father will turn back!" " ""I bet he won't look back! " "Wait and see! "Although I said I didn't want to, I really hope he will come back. Unexpectedly, my father looked back at me, which happened to be seen by me. Looking at my father's worried and encouraging eyes, my heart suddenly lit up, as dazzling as the sun. Dad is wearing a thin black coat and walking silently. I looked at my father's tall figure, very moved, and tears swirled in my eyes. I realized that everything my father did was for my own good!