Writing idea: Taking father as the theme, by recalling and describing his image, deeds and influence on me, I express my love, gratitude and longing for my father, and at the same time explore the greatness and profoundness of father's love. meaning, and the important role and teachings my father played in my growing up. Below, I share three essays with the title "Father" for your reference.
My Father Composition Part 1:
He is the most ordinary father among thousands of fathers. He doesn't have the power to call the wind and rain, but he is enough to plant countless flowers of happiness in my heart. His broad, calloused palms became the ocean where I lived, and I became the fish in the ocean in his palms. I love my dear father.
His chest is my paradise, and his arms have my favorite temperature. He watched my growth with doting eyes. When I was young, I regarded his love as a cage that imprisoned me. Father, forgive me for taking so many years to understand you.
My father used his rough fingers to squeeze out all the tenderness and devotion to weave the flashy dream of my youth. In the dream, I was very happy. Time flies by, between the fingers, between the eyebrows, and through the hair. In short, we cannot catch the tail of time. Many years later, my father, who hoped that his son would succeed and his daughter would succeed, turned his hope into a sharp sword to create my dream. So, I came into contact with a wider sky. That’s why I realized that his arms have the most suitable temperature for me.
In my memory, he never cried. He said that a man who does not shed tears is strong, and only when he is strong can he protect the one he loves. He always holds my hand in the sad dusk and gently twists my hair with his thick palm. He said, why does it grow so fast, and he can hardly hold it anymore before he can hold it enough? The setting sun shone brightly on his face, the wrinkles looked so sad, and the gray hair came so suddenly. My father, he is getting old. Just like the sparse starry sky sprinkles a few silhouettes of shooting stars, like the tall green trees panicking into winter. My father, time has taken away your face but not your vibrant heart. My father, I will be your bright sunshine in the days to come.
My Father Essay Part 2:
Like everyone, I have a father who loves me. He always smiled and cared about me quietly, guarding me with his broad shoulders. I can't see his love, but I always know that he is the person who knows me best in the world.
I will never forget that gloomy winter day. The weather was very bad, and I was woken up by a chaotic sound. I quickly put on my coat and opened the door to take a look. Faintly, I saw a hazy light, bright yellow, like a touch of warmth in the biting cold wind. I shivered and walked there.
Kitchen. The glass door was shrouded in a layer of moist heating, and as I got closer... in the pale white mist, there was a busy figure from behind, that was my familiar father. He was hunched over, as if studying something. I just wanted to call him, but I swallowed it back. It was still dark outside the window, but the lamp that my father turned on was the brightest thing in this chaotic world. It carries my father's love: he carefully cooked breakfast for me with his clumsy hands. The delicious dishes were integrated into his repeated attempts and adjustments, like a scale, only my father can balance it.
My father was holding two golden poached eggs and was about to turn around, but I cunningly wanted to keep this secret, so I ran back to the bed, pretending to be asleep, and waited for a shout. "Pig, get up!" The father poked his head in. Unconsciously, I jumped up. I should have laughed and scolded him like "You are a pig", but my nose was sore because I saw the wrinkles between my father's eyebrows.
I clamored to eat like a baby, but my father made a face: "If you don't get up, you will have to run away for breakfast!" So, as if I had completed a performance, I actively In line with the "old naughty boy". When I came to the restaurant, the perfectly fried poached eggs exuded the tempting aroma, but I couldn't help crying. Three hundred and sixty-five days a year, how many beautiful days and nights have I missed? I’m tired of it, but no matter how much I look at it, I’ll never get tired of it...
"Slow down time, don’t let you grow old again, I am willing to use my Life will change your life..." I have enjoyed love and tolerance for one-eighth of my life, and the remaining half of my life may be used to pay off debts. I used to think that the songs about my father were really sensational, but now I realize that I can’t pay off my father’s debt even with everything I have.
My Father Essay 3:
Father is a very thick book. I admired my father very much when I was a child, but I didn’t understand its meaning; as time goes by and something happens. I gradually got to know my father. He is like water. He becomes more powerful when encountering obstacles. He is a person who becomes stronger when encountering setbacks.
Opening the gate of memory, the footprints of growth surged into my mind like waves. The love of my father is so clear. From childhood to adulthood, I have lived under the care and protection of my father, who made me understand the mystery of the sea and the love of human beings.
Although my father has no education and is not as wealthy as other parents, his contribution to me is definitely no worse than other children
, or even better than them.
Father is a bright beacon, a patient mentor, the backbone of the family, the spiritual pillar, and the silent watcher. And my love for my father is more important than my love for my mother. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible.
He is my good teacher. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to hit or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I did wrong, he would find out the problem and then educate me. He pays great attention to everything about me, so he is very strict with me. But I don't hate him, because my father cares about me and is afraid that I will go astray.
Looking at my father who was getting older, with a hint of gray hair on his temples, I couldn’t help crying again. Seeing that body getting smaller and smaller day by day, my heart was in great pain. I remembered how my father endured it back then.
Poor parents in the world. Behind my growth is my father’s caring care; behind my achievements is my father’s selfless love. My gratitude to my father will always accompany my growth! I have always been I want to say to you: Thank you, my good father!