#376373 My father's composition is 600 words 1
My father is an out-and-out farmer, with bronzed skin and thin skin. In my eyes, he is a grumpy man, who has broken his heart for this family and never says he is tired.
Seriously, I really hated him when I was a child. I really hate him. Seeing him is like a mouse seeing a cat. I don't even think he is my father. As soon as I see him, I will definitely quarrel with him. Some trivial things are enough to cause a "world war" between my father and me.
A few days before the exam in Grade Three, my opinion of him changed. That day, I was idle and bored, so I went to the Internet cafe to surf the Internet. As a result, I don't know how to offend several "social youths" and then said that I would hit me, so I called my classmates. Then, my classmates came to tell me what happened. Those people stabbed my classmate when they came up, and I immediately called the police. I thought. My dad went to help my classmate pay the medical bill and took me back. I thought he would hit me. I didn't expect to just educate me not to go to internet cafes in the future and ask me to study hard. Since then, I basically bid farewell to the Internet cafe.
He is such a person, quietly paying for his family, without complaint. When his children get into trouble, they don't beat and scold, but only teach them words.
As time goes by, I will grow into an adult boy of 18 in a blink of an eye, and my father is getting old.
#257934 My father's composition is 600 words 2
My father is very tall. He has bright eyes, a pointed nose and a big mouth.
Dad is a generous man. Once, he put his beloved pen on the table. Because someone called him, dad was in a hurry to leave, so he didn't take the pen with him. As soon as I saw it, I scribbled on the paper with my father's pen. Painting and painting, I don't know what's going on. I can't believe I dropped the little pearl on my father's pen. I think I will be miserable this time. If my father comes back, he will scold me severely, and if he comes back, he will give me a good beating. How? How? There is nothing I can do, and there is no way out, so I have to leave my fate to my father. However, the result was beyond my expectation. After my father came back, he not only didn't scold me, but patiently educated me: "Son, you can't touch the things of adults. If you want to touch them, you must get the consent of adults. " Never break other people's things! "
Dad is also a helpful person. On one occasion, he did housework at home. Suddenly, he heard thunder rumbling. He went to the balcony to collect my clothes hanging on the balcony, but he saw clothes hanging outside the neighbor's house opposite, and there was no one there. They all went to work. Without saying anything, he immediately ran across the street to help them put their clothes in the house first. Then, he went back to his home to collect clothes. At this time, the heavy rain has fallen. My clothes are wet. Then his mother criticized him. On the contrary, he criticized his mother for being selfish.
Then the rain stopped and the neighbors came back. Dad gave them clothes. They said, "Thank you so much!" Dad said: "nothing, a distant relative is not as good as a close neighbor!" You're welcome. "
What do you think of my father? He is really a generous person.
#257932 My father's composition is 600 words 3
Father is a man who is not good at talking. There are traces of years on his forehead, always smiling and broad shoulders, which has become the "symbol" of his father.
In primary school, my father always walked in front of me. He sent me to school, carrying a schoolbag, and I trotted after him. At that time, I wanted to say: Dad, you are so great! At that time, a tall father, a capable mother, and this little me, a simple and happy home.
Time climbed up his father's face, and his sideburns were a little silvery white. I grew up with the small trees planted in front of our house. I like my father very much, because she always laughs and plays with me; But I know that I can silently look at my father's bent back as if he were far away from me. Father's status rises higher and higher, so does mother. I entered middle school and lived on campus. Go home on weekends, open the door and stand at the door. I feel lost in an empty home. I grabbed a piece of paper with my father's powerful words written on it: "Xiaoyu, my father is on a business trip and my mother is on a business trip. Leave money for my own use and take good care of myself. " Dad. "I sighed and put the paper into a ball and put it in my pocket. I don't know why my eyes were full of tears. This lifeless home! I thought sadly.
When I came back from class the next day, I heard the range hood buzzing in the kitchen. I was wondering who it was when I heard a long-lost loud voice: "Come back!" " "It's dad! My heart is full of joy. " Dad. Don't you see the difference? "Ah, yes. While busy cooking, my father whispered, "I'm afraid you're hungry and worried about you." "Nothing else, but I have a feeling in my heart.
Take the school bus to school, and my father helps me with my bag. My father and I walked side by side, looking sideways, and the wind was blowing my father's black silver hair. I want to say something, but I can't. When crossing the road, my father took me and then took my hand. "Dad." I looked up: "What do you want me to report to you?" Father shook his head: "You always walk in front of me, and your happiness is reporting." On the school bus, I cried. I touched the branches in my pocket, and there were words on the back! My name is full, over and over again.
Dad, what do you want me to give you in return? You are always in front of me, and your happiness is the reward.
I finally remembered what I was going to say: "Dad! I really want to say I love you loudly! " You don't need anything, just pay, and what about me? What I want to report is a heart that loves me!
#376368 My father's composition is 600 words 4
My father is a very strong man.
When he was seventeen, he went to another country to do business. At that time, he had not lost his childlike innocence, and he shouldered the burden of family livelihood. At the age when he should be studying, he resolutely embarked on a muddy road.
When I was a child, I admired my father very much and thought he was the greatest man in the world. No one is more capable than him. He can take me to many places and buy me delicious and interesting things. The latest Barbie doll is also a gift from him.
Later, when I grew up, I began to have my own ideas. Because of my grades and some things, my differences with my father are getting bigger and bigger. During the rebellious period of my youth, my father and I seldom sat together to communicate. I always complain that he gave me chicken soup for my soul, which made me feel stressed.
But my father never gave up. Whenever I make a mistake, he will help me behind my back and let me stand up again, the light of towards the distant; Whenever I lose the motivation to move forward, he will encourage me to embark on the road to the future again and find the real future.
This is my father, a silent man who loves me deeply. I am the continuation of his life, the sustenance of his future and the pride of his life. He is my most solid backing, my warm harbor, and a beacon to guide me forward. I love my father, just as he has always loved me.
#582634 My father's composition is 600 words 5.
Life is inseparable from relatives and friends, and it is with them that we can live such a happy life. Everyone is closest to his mother, and his father is equally great. Without his deep love and gentle complementarity of maternal love, there would be no me today.
My father has a standard Chinese face and a pair of square glasses on his big nose. Because I have been wearing glasses for a long time, my slightly prominent eyes are often dubbed "dead fish eyes" by me. Thick eyebrows are slightly "eight". At first glance, it looks serious. In fact, he is very cheerful in life. There is a ball I played with when I was a child at home. I have long been dismissive. When my father saw the ball, it was like finding a treasure. If you have nothing to do, just pick it up and pat it a few times, so I hear the sound of "snapping" every day at home, day after day, year after year. Mom laughed at him as an old urchin, and once he deliberately hid the ball. He couldn't find it after work, so he searched the balcony and bathroom in a hurry. Mother saw that he was in a hurry and had to take it out and return it to him. He smiled and slapped again and said, "Take more exercise, or you will become a little fat man." I gave him a hard white eye and rushed to pinch him, but he was not annoyed. He blocked my view with the ball and dodged from side to side, saying, "Ha, look how agile I am."
My mother takes care of me in life, while my father always tries his best to help me with my studies. Father has a flexible mind and is especially good at science. Whenever I have a problem, my father always helps me solve it. He didn't simply tell me what to do, but helped me clear my mind and let me think for myself. I remember it was a winter night, I was stumped by a math problem, and my father was busy with work and had not come home yet. My mother said to me, "Go to sleep first. When my father comes back, let him see the topic and teach you tomorrow morning. " I fell asleep peacefully. Late at night, in a daze, I heard a rustling sound. I tried to open my eyes a little, but I saw my father sitting at the table in the dim light of the study, without taking off his down jacket, thinking with a frown. I looked at the time by the dim light. It is already midnight 12: 30. At that moment, I don't know whether it was because of the light or the warmth of the bed. I always felt warm and heartfelt. Unconsciously, I entered a dream. The next day, my father woke me up early. "Girl, come on, get up!" I'll teach you that question. Oh, the topic is actually not difficult. I can tell at a glance. Let me tell you this idea. You can do it! "Listening to my father's words and looking at his smiling face, I felt so happy that winter morning. It seems that the figure under the lamp last night was just my illusion. My father didn't meditate under the lamp at all, but I knew it did exist. The feeling at that time was so real, and the scene at that time was so deeply imprinted in my mind ... My father said this to make me believe in myself and have confidence!
It is said that father loves a mountain, yes, father loves a mountain! It will give me strength when I am in trouble, direction when I am confused, confidence when I am lost, congratulations and vigilance when I succeed. Father's love is the mountain that supports my life!
Thank you, father, for everything you have given me.
#376370 My father's composition 600 words 6
Looking at Zhu Ziqing's back this year, my inner feelings are not very profound. However, when I revisited it a few days ago, my inner feelings were extremely delicate and I slipped my face inadvertently. In this tearful confusion, I seem to see the hunchback of a boundless and powerless father, as well as the vicissitudes of my father's face. ...
This Father's Day, I miss my father very much. Since I was sensible, I feel far away from my father. Is it because I have grown up? Many times, many words, I also hope that we can have a heart-to-heart talk like friends and sit down and feel the father's love.
Father is the pillar of the whole family, a sky at home, and an indestructible towering mountain! How many days, my father has worked hard and struggled hard for our family ... how much suffering, my father has endured; How tired, father bear; How difficult it is, my father insisted; Coming; For the sake of family and children, maybe my father was wronged, maybe his father was helpless, but his father was like a mountain, and he survived. It turns out that all difficulties can't overcome his indomitable spirit!
I understand now that it is not easy for my father to think as before. I want to say thank you ...
#376374 My father's composition is 600 words 7
Our family of three drove from downtown to the new district, and it has been driving for dozens of minutes before we knew it. As usual, I looked out of the window, a little gloomy. It used to be like a thick layer of cotton cumulus, but now it's like ebb and flow, like a farmland. Gradually sparse in the distance, and finally disappeared between heaven and earth.
"I want to take a nap at the gas station in front," my father gripped the steering wheel with both hands. The car turned to the right from the road that should have left. When I looked back, my father's eyes were a little dim and full of fatigue, which looked like a small dark cloud in the sky.
My father has entered middle age and works in a foreign-funded enterprise. He goes out around 8: 00 in the morning and comes back after 6: 00 in the afternoon. When we get home, we just do our homework, eat and rest. As soon as my father came home for dinner, he picked up the computer and began to work, reading one English email after another, and then picked up his mobile phone to discuss with his colleagues. He always tells us to go to bed early, but he has to drag his tired body and start discussing with foreigners again. He speaks English this time.
The scenery outside is very calm. Father stopped, put down his seat and closed his eyes. My father didn't split Jiusan, connected Jiuze, decided Jiuhe and decided Kyushu, but he is still the Jade Emperor in my heart. I also close my eyes, remembering the great man's contribution to me.
#582633 My father's composition is 600 words 8.
My father has a pair of rough big hands, a tall and burly figure and a pair of big 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. My confidence frozen by ice sculptures is back, and my heart is warm. It turns out that dad is not that terrible.
This is my father, looking uncertain.