Dad's sixth grade composition 1 Many students' dads like smoking, and dads are no exception.
Every day after dinner, Dad takes out a pack of cigarettes from his pocket and begins his "beauty enjoyment". I saw my father "click" to press the button, the lighter caught fire, the smoke was lit, my father took a sip and then spit it out. A thick smoke came at me and my mother. My mother was so smoked that she cried. I kept coughing. Mother said angrily to her father, "Please don't smoke. Smoking is harmful to health. " Dad crossed his legs and said casually, "where is the man who doesn't smoke?" Go, go! "
Not only that. One day, I saw an advertisement for "No Smoking" on TV and immediately ran to tell my father, but he said, "How can you believe the advertisement? The advertisement said that the set of beauty and skin care products that your mother bought turned white and red in 10 day, but it didn't change after your mother used it for two months, and it was still the same as before. " I'm speechless.
Dad, dad, please quit smoking, my mother and I are dying of you!
In my life, there is a "big tree" that has always accompanied me, propping up a sky for our home and letting me thrive in his arms.
When I was young, I was in poor health and often caught a cold. On one occasion, my father heard uncle Zhang, a guest in my house, say that there is a prescription for treating a cold, that is, baking Houttuynia cordata with cola and soaking in water can cure a cold. There are houttuynia cordata on the hillside of our community. When my father was about to step out of the house, his mother stopped him and said it was raining outside. He would pick houttuynia cordata tomorrow, but my father still picked up his umbrella and went out. In the rain, my father picked houttuynia cordata while playing an umbrella. I looked at this hazy figure by the window, and a warm current came to my mind. When I got home, my father was soaked to the skin. He didn't change clothes at once, but boiled medicine for me first. Finally, I took a few doses of this medicine, and I got over my cold.
Time flies, time flies. There are all kinds of exams in a blink of an eye. Taking the report card home, sometimes I feel like a rabbit, and sometimes I feel like fifteen buckets-so anxious. When my grades are excellent, my father will be overjoyed and say to me, "Yes, keep working hard and don't be proud"; When my grades are not ideal, I will be very depressed and sad. My father will encourage me to "nothing, failure is the mother of success, and I will do well in the next exam" and reflect with me to find out the existing problems.
Dear dad, you are a selfless towering tree, paying for me without asking for anything in return!
Throughout the ages, many articles are used to praise maternal love, and dad's love is especially precious. Dad's love for me is not like protecting a fragile vase, but educating me with his stern growl.
In the winter morning, although the sun is shining, there is still a cold breath everywhere. I am a little lazy, pretending to sleep under the covers. "Get up, do you know what time it is? Do you want to go to school? " Dad came to my room with his growl. Hearing the roar, I immediately uncovered the quilt, put on a penguin suit, and aimed at my father from time to time for fear that he would roar again.
When I came home from school, I found my father sitting on the sofa, wearing glasses and crossing his legs, shaking the newspaper in his hand from time to time and frowning slightly. I know this is a precursor to the storm. My father was watching me. I rushed into the room and trampled on the floor that my mother had just laid. "Put down your schoolbag and mop the floor clean," dad shouted. I walked slowly to the mop. "What are you unhappy about? You asked for it. " Dad shouted again.
Once, I asked my mother, "Why does my father always yell at me?" Mom said earnestly, "Your father yelled at you to make you develop a good habit of not relying on others from an early age. Now he takes throat pills every day. " After listening to this, I understand my father a little.
Dad's roar roared out a decent pupil. Dad's love is really unique. Dad, I hope you can protect your voice while educating me. I love you, Dad!
My father's sixth grade composition 4 recorded 700 words of my father's sixth grade composition (3) The mid-term exam is coming, and the children's shoes are reviewing nervously. Only I am confident enough to take the exam seriously and still play. After lunch that day, I said to my father, "Dad, today is science class;" We have learned how to think in many ways. Hearing this, my father had a brainwave: "Yue Angxiong, my father has a problem. Can you help me solve it? "
I readily promised (but I never expected that this was "set up" by my father! )。 "Where we work, there is a doorman who goes to work and sleeps. I have three ways to deal with him. " Dad said slowly, "the first way is to deduct his salary;" The second is to ask him to check whether other colleagues have slept at work; The third is a critical letter.
""He wrote a 4000-word review and should be punished! As soon as my voice fell, my father quickly said, "well, if you don't do well in the midterm exam, you will also be fined to write a 4000-word review." "Very good." I readily promised my father. Alas, because of overconfidence and carelessness, I only got more than 85 points in physics.
In this way, I fell into the trap of my father. From then on, I never dared to be arrogant. This time, when I was dealing with writing 4000 words, it was also called "remembering". My father writes a composition.
My father is a soldier, with a pair of small and intense eyes embedded in his face. He walked with his head held high, showing the demeanor of a soldier.
My father is very concerned about my study. Although he is very busy at work, he will never forget my study. If I make progress, my father will laugh like honey. If I make a mistake, my father will not scold me for hitting me, but teach me patiently and convince me. Dad is my good friend. When I have difficulties, he will solve them with me. When you are lonely, you will play badminton with me, and play chess at blackjack. In life, my father is careless with himself, but careful with me. When I go to bed at night, I always feel that my father quietly walks into my room to help me cover the quilt and says, "Cover the quilt and don't catch cold."
My father has a wide range of hobbies, like singing, writing and drawing ... He always finishes everything and never gives up halfway. My father often says to me, "Persistence is victory. No matter how difficult it is, we will succeed as long as we work hard. "
How I want to say to my father, "thank you for your concern and love." I will always remember everything you gave me. Thank you, Dad. " .
People say that maternal love is the greatest in the world. But in my opinion, fatherly love is greater. At home, my idol is my father, because in my heart, my father is the best father in the world
A few years ago, my father didn't go out to work because my mother wasn't feeling well in those months, so my father had to stay at home with my mother. Once, just after I got home, I saw my father's rough big hands soaked in cold water, and my nose was sore, so I ran into the room and cried secretly.
One Wednesday morning, when I came home from school, I just walked into the kitchen and smelled a smell of fried paste. It turned out that dad was cooking and frying vegetables. My tears fell into the bowl after my father cooked the meal. Although the bowl tasted salty and a little burnt, I ate it anyway. Eating and thinking, a big man stays at home, does not go out to earn money, and does what women do at home. I feel extremely sad and sad.
In the eyes of my father, I will always be a child, a child who will never grow up. Every time I do anything, he will take care of me. Don't make me sad, sad. Although my father has been working in other places for many years and only comes back once a year, he calls me and my mother every five days and sends money every other month. Every time my father comes back, I ask him to buy me some school supplies, such as pens, and I also use his pocket money to buy some nutrition for my mother.
Dad is great, and his love for me is great. I should cherish this great love and enjoy it.
By my side, there has always been a person who cares about me in every possible way, guiding me forward like a bright lamp, and that person is my father.
My father is kind. He not only met most of my needs in life, but also helped me and encouraged me in my studies. Once, I was thinking about an expansion exercise of "one lesson and three exercises" until 9: 30, and there was no result. Dad saw me frown and helped me solve it together. Soon, my father found that there was something wrong with the conditions of this problem and asked me to report to the teacher tomorrow. I nodded again and again.
Dad is also very strict. I remember when I first learned table tennis, I always tried to find some friends who were worse than me and then showed off my skills to my father. But what I didn't expect was a sweeping rebuke: "son, do you really like playing table tennis or just want to hear others praise you?" If you really want to practice table tennis well, find some people with better table tennis skills and keep learning from each other, so that you can make progress! " After hearing my father's words, I bowed my head in shame. Yes, I really want to get applause from others, but I didn't expect this idea to be wrong.
My father's life has benefited me a lot: if a person wants to achieve something, he must learn modestly from an early age, work hard and make himself stronger!
There are four people in my family, father, mother, me and a princess who is one and a half years old.
For a while, I never met my father. I didn't know until I asked my mother, because my father went to the construction site after five o'clock every morning. At that time, I was still sleeping and didn't go home until late at night.
Once, I woke up at night and looked up at the clock. It's already past ten in the evening. I don't know what happened today. Dad came back early. I almost cried when I saw my father covered in mud. He ran out as soon as he took off his coat, and then he heard his father coughing. I realized that my father was ill and went outside to cough, so that we could have a good sleep.
Dad came back early on his birthday. Mother opened the cake box and put in candles. Mother lit every candle with a lighter. Dad is about to blow out the candles. "Ding Rinrin" phone rang, and I ran to answer it. On the phone, my uncle said, "Tell your father to come to the construction site quickly." My uncle hung up the phone, and my tears slowly flowed down. My father put on his coat and ran out without saying goodbye.
Ah, dad, you are a tall and strong tree, which provides us with a shade. I thrive under your care. Dad, you have worked hard!
My father is not much different from other people's fathers, but he has a great "shortcoming" that is selfless.
A worker who always wears overalls, of medium build, with thick eyebrows, high nose and thick lips. My selfless father.
I remember, it was one night, and it was past 10, but my father hasn't come back yet. It is conceivable that my father worked overtime again. Suddenly, a burst of footsteps ... open the door, dad is back! I can see my father's pale face, dragging his tired body and coming home with a sweat smell. I can't help thinking; Is this my father? My mother and I shed tears like broken beads. Dad, who always stresses hygiene and loves cleanliness, lay down and fell asleep without taking care of washing. This shows how tired he is.
However, in the middle of the night, it suddenly began to rain cats and dogs. "Knock, knock, knock ..." Someone knocked at the door. After mom got up and opened the door, there was a conversation. "Cai teacher at home? There is a broken machine part in the factory. I want to ask Master Cai to repair it. " Oh, he's ... "Ok, let's go now." I got up and sneaked a look, only to see my father get dressed quickly, grab an umbrella and disappear with the man in the rain. Dad, I don't know how long it will take to repair this trip. Will I catch a cold when I come back ... A series of questions surround me, and I really can't worry about my father.
Hey! How can a father have such a "shortcoming"! When can my mother and I rest assured?
My father is an electrician and works in Jiutian Business Company.
My father is of medium height, with dark skin, bright eyes under his eyebrows and a serious and gentle face, because he is sometimes serious and gentle to me. He is "horrible" when he is serious and kind when he is gentle.
One day, I was watching TV. Suddenly, my father pushed the door and said, "Why are you watching TV again? Have you finished your homework? " I said, "Not yet." Dad said seriously, "then you'd better watch TV." Go and do your homework. " I whispered, "Dad, today is Saturday. Can't you write this afternoon? " I didn't expect my father to be more angry. He turned off the TV and said to me, "Don't talk nonsense. Go and do your homework, and then read it after you finish it! " "So I have to do my homework.
This is my father's serious side, isn't it horrible? But my father still has a gentle side. Here is an example.
It was a summer night, and my father was lying in bed watching TV after taking a shower in breeches with two ropes tied around his waist. My brother actually took those two ropes and sat on my father's stomach, riding him like a horse. I thought my father would be angry. I didn't expect my father to scold my brother, but also smiled kindly and said to his brother, "Is it fun?" The younger brother said happily, "Fun." I also smiled and said, "Brother, don't flatten dad's stomach!" " "Say that finish, father and brother laughed.
Look! This is my serious and gentle father!
Dad's sixth grade composition 1 1 Dad often travels. It takes a month or half a month to come back every time. And this time I came back, it was nearly two months later. Let me miss for a long time, for a long time. ...
When my father came back, I always thought he would make a fuss and give me many unexpected surprises from time to time. But he came back and didn't come back. There was no change. The whole family attaches great importance to his arrival, but he is boring. Let people feel his arrival.
Whenever I have something to ask him, he often shirks it to his mother. But once he does something, he is absolutely serious. Can be said to be doing my best! For example, once, I met an extremely difficult Olympic math problem, and I had to ask my father for help. He was the best math student in our family. When I found him, he was surprisingly not shirking it to his mother. On the contrary, there is still a trace of excitement and firmness in the fundus. I saw that he asked me for two pieces of draft paper and listed all kinds of strange formulas. When I came back to find him again, he had already listed the formula on one piece of paper and was listing the formula on another piece of paper. I gave him a worried look and thought, can you work out so many formulas? I said nothing and walked away again. Finally, my father listed a paper full of two formulas, and finally several comprehensive formulas solved the problem.
Dad came back, although very flat and dizzy, but it was great for us!
Dad's sixth grade composition 12 Do you want to know the story of my dad quitting smoking? Let me tell you slowly!
I saw a huge advertisement about smoking being harmful to health. The advertisement was a burning cigarette, with hands and feet burned to ashes and lungs in complete darkness. I was worried that my father would become like this, so I began to persuade him to give up smoking. Dad listened to my words and really started to quit smoking. In order to encourage my father to quit smoking, my mother and I bought him snacks such as chewing gum and chicken feet.
In the first few days, my father consciously chewed gum when he wanted to smoke. After a few days, he became a little agitated, and his hand would unconsciously reach into his pocket to get a cigarette, but he still endured it. After a few days, he seemed to regain his spirits. But I leaned over and smelled it, and I felt that he smelled of smoke. Dad said mysteriously, "Be gentle, don't tell mom!" " "But I don't appreciate it. My mother and I studied Lin Zexu and the destruction of opium once in Humen. Made dad fly into a rage. My mother and I can't help him either, so we can only let him keep smoking. But I still advised him to smoke less, at least not at home.
Alas, it seems that it is really difficult for dad to quit smoking! Does your father smoke? Is there any good way to tell me?
Dad's sixth grade composition 13 is 40 years old, of medium build, with big eyes, smart and alert.
Dad is a soldier, and now he is the deputy head of the development team. Dad seldom comes back, only my mother and I are at home. Every time you finish it, there will be a lot left, and if you can't finish it, you will lose it.
Every weekend, the children and dads in our yard came back, but my dad didn't. I quickly called my dad to the police station, but the soldier said, "Your dad is out." I think so: Dad must be busy and can't call him.
I remember that on my birthday, my father promised me that he would come back, and my mother prepared a sumptuous dinner. My mother asked me to eat first, but I didn't want to. I hope my father can share it with me. I waited and waited, waiting for the stars in the sky to be submerged. Not only did I unconsciously fall asleep at my desk. After a while, I found someone holding me. When I opened my eyes, I saw that it was my father, and my tears immediately flowed down. Dad said to me: I am a soldier. I have to defend my children so that I can live a happy life like you!
Dad's sixth grade composition 14 Dad's face is dark. If he is angry, his eyes will open wide. There is an anger in his eyes, and his nose is still venting, just like "Niu Wangmo". Dad has a lot of beards under his mouth. If viewed from the side, the beard and hair are almost connected. However, dad shaves his beard cleanly every day.
Dad loves me very much. I remember one time, my father took me to play in Xilamulun. I'm glad to see the blue sky and green trees. Just as I was having fun, suddenly, a big black dog emerged from the grass, glared fiercely and approached me step by step. Dad quickly said, "Don't move, son!" " I stopped, and my father immediately picked up a thick stick and stood in front of me to protect me. I was afraid of being bitten, so I hugged my father tightly and felt very safe. The big black dog is getting closer. Dad swung the stick hard a few times. The big black dog got scared and ran away with its tail between its legs.
Dad is still very cautious. Once, my father and I built blocks together. Dad said he would build a tall tower. Dad put all the building blocks on it, but he still needs the last one. Dad picked it up and put it on the top of the tower. Suddenly, dad stopped, took something to support around the tower and put the last building block on it. Dad said, "Be careful in everything, just like building blocks."
Dad loves me, and I love dad! Dad is brave, humorous and clever. He is my favorite person.
Everyone has his own father, and I am no exception. Let me introduce you! My father's height 170cm and weight130kg. He has small eyes and a tall nose. Dad's hair is a bit strange: it stands there like a pine needle, protecting his scalp. There is also a typical watermelon belly. I think it may be because dad often drinks! The weirdest thing is dad's hand. Because dad's hand is white on one side and black on the other, I think it may be because the black side often basks in the sun, and the white side seldom basks in the sun!
Let me tell you a story about dad drinking wine!
My father loves to drink. He can't drink a lot. Dad never drinks alcohol below 50 degrees, but only drinks alcohol above 50 degrees. But my mother hates my father drinking. Every time my father goes out for a drink, he will talk to my father for a long time. Sometimes dad says you can go out if you win, and sometimes you can't go out if you lose! If dad says he won, mom will definitely say, "Drink less and go home early." After drinking, dad likes to play jokes on his mother or play with us. Smell the alcohol on dad carefully, just like falling into the jar. Once, my father ate several white ribs after drinking. Do you think my father likes drinking?
Although my father loves to drink, he also cares about my father, no matter how late he comes home, checking his homework and signing his name.
Anyway, I love my father!