My father's excellent composition 1 My father, he is an amiable doctor and a serious father. My father is a doctor. When he wears white overalls, he always looks like an ancient scholar. He is short and fair-skinned, and he is simply a handsome man.
My father is very kind to me. He left me all the delicious food. But sometimes it's nagging. You see, swords will rust if they are not sharpened, and they will fall behind if they don't study. Go do your homework and stop playing computer. As for me, I can only obey orders. Alas, poor child ~ poor thing, I won't be allowed to play on holiday. It's hard to have a holiday ... you're stalling, and you won't play during the summer vacation. Do your homework, do you hear?
Although my father is a nag, he is also a conscientious doctor. I remember that night at 1 1, I suddenly heard someone knocking at the door, and I opened my hazy eyes. Hey! Did I hear you wrong? At this moment, there was a knock at the door. It seems that I heard right. I got dressed at once and walked to the door. There is an aunt between the two doors. I asked, "Aunt, what can I do for you?" I saw her embarrassed and said, "I'm sorry to bother you so late." I'm looking for Dr. Liu. " Father came out without saying a word, and hurriedly asked, "What can I do for you?" After the aunt explained the illness, his father gave him an intravenous drip. Alas, poor dad has to stay up late again. My father is really a good father and a good doctor.
My father's excellent composition 2 My relationship with my father is like a two-part allegorical saying: the front foot never leaves the back foot-follow closely. On one occasion, my father wanted to attend a city-wide meeting on behalf of the company. At the meeting, he had to speak Mandarin, but his father was not fluent in Mandarin and sometimes made mistakes, but he didn't give up. Father asked me to teach him Mandarin, and I agreed. I asked my father to write a speech first, and then asked him to read it to me in Mandarin. Whenever I make a mistake and don't read smoothly, I will stop him and let him read until the meeting. Two days have passed, and my father has another day to have a meeting. Although my father has been able to read the speech fluently and accurately in his mother tongue, he still reads it repeatedly. After the meeting, my father came home and told me happily that he was praised by many bosses because he spoke Mandarin fluently and accurately. Since then, my father has been learning Mandarin again. Even when reading the newspaper, he is speaking Mandarin. At the beginning of this year, I bought a computer at home. I really wanted to learn how to use it, so I asked my father to teach me, and he readily agreed. My father taught me many skills, such as turning on and off, programming ... when I was learning to make programs, I always lost confidence. When my father saw that I had no confidence, he said, "Remember, son, if you want to learn a craft well, you have to work hard, just like I learn Mandarin." After listening to my father, I feel confident again. Finally learned how to do the program. I am my father's Mandarin teacher and my father is my computer teacher. My relationship with my father is not only close but also special.
Father's Excellent Composition 3 Looking at the familiar figure in the vegetable garden from a distance, that is my father. I have mixed feelings when I look at his haggard father. My father is of medium height, thin, with regular facial features and wrinkled cheeks. His dark skin and plain clothes look even older.
When I was a child, my mother ran away from home and let my father be both a father and a mother to take care of our sisters. I know all this is for the livelihood of my family. In order to make my sister and I live a better life, he has been busy every day since I can remember. Summer mornings are still cool. As soon as the sun climbed out, my father began a busy day. After washing, he went to the ground with a hoe. So my sister and I stayed at home and made breakfast. Dad will be back at about ten o'clock. After the family had finished breakfast, dad began to do housework again. My sister and I also help clean up and wash clothes together. How time flies! It will be noon soon. I'm not hungry now because I had breakfast late. This is why my father can take a nap and get up too early in the morning. I will hear snoring in bed for a while.
At about three or four o'clock, the family is eating a delicious lunch around the table. At about five o'clock, it was not so hot outside. Father went to the ground with a hoe again. It was cooler at night, so he came back very late. My father always said, "Eat first, sleep first when you are sleepy, work hard when it gets cold, and then go back to eat later." My sister and I both think that lunch every day tastes particularly delicious. My father is busy all the year round. Day after day, year after year, the tall and straight body becomes bent, the handsome cheeks become haggard, and the curved wrinkles are quietly reflected on my face. All represent my father's years. This is my great father! ! !
Dad's excellent composition 4 indispensable help in life! When you fell down while playing games with your classmates, your classmates helped you up and took you to the infirmary. If you don't have enough lunch, your classmates will give you their own food. When you don't have a pen, lend you one. Taking care of tired parents all night when you have a fever ... These are all to help you, and what I remember best is ... (I won't disclose it for the time being)
On one occasion, my father accompanied me to the square to draw sand paintings, which were colorful and varied. I chose a picture of a rabbit eating grass. When my father paid for it, I couldn't wait to do it! I am painting, and my father is looking at my painting carefully. "Why do you paint carrots light orange instead of the big red in the sample?" "Because goldfish is orange …" I answered many strange questions, which puzzled my father and made him laugh.
The good times didn't last long. Uncle Lei called the assembly number, and the raindrops immediately "crashed" and "parachuted".
I was only four years old then. Thunder scared me to death. Father waited for a while and saw that the rain was a little less. He picked me up and rushed out. He took off his coat, put it on me, and ran home in one breath before taking it off for me.
I saw that my father's shirt was all wet, and I said sadly, "Dad, come into the house quickly and take a hot bath, or you will catch a cold."
As expected, my father caught a cold the next day. ...
Father's love is like a mountain, and maternal love is like the sea. I grow healthily and happily under the care of my parents!
My father's excellent composition 5 I have a "fat pig" father. He is not only fat, but also eats a lot.
First, gain weight.
My father is pregnant and very fat. However, my father was not fat before. Since he bought a car, he has been driving and never walks around. So the weight has grown from more than 60 kilograms to more than 70 kilograms. To tell you quietly, these days, he is implementing a weight loss plan!
Second, temper the article.
Once, I finished my homework quickly and rushed to the TV set to watch TV without checking. After eating a good meal, my father checked my homework. There are many mistakes in Chinese dictation alone, not to mention math homework. Dad looked at my homework and was as angry as a wild boar. Only a few words made me cry.
Third, appetite.
One day, I felt that I had a good appetite today, so I proposed to compare with my father to see who ate fast. I was busy eating when I heard my father say, "I finished eating, and I won." Ha ha! "Looking at a lot of rice in the bowl, I thought: Dad is great. I only ate half a bowl, and my father ate one. This is amazing! No wonder you are so fat.
This is my dad. Dad, dad, I hope you lose weight successfully.
Comments: There is a warmth between the lines of the article, and a warm and harmonious family picture emerges.
My father's excellent composition 6 My father is a serious and quiet person. When I was a child, whenever I saw my father, I was afraid, so I alienated my father. I am careful in everything, for fear that my father will hit me when he finds out. When my father was not at home, my mother and I were talking and laughing at home, but my father came back and there was no joy. Everyone was serious. I'm growing up. It's time to go to the sixth grade. My father is worried about what I study. He goes home every day and sighs, hating me why I don't study hard. Seeing my father like this, I also made up my mind: I must study hard this year and get into a good middle school. "My father, who hates iron to produce, talks to me every night, but never hits me. He has been very patient with me. Slowly, with the passage of time, my father became kind in my heart.
My father attaches great importance to my English and math. He often finds me some newspapers about how to learn English and how others learn English. Sometimes my father will bring me some math books.
Dad is persistent. In fact, his cultural level is not high, and he only went to junior college, but with his father's continuous efforts and serious study, his level is already very high. Dad is actually very fat, weighing 170 kilograms, but with daily persistence, he has lost weight 140. He often tells me that I must also have perseverance. ...
In a thousand words, everything my father did was for me, and I must not live up to my father's painstaking efforts.
Father's excellent composition 7 "My good father, the person who loves me the most in my life …" Every time I hear this song, I will think of my father.
My father is not tall, but strong. He has a Chinese face, two knife-shaped eyebrows are black and thick, and a pair of small eyes are narrowed into a crack when they smile.
Father is my hero. Why? Because he is a soldier. Once, my father, who was on vacation, was ordered to go out after a continuous rainstorm. The next day, the water level rose higher and higher, and the whole first floor was flooded. I stood by the window of the sixth floor, looking forward to it, and suddenly I was afraid: How can I go to class in such a big water? Will the building collapse? Just when I was in a hurry, an orange boat came into my sight. Soon, a ship was pushed downstairs by several armed police uncles. I hurried downstairs. As soon as I got to the second floor, I heard someone shouting, "Hello?" "Yes, yes, yes." I am ecstatic. Suddenly came my father's anxious voice: "Bianca Wu, is that you?" ? Here comes the lifeboat. Go and call the neighbors upstairs, and shout on every floor. "I ran and shouted," here comes the boat! "In a short time, the boat was crowded with people. Father and several uncles stood in chest-deep water, their clothes were already soaked, and their white hands firmly grasped the boat and pushed forward. When we came to the gate, they helped us, put us down, walked back and gradually disappeared in front of my eyes. I looked back and forth at their busy figures, filled with pride: I have a military father!
If you ask my father what is love? I will tell you: Father's love is a mountain, firm and indomitable. I love my father!
My father's excellent composition 8. My father is the shade tree in my life, the source of my growth motivation and the guiding light for my future development. On the road of growing up, I always accompanied my father; Perhaps, as long as I can remember, my father has been running for his family. No matter what happens, we should always remember the name "father". Because he is a mountain, always standing beside you and paying attention to you, his staring and firm eyes teach you to be brave and strong. His strong hands taught me to grow, and his broad shoulders taught you to be tolerant. He will be the person I should remember all my life.
My father is tall, with big eyes and thick eyebrows, but he is amiable in life.
Before I learned to ride a bike, one night after dinner, my family came across from the Central Plains Cultural Palace and asked me to learn to ride a bike. Clapped my shoulder with one hand and said, "Feifei, you go up and ride, and I'll lead behind." So I got on the bus carefully. But I never dared to put my foot on the pedal. While holding the back seat of the car, Dad encouraged me to say, "With Dad behind you, you will never fall." What my father said was that I took a big step in my life. I bravely boarded the pedal and started riding. That night, I stopped several times, but my father always encouraged me, helped me and restored my confidence.
This is my father and this is my kind father. Although my father often travels for and reunites with his family, my relationship with my father has not been affected at all. I love you, Dad!
My father's excellent composition 9 My father has always played a very strict role in my life.
As long as I can remember, I have a fear of my father, because in my memory, he seems to give me a lesson every day for different reasons-to make me cry every day. I even remember the expression on his face when he looked at me crying. It seemed very painful and a little gloating, but it only made me more afraid when I was young.
I have never seen my father smile since I was a child, and I dare not joke with him easily. I often look happy at school, but I will be serious when I get home.
I began to think that my father was not so "bad" when I was in junior high school. At that time, almost everyone in my family questioned my grades and said that I couldn't pass the exam without a tutor. In their eyes, I am just a child who only knows how to play all day and is only at the mercy of others. At that time, I wouldn't resist, I would just cry.
"I believe he can get in, he can, and he must work hard."
Because my father gave me confidence, my grades were the second in my class. I still remember when I showed him the test paper, he smiled.
Later, our father-daughter relationship gradually improved. On the way to buy stationery, it suddenly rained heavily. I took off my coat and said to my father, "Dad, cover it." He smiled and said nothing. "Our daughter is so cute. Know to respect the elders ... "I overheard these words at night.
In fact, father is as great and loving as mother. He is decisive, brave, tolerant and deeply loves us.
Father's excellent composition 10 When I was a child, I liked to play with "wild" children, but my mother forbade me to run around and jump around, so my childhood was very quiet and there was almost nothing worth remembering.
My father and mother have completely different personalities. He always says, "let him play, little boy!" " "This is why I like my father. At the moment, he is an educator and psychologist, and he fully understands my mind.
When I was older, my dream finally came true. It was my father who made my dream come true. He always said, "Do whatever you want." Once, I was attracted by the archaeological program on TV. My father said, "You will be an archaeologist in the future." From that day on, I dreamed of becoming an archaeologist.
When I grew up, I began to like singing and music. My father bought me a lot of musical instruments for this. First the guitar, I can only play it casually. Then there is the violin, narcissistic at home every day. Then there is the electronic organ, which is a birthday present from my father. I like it very much, but after junior high school, my academic performance has been poor and I have no time to play. My mother is dead set against my playing the piano. She said, "You should study hard and go to an ordinary university. Even if you are talented in music, it's useless. Forget it. " Although my father encouraged me to learn music, he was no match for my mother, so the electronic piano slept in my house.
At this moment, my dream disappeared. I only have one goal, that is, I will be admitted to County No.1 Middle School first, and then I will be admitted to a good university three years later. I don't understand what my future goal is.
My father once said that the greatest goal in life is happiness and happiness.
Dad, can I achieve my goal?
My father's excellent composition 1 1 My father is neither tall nor fat, and of medium build. He is over forty years old, and his hair has not turned white yet.
My father is a farmer, who has been with the construction team all the year round and engaged in heavy manual labor. There is still food at home, so we can't delay the autumn harvest and spring planting. So, my father is busy at both ends. He has to work to earn money, and he has to farm and collect food, leaving neither. Time is tight for my father, and his life is full-in fact, there is no time to waste. There are almost no sundays in 360 days a year. Only in the cold winter, the door is closed, the land is closed, and no one wants to work. This time, he had leisure. I'm on vacation, too. My father is studying how to do business next year. He will urge me to study and get good grades in the exam.
In recent years, my father bought a seeder to sow wheat, peanuts and corn. In the sowing season, my father worked very hard, and he could hardly tell the difference between Poe and home (Poe was busy at home). I often get home at ten o'clock in the evening, and I have to wait on the tractor: the mailbox needs to be refueled, the water tank needs to be filled, the battery needs to be recharged, people haven't eaten yet, and the seeder needs to be inspected in class-it will take another two hours to put it down. You have to get up early the next day to get to the slope early. No pains, no gains. Every time my father takes out colorful bills from his pocket, his face will smile.
This is my father, an ordinary farmer, a real plowman, an ordinary and mediocre person, a person who raised me!
My father's excellent composition 12 Time flies, and the memory slowly flows away with the years, but there is a deep fatherly love in my mind. I remember that summer. ...
"It's hot!" "Give the child a mat!" After that, my father neatly laid the mat, and I slept on the comfortable mat, feeling extremely comfortable, but there was another problem that bothered me-mosquitoes. That mosquito is always buzzing in my ear, which makes me upset. I looked at it and thought, "I'm holding you, and I'm going to cut your rabbit to pieces!" " 1 of "pa", I think you also guessed-I was beating mosquitoes, and the mosquitoes flew, and there was a red palm print on my leg, which increased my dislike of mosquitoes. I tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. I only heard my father say to my mother, "Let's share some words. Look how painful the children are! " As I spoke, I vaguely saw my father pull open the mosquito net ... My father saw me and said, "Don't worry, I will avenge you!" " "My father picked up the electric mosquito swatter and waved it around. In a short time, he killed many mosquitoes. At this time, my father's actions moved me very much. What a deep fatherly love!
Only then did I realize my father's love for me. I thought to myself, at this time, the tears from my left eye flowed to my right eye, and the tears from my right eye wet the pillow towel. ...
Dad's excellent composition 13 Last night, I didn't go home. Who is in the school dormitory, thinking about you and everything between you and me? The heart in my memory is getting more and more painful, so I feel sad and want to cry. When I woke up in the morning, I found that I was in tears. ...
That time, it wasn't my son. I really want to refute you. I don't want to disappoint you. I was really like you, and my heart was full of helplessness and loneliness. Actually, I know you are very tired. You have done a lot for this poor family. You think this life seems endless, and your heart is slowly desperate because of me ... So, when you heard that I used to surf the Internet, you made that decision-let me drop out of school!
I'm surprised I'm not sad, because I think I deserve it! Although I am still at school, I have recalled everything at that time many times. Regret in my heart hurts ...
I have been in middle school for five years. Since I went to high school, we seldom really sit together and chat. I feel more and more that the invisible gap between you and me is widening and deepening, but I don't know how to make up for it. Only when I am silent, I recall over and over again, inexplicably sad, so my heart becomes lonely, as lonely as you!
So I chose the Internet, where I wrote my heart. I hope someone can understand me. ...
I know you can't see them, and I know you don't know them, so I don't think I can communicate with you, because I can't say a word every time I see your face after years. ...
My father, but how can you understand your lonely and sad son?
My father's excellent composition 14 My father is about 1.7 meters tall, fat, kind-looking, with big eyes, and smiles in a line. My father has been working in a foreign land for family reasons. As long as we have a holiday, my mother will take us there to visit my father.
Last year, we went to my father's for a holiday. When I first met him, he gave me the impression that he was not 32 years old, but like a man of 50 years old. When he saw me and my brother, he reached out and hugged us. That rough hand stung me like a needle. The pain in my heart exceeds the pain in my body. Seeing my father, my tears came out. In the evening, my father took us around with a tired body. My father took out crumpled money and bought something I liked for my brother and me. During my two months at my father's place, I saw my father sweating every day. When I came back at night, I forgot the fatigue of the day and laughed and danced with my brother. I stopped from time to time and looked at my father's old face, tired figure and. It turned out that I was so ignorant that my father bought us a happy home.
I secretly swear: I must study hard and keep a smile on my father's face forever. Father, you have worked hard, and I love you forever! Happy Father's Day!
My father's excellent composition 15 My father has a pair of rough big hands, a tall and burly figure and bright eyes. Every time he stares, he seems to release something full of terror. But sometimes he is an honest and reasonable person. He also has a magical place, with a "yin and yang staggered" face. His face sometimes smiles, and sometimes dark clouds are gathering.
One thing can be proved: in primary school, my grades have been hovering at the middle level, and I can't get up or down. Finally, once, the god of luck came to me. I got a good grade in the exam, took it back and stared at my father. Father's face suddenly brightened up and was full of vitality. He doesn't usually like to laugh, so he laughed and read my test paper today. I was elated and thought, "Yes! My strength is not ordinary! " But then I couldn't be proud. Father frowned, and his face was like a stone covered with maggots on Mount Vesuvius, staring at a place.
Dad's face is starting to attack again. His face was full of sunshine just now, but now it is overcast and thunder rumbles. He pointed to an arithmetic problem and said to me, "It's so simple, you can make mistakes. Is your brain made of pigs? " Really. "Just now, my heart was like a pot of cold water, like an ice sculpture. The heartbroken father's face is tighter than before, like an angry bull.
Just when I was disheartened, my father put his big rough hands on my head and said to me earnestly, "Don't be so careless next time, have a good check and try to be higher every time." Looking at his father's face again, I found that the "maggots" on his face were gone, and the dark clouds on his face were much less. The confidence frozen by the ice sculpture is back, and my heart is warm. It turns out that dad is not that terrible.
This is my father, looking uncertain.