No matter in study, work or life, everyone has written a composition, and you must be familiar with all kinds of compositions. Composition is a narrative method that expresses a theme through words after people's ideological consideration and language organization. I believe that writing is a headache for many people. The following is my father's tea composition carefully arranged for your reference, hoping to help friends in need. Dad's tea composition 1
The pen in his hand didn't stop, and it was still dark outside the window. I still stared at the question, but I put down my pen, closed my eyes and gently rubbed my temples. I felt sleepy, and the hour hand on the reading table pointed to one o'clock. I sighed and tidied things up a little.
someone came in. I didn't look back. I thought it should be my mother. Until that figure came to my desk and said softly, "I didn't do my homework during the day, but now I stay up late to catch up on my homework." How late it is, go to sleep quickly, and it's not too late to do it tomorrow. " In a slightly reproachful tone, I paused. It turned out to be Dad! I didn't answer and asked, "Where's Mom? Are you asleep? " He nodded, knowing that I was not going to sleep, and asked, "Would you like some tea?" I nodded, not going to make any noise.
Dad's figure didn't go away. I heard his slight breathing, and I felt strange in my heart. In normal times, except for dinner time, I can see my father, and the number of meetings is very few. I am used to his frequent absence, and my feelings for my father are also weak. How many days and nights, my mother is with me, and I even thought that my father didn't love me at all.
I thought about it, but I saw a steaming cup of tea on the table. I reached for it, but I accidentally touched my father's hands, which were covered with cocoons and cold. I looked up and carefully observed my father for the first time. The wrinkles on my brow and the aging skin made me very distressed. The nose is sour. How long has it been since you looked at dad like that? When I am busy because of my busy studies? I tried my best to find something about my father in my mind, only to find that I didn't know him so well. I didn't even know anything about his birthday and what he liked. How much I disapproved of his usual words. Now, my father is old, and I just woke up! How stupid I am!
I picked up the cup of tea, looked at my father and said, "Dad, would you like some tea?" Dad shook his head. "That you also hurry to sleep! Don't you have to get up early for work tomorrow? I'll sleep later. " Dad's figure left me, and I heard a slight door closing sound.
I stopped turning the pen in my hand, picked up my father's tea again, and took a sip, like drinking all my past dissatisfaction and complaints about my father. The tea was still hot, and the hot air came into my eyes. Dad's Tea Composition 2
My grandparents live in Hengshan County, which is very close to Nanyue Mountain. Nanyue Hengshan Mountain is one of the five mountains in China. It is a famous scenic spot and tourist attraction in China, and many tourists come to climb mountains every day.
This summer vacation, I went to my grandparents' house to play. I wanted to go to Nanyue Mountain. Grandpa and Grandma agreed. One day, we first took a bus to the mountain, then changed buses to drive from the foot of the mountain to the Mid-level Pavilion. After getting off the bus, we walked up the mountain and watched the scenery. As we approached the top of the mountain, I saw clusters of small trees in the distance, which were very lush. When we took a closer look, they still had green buds. Grandpa told me that they are wild tea trees, so they are called defogging tea because they grow on high mountains and are foggy all the year round. The temperature here is high during the day and the temperature difference at night is large, so they grow slowly, and the quality of tea is also very good. It is a famous tea, so it is difficult to buy it in the market because of the low yield. After hearing what Grandpa said, I also want to pick some back, but I am tired of climbing the mountain and don't want to move. At this time, I think of my father and mother. I don't know how much effort they spent on my growth. I was refreshed and didn't feel tired when I thought about it, so I looked around, picking a little here and a little there. I was so tired that I sweated a lot. It took a lot of effort to pick a small bag. The sun was slowly going down, and we didn't get home. My grandmother told me to make it in time. I didn't care to rest. According to grandma's method, I put fresh tea in a basin and used my hands.
After the summer vacation, I came home with my own tea. I mysteriously said to my parents, "Guess what gift I brought you back?" I went into the kitchen and made two cups of steaming tea for my parents and said, "Dad and Mom, you have worked hard. Please have a cup of tea that I picked and made myself. I told them what happened, and my parents were very happy. They slowly took the cup and took a sip, saying meaningfully, "Good tea, good tea!" " I looked at them and smiled happily in my mind. Finally, I gave my father and mother a little reward. Dad's Tea Composition 3
Last semester, I participated in the "National English Olympic Competition" and entered the final, and I also played well in the final. When I got home, I told my father. He smiled, and then he cheerfully reminded me with a big tea urn: "Don't be proud." But from the way he drinks tea, we can see that he is very happy ...
Dad likes drinking tea, and he has a big tea urn. Every day in my spare time, I hold a big tea urn and do this and play that. With a few sighs of good tea, the tea in the jar disappeared once. Since I was a child, I have been influenced by my father. From time to time, I have a sip of tea when I am thirsty and taste the sweet and bitter taste.
I don't drink tea very often, so I don't have a teapot of my own. When I want to drink, I "steal" a few mouthfuls from my father's big tea jar. "Stealing" every day makes my father's big tea urn more and more familiar. It's a big stainless steel tea urn with no design on it. On his side, there is a big handle. To say the only color part of this tea urn, it is necessary to count the tea stains in the tea urn. This big tea urn provides us with a lot of water every day, and of course there is no shortage of tea. Over time, it will all be covered with tea dirt.
The tastes of various teas are different, so the drinking time is naturally different. For example, black tea is strong. After work, a sip will refresh you. Scented tea is fragrant and elegant. When you take a sip in your spare time and swallow it slowly, your whole body will be very cool ... You can taste different teas at every time, so you will always see your father holding his "baby" and tasting the charm of tea.
Last semester, I participated in the "National English Olympic Competition" and entered the final, and I also played well in the final. When I got home, I told my father. He smiled, and then he cheerfully reminded me with a big tea urn: "Don't be proud." But it can be seen from the way he drinks tea that he is very happy.
how can there be only happy things in a person's life? I didn't even get into the top 2 in the exam last semester. When I got home, I faltered and told my father. Dad is still silent, sighing and drinking the residual tea in the jar, but there is not much tea left in that teapot. Dad smiled hard to encourage me, but I clearly saw his disappointment.
My father's tea jar contains different flavors of tea, but I clearly appreciate the most attractive one-life. Dad's tea composition 4
Father loves mountains, and maternal love is like water. My father has always been established in my heart with his serious and burly image. In my impression, he hardly smiled at me. He has always treated me with strict requirements, hoping that I will be better than my peers and fight for his breath. In my opinion, harshness became his endorsement.
when I was a child, I was very noisy and my voice was shrill, which became the noise of the whole building. Even though my mother comforted me repeatedly and lured me with toys and delicious food, I was indifferent. When I was crying, my father, who was reading the newspaper, came impatiently and said that I would throw me out if I made any more noise. I immediately stopped and dared not move again. At that time, I thought he didn't love me. If he did, how could he be so cruel to me?
I have been growing up in awe of my father. After more than 4, days, I am no longer the naive and ignorant little girl. I will go home as usual this week, put down my schoolbag and do my homework as usual. Dad also helped me tidy my shoes and make tea as usual. Then, I went out to work. I kept silent and continued to write my homework. At six o'clock, my mother came back from shopping, made out with me and went to cook. It takes less than a minute from the dining room to my room. My eyes glanced at the tea on the dining table and it was still steaming slightly.
it's only been more than 3 minutes since dad went out, but it seems like a whole century has passed for me. Ignore it and go away. After dinner, Xiangtan's sister came back, followed by her father. Dad looks very happy. He must have met something interesting. He changed his shoes and went to the kitchen to see what dishes were available. On the way, he passed the dining table and saw the tea intact.
at the same time, I just came out of the room, and what caught my eye was the trace of disappointment in his eyes. Without hesitation, I rushed over and said, this is my second cup of tea, and my throat is not very comfortable, so I drank more.
After listening to my words, he immediately raised his mouth, his eyes were full of uncontrollable smiles, and he joked about me: Buffalo. He was happy again and skipped to the bedroom like an urchin. I immediately drank the tea in the quilt in my hand, which was bitter but sweet. My heart is full of love, as if what I tasted was not tea, but my father's lifelong efforts for me. Dad's love, I have always understood, is like tea with sweetness in bitterness, flowing in my heart. Dad's tea composition 5
I have always understood Dad's love.
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A father loves mountains, and a mother loves water. My father has always been established in my heart with his stern and magnificent image. In my impression, he hardly smiled at me. He has always treated me with strict requirements, expecting me to be better than my peers and to fight for his breath. I thought that harshness became his endorsement.
when I was a child, I was very loud and my voice was shrill, which became the noise of the whole building. Even though my mother comforted me repeatedly and lured me with toys and delicious food, I was still indifferent. When I was crying, my father, who was reading the newspaper, came impatiently and said that I would throw me out if I made any more noise. I stopped when I cried and didn't dare to move again. At that time, I thought he didn't love me. If he did, how could he be so cruel to me?
I have always grown up in awe of my father. After more than 4, days, I am no longer the naive and unreasonable little girl at first ... I went home from beginning to end this week, put down my schoolbag from beginning to end and did my homework from beginning to end. Dad helped me clean my shoes and make tea as usual. Then, I went out to work.
I kept silent and continued to write my homework. At six o'clock, my mother came back from shopping, got close to me and went to cook. From the dining room to my room, there was a lack of a minute. My eyes glanced at the tea on the table and I was still steaming gently. It's only been more than 3 minutes since my father went out, but it seems like a whole century has passed for me.
ignore it and go away.
After dinner, Xiangtan's sister came back, followed by her father. Dad looks very happy. He must have met some interesting job. He changed his shoes and went to the kitchen to see what dishes were available. On the way, he passed the dining table and saw the tea intact.
Together, I just came out of the room, and what caught my eye was the trace of despair in his eyes. Without hesitation, I rushed over and said, "This is my second cup of tea, and my throat is not very comfortable, so I drank more." After listening to my words, he immediately raised his mouth, his eyes were full of uncontrollable smiles, and he joked to me: "Buffalo."
He was happy again and skipped to the bedroom like an urchin. I immediately drank the tea in the quilt in my hand, which was a little bitter but sweet. My heart is full of love. It seems that what I taste is not tea, but the sweat my father paid for me all my life.
I've always understood my father's love, like tea with sweetness in bitterness, flowing in my heart ... My father's tea composition 6
It's floating and absent, and the tea is fragrant. Take a cup of water, take a spoonful of tea, and pour it into the pot to make the soup thick and sweet. Watch it and enjoy it, and enjoy it.
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I watched the tea leaves being poured into the small build by laying bricks or stones cup, then I held the kettle, slowly poured the boiling water into the brewing cup, and gently covered the lid. The rising fog lingered in front of my face, turned into a mist, and gradually dispersed. Yes, this is my dad. I looked at the smoke and clouds, and my thoughts floated out of reality.
Dad is very busy at work, so it's common for him not to go home at night, and the time I spend alone with him is rare. Counting carefully, I enjoy tea every time I am alone with him. The thin sound of running water brought me back to reality, and the faint scent of scented tea floated into my nose. Love, with the stretching of tea leaves. Slowly into every tea. Tea is fragrant and leisurely, and love is strong.
pour the tea into the cup, and the tea leaves turn over and fall in the water, which is faint, transparent and beautiful. Take a sip, and the fragrant taste blooms in the taste buds. And drop by drop into my heart. Dad said to me, "The fragrance of tea can give people a different feeling." "But I always feel that every kind of tea tastes the same and is so weak." I muttered. You smiled without saying a word, and added a pot of water, and that smile was as light as this water.
Dad turned around and took out some very delicate small tea barrels from the ebony cabinet behind him. I opened them one by one in front of me, and I took a little tea from each small bucket and put them in a small tea box one by one. Then I introduced them meaningfully: "This is Jin Junmei, slightly sweet; This is green tea, slightly bitter; This is black tea ... "After that, you put a little light in your mouth, and a little for me, and put it in the tea tray in front of me, and the tea was also in my mouth. Father and daughter just sit quietly. Dad didn't speak, and I didn't speak.
thank you, dad. In those years of tea tasting, your love always moistened my heart with the fragrance of tea.
the tea is fragrant and carefree, and the love is strong.