Fatherly love composition 1 Fatherly love is a light rain in spring, which moistens us; Father's love is a big tree in summer, shielding us from the sun; Father's love is the moonlight in autumn night, which illuminates our hearts; Father's love is the sunshine in winter, which warms our lives. .......
I remember one morning when I was six years old, my family was awakened by an alarm clock. I picked up the alarm clock and looked at it. It was only after five o'clock. I said to my father, "Go to sleep. It's only after five o'clock. Just adjust it." When I set my alarm clock to sleep in the cage, my father said, "That alarm clock has been put on for so many years, and it's a little insane. I will let it be laid off today. " I thought dad was talking in his sleep, so I ignored him. One day has passed, and I have long forgotten this matter.
In the evening, I came home, finished my homework and was about to eat when my father called me to my room. My father took out a black bag and said to me with a mysterious smile, "Open the bag and see what's in it?" I took the bag from my father and opened it. This is a new alarm clock. There are two candied haws in the small alarm clock, and three "good brothers" on the clock face are chasing and playing. Dad said, "I bought this alarm clock for you with the money I bought a razor!" " "Mom heard the voice and said to Dad," Look at you, you will only think of others, not yourself. "I listened to my mother and looked at the scar on my father's face. My tears fell like broken beads.
Dad, only you can be qualified for this sacred title. You always care about me and take care of me. How can I repay your kindness to me? I can only say one thing to you-thank you! If there is an afterlife, I will be your daughter!
Father loves composition 2. Father is tall, sharp-eyed and well-written, and is recognized as the "king" in the family. Whenever we encounter problems in life, everything is solved as soon as he comes out.
My father is a "loving father". Whenever I make a mistake and my mother wants to "attack", my father quickly steps forward and stands in the middle as a mediator.
But this sleeping volcano sometimes erupts. Once, he was angry because I was slow in doing my homework.
Lying in bed at night, thinking about this unpleasant thing, he came in quietly, and I quickly closed my eyes and pretended to be asleep. Dad tucked me in and tiptoed away. Suddenly, tears blurred my eyes.
Like many parents, my father is also a strict father who hopes his daughter will become a phoenix.
At the dinner table, he always tells me what happened on the internet or in life, discusses it with me and asks my opinion. If I can't get the answer, he will enlighten me step by step, and he won't nod until I give him a satisfactory opinion and explain it clearly. Finally, he did not forget to add: "Think clearly about everything!"
If my answer satisfies him, he will give him an approving look and encourage him with words.
It is said that "my father loves mountains", and my father is more like a lush tree, sheltering me from the wind and rain, giving me trust and spiritual enlightenment.
My father gave birth to my baby daughter when he was in his forties. He loves me very much. Anyone who knows me knows it.
Dad is a teacher, but his cooking is superb and he often cooks good food for us.
I remember when I was in the middle class of kindergarten, that winter vacation was very long for me. I told my father that I missed my children and wanted to invite them to play at home. My mother had a hard time contacting the parents of two children through the teacher and agreed to come to my house on the fifth day of the Lunar New Year.
Dad drew up the menu early and went shopping and prepared meals two days in advance. I can't bear to see my father so busy, and I don't think I should invite children. Dad smiled and said, it doesn't matter. This is my daughter's first treat. Dad is happy.
On the fifth day, the child and mother came. Dad made us a big table of delicious food, including steamed mandarin fish, braised prawns, fried shrimps with eggs, egg rolls and fried leeches. The children and their mother said, Wow! Too rich! You did a good job. Lu Zhongjiu said, let his father cook so many delicious foods and invite us to their home. Play with children, enjoy the delicious meal cooked by my father, listen to the praise of children, don't mention how wonderful it is, just like eating honey, I love my father. I will study hard and make my father proud of me.
Father loves composition 4. Parents' love is like a towering mountain; Parents' love is like the endless Yellow River; Parents' love is like the supreme treasure; Parents' love is like a burning fire; Parents' love is like the Great Wall of Wan Li, as far as the eye can see.
I remember once, when I went to the school team for training, Yang Zongbei and I bumped into each other and immediately got a bag on our head. When my father learned about it, he immediately left all his jobs and drove over. Seeing the bag on my head, my father said to me in tears, "Are you all right?" "Then, he wiped his tears and scolded me:" You don't train well, what are you running around for! " "At that time, I was very dissatisfied with my father. When I got home, I was still upset.
That night, I have been holding a grudge against it, lying in bed, tossing and turning, unable to sleep. So, I closed my eyes, hoping to fall asleep quickly. Just when I was about to fall asleep, my father came over and touched my forehead habitually. At this time, my father knew that I had a fever and immediately picked me up and walked away. It was raining outside at that time. Dad only wore a thin shirt and ran to the nearest hospital. When we arrived, the hospital had moved away. Then we ran downstairs and drove to the nearest hospital. We went to another hospital and the doctor took my temperature. The doctor said, "You have a fever of 39 degrees." However, the doctor gave me an antipyretic, and I was fine, which relieved my father's worry. Then, when we left, the doctor took my father and me to the car with an umbrella, and my father and I quickly thanked him.
You say: Father's love is not a towering mountain; Father's love is not the flowing Yellow River; Father's love is not a burning fire; Isn't fatherly love the supreme treasure?
Fatherly love composition 5 Fatherly love is a continuous mountain, which gives us safe dependence; Father's love is a strict and serious teacher, let us grow up in strictness; Fatherly love is warm sunshine, which makes us feel the warmth of fatherly love.
Father is always the most severe to you, but as you can imagine, this kind of strict education is his greatest love for you and his selfless love for you.
I was one year old when I learned to skate, and my father often took me skating in the park. It's been almost month after month, but there must be some bumps and bumps. The first time I skateboarded, my dad took me for three laps, and then let go of his hand and said, "That's the feeling. Eight eight left." Then he looked at me confidently. Before I slipped two steps, I sat on the ground scratching my arm. When I saw it, I felt very painful. Then tears came out involuntarily, crying and shouting, "Dad. "Dad saw me running over and said," Slow down, won't you scratch your skin? "What's the big deal about small things? Get up and rest yourself, and we will continue to practice. " Then my father went to one side. I thought my father would help me, but I was disappointed. Now I can only stand up and continue to practice with tears in my eyes. In the evening, I quietly told my mother about it. Mom listened and said seriously, "Son, this is a sign that Dad loves you!" " ! Dad doesn't help you because he wants to cultivate your independence, strength and courage from an early age and make you a persevering person! "
Hearing this, my eyes involuntarily filled with boiling tears, and I thought: Ah! Dad loves me.
Ah! My father raised me with great fatherly love and loved me with special love, which made me grow up in severity. Ah! My father, with a candle-like fatherly love to light my heart, let me grow up under your care.
Ah! Father's love, this great selfless love, let me sail and sail on the road of growth.
Fatherly love composition 6 people often say that maternal love is the greatest, but I think fatherly love is equally great. Father's love is like a mountain, guarding us, and father's love is like a pair of hands, pulling us.
That autumn, the sky was overcast and it was raining cats and dogs. I hurried in the classroom waiting for my father to pick me up. But dad didn't come, so I went to the shelter of the teaching building and waited. Suddenly, I saw a familiar figure, that is my father. After waiting for so long, I jumped with joy, so we went home together. On the way home, my father kept pushing the umbrella to my side. Don't let me get wet, but my left clothes are all wet and I keep sneezing, as if I have caught a cold.
When I got home, my father kept sneezing. I think I made my father sick. I want to make him better and make him happy. I made a cup of ginger tea for my father. My father shed tears and I said, "Dad, why are you sick for me?"
Dad said while drinking ginger tea, "that's because you are too young to get sick." I will be an adult for a few days, but you can't. "
This is my father's great love. My father kept me from getting wet, but he made himself sick, just like a rooster protecting a chicken. My father's great love is deeply imprinted in my heart, and there is no love like my father's love.
Father's love composition 7 Some people say that father's love is like a lighthouse, guiding us in the direction of progress; Some people say that fatherly love is like chocolate candy, with sweetness in bitterness; Others say that father is like a mountain, so majestic and deep; I said that my father is like a bowl of hot noodles, which warms my heart all the time.
It was cloudy that day, and my mood was no different from the weather outside the window-because my deskmate and I had a quarrel over a trivial matter, and she ignored me, and I ignored her even more. I sulked at my desk while fiddling with a pot of green radish on it. Time passed quickly, and in a blink of an eye, my stomach began to "protest", but I was embarrassed to eat.
At this time, I saw my father push the door and come in, carrying a bowl of hot noodles and walking straight up to me, saying, "Don't sulk! Eat the noodles! " Looking at the hot noodles in front of me, I seem more hungry. As soon as I took a bite, my hand slipped and the noodle bowl broke. "Really, it's so hot!" I made an excuse, but my father said, "Nothing, just calm down." After that, my father packed up his groceries and went to the kitchen.
I sit at my desk and read at will. After a while, I went to pour water, and I was shocked by what I saw-my father poured a bowl on each other and wanted to cool the noodles. I couldn't help it any longer. I hugged my father and didn't let go for a long time.
Father, I sincerely thank you!
Father's Love Composition 8 I remember that one summer, my family raised a pot of flowers on the balcony, named Milan, which grew very vigorously. After some days, I don't know why, he withered, leaving only bare stems, which was very ugly.
The more I looked at it, the less pleasing to the eye, so I kicked it flat with three feet and two feet, and my heel was deeply pierced by a thorn of two centimeters. I was in unbearable pain, but I was afraid of being beaten by my father, so I dared not say anything. At night, I finally couldn't stand it. I looked at my heel and said, "Ah!" Swelling like a big steamed bun, it scared me. I think if I don't tell my father, my feet will be disabled, so I must tell my father. My father was scared when he saw it. Careful observation shows that there are thorns in it. He was afraid that my population would be infected and took me to the hospital without saying anything. I still clearly remember that it rained every day. When I arrived at the hospital, I saw my father soaking wet. In the hospital, the doctor gave me a careful examination and said, "You came at the right time. If you come back tomorrow, the consequences will be unimaginable. " As soon as the voice fell, he began to operate on me and took out the hateful thorn. After a few days, my injury healed, and my father did catch a cold for several days because of the rain.
This matter is deeply engraved in my mind, and I am really proud of having such a father.
Father's love composition 9 moves towards good memories. I look at the classic stories, remembering the deep affection and care. Father's love is like lavender in a big manor, which quietly sets off the dancing girls in the manor. It only exudes a faint fragrance, but it is memorable. ...
It is often said that a father loves mountains and has the power to make people cry. But I don't think so, because when I think of my father, alas, what is mountain-like, great and totally different. Unlike other people's father, he can communicate with me; He doesn't want other people's fathers to care about me ... but he always appears when I need him, which makes me feel at ease and warm.
It was during the Chinese New Year. It was freezing and snowing heavily. Our family went to my grandmother's house for the Spring Festival, which was supposed to be happy, but I left home because I was angry with my father. When everyone got together for dinner, they found that I was gone. Everyone was in a hurry, and my father was as anxious as an ant on hot bricks and rushed out of the house with a flashlight. At this time, I was sitting alone under the big tree, hungry and cold. Although I want to go home, it's already dark and it's snowing heavily, so I'm lost. I began to regret that my father and I ran out of the house in a rage. Grandma and they must be very anxious now. Thinking about it, I began to cry. Suddenly, I heard footsteps, stopped crying at once and stared at it motionless. At first glance, it turned out to be my father. Willy-nilly, I ran over at once. My father took me home silently without saying anything. I hold his big warm hand, and my heart is warm. That flashlight has been illuminating the road ahead for me.
Father's love, like a surging river, flows to the horizon; Father's love is like a bright flashlight, which always illuminates the road ahead for us. Only dad is good in the world.
Father loves composition 10 but I just started to think that my father is as ruthless as a snow-capped mountain that has been frozen for thousands of years. After one thing, I understand how much my father loves me.
At that time, in a cold and pouring dusk, Ding Ding was out of school, and the students were eager to go home with their parents. Only I slowly packed my things and walked out of the classroom, because I didn't bring my umbrella.
This morning, I was worried, because I saw the temperature storm, so I didn't want to go back to school and begged my father to give me a holiday. I didn't know that my father lost his temper and his eyebrows turned upside down. And said loudly: no! Be sure to go to school to learn knowledge. I implored my father again. When he saw me lying in bed, he hurried out and got a small stick and drew an X on my calf. I cried sadly. After hearing the crying, my mother quickly put ointment on my calf and put on my school uniform. At this time, I thought: It's better to be a mother, but it's a pity that she is going to Guangzhou to study and train today. I packed my things, got in my mother's car and ran to school quickly.
I walked all the way thinking: I had a quarrel with my father today. Would he come to pick me up? At the school gate, I saw the shadow of understanding. My father has been waiting for me after school. After seeing me, he rushed over. On the way home, my father tried to move his umbrella to my side for fear that I would get wet, but he had to get wet himself. I was moved to tears.
Father loves composition 1 1 I was a little girl in kindergarten at that time, and my father treated me like gold. Sometimes, he buys me toys, and I am as happy as two white rabbits playing happily on the rainbow bridge. I'm so happy!
Gradually, gradually, I grew up and became a first-grade pupil. My father is much stricter with me than when I was in kindergarten. Once, I did badly in the exam. My dad came back at 8 o'clock, and he was furious. He took a whip longer than the sky and the universe and beat me hard. I ran there like a cheetah, but I was still whipped, ah! It hurts. The blow went straight to my feet and body like idle electricity. It's like the ancient emperor hitting a very bad minister. It was love at first sight, but it was the father who beat his son. Oh, that's terrible!
After a while, my father's anger was all gone. He said to me gently, "I'm sorry, son, I should have hit you so hard." I said, "Dad, I should have brought you good grades, but I want to say I'm sorry." In this way, my father went down to buy medicine for me, and it was already past 9 o'clock. I was moved to tears. Slowly, my father came back, he helped me to apply ointment, and we went to bed together.
Dad and I made up. On Saturday, we went to the mountain to play together. It's interesting. There are delicious fruits there. There are apples, pineapples, grapes, strawberries and so on. But my favorite is the sweet and delicious fruit honey salad, ah! It is really delicious! It's delicious on earth!
This is my father's love for me. I'm so touched.
Fatherly love composition 12 This image often appears in my mind. Strong body, she has a pair of heavy eyebrows and small eyes. Every time she smiles, her teeth are slightly blackened by smoking. This is my father.
Father's love is like an umbrella against the wind and rain. Once after school, it was raining. I went downstairs without an umbrella and did my homework in the classroom. The students left one by one, leaving me alone in the end. Just then, a familiar figure walked from the window to the door of the classroom. I took a closer look and found that this man was my father. Dad! I cheered. Why did you come so late? The father replied: Sorry, daughter! I'm a little late, let's go!
I packed my things and followed my father. My father didn't say a word, and then I found that my father only took an umbrella. I'm depressed. What should I do with an umbrella for two people? On the first floor, my father opened my umbrella and walked in the rain. I was dumbfounded, thinking: Dad usually works so hard, and it rains when it rains, which is too wronged. Thinking of this, I couldn't help holding my umbrella over my father's head, but my father turned it back and said, Dad is not afraid of getting caught in the rain, so be careful to catch cold. I know dad is not afraid of getting wet, and he loves me!
Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering my life from the wind and rain. Father's love is like a bright light, which illuminates my life and makes me go forward bravely.
Father loves composition 13 I don't know who is singing softly: "Only mothers are good in the world, and children with mothers are like treasures. If you throw it into her arms, you won't enjoy happiness ... "People always praise her mother, praising her delicacy and great maternal love, but seldom mention her father, her broad mind and her deep love.
I used to think that my father didn't love me because he was so strict in my eyes, but recently I found that my father had paid a lot for me.
Every day, my father will get up early, wake me up, and then take pains to prepare nutritious breakfast for me, but he has to put up with my picky. At school, my father carefully asked me if I had forgotten anything. In the evening, whenever I study, my father will patiently accompany me and explain to me what I don't understand. In his time, it was rare to have a little leisure time. Although my father works hard, he never complains.
If I get sick, my father will be anxious and ask for help; My father will chat with me and help me out. I think my father's words are like spring breeze, which gently blows away my boredom and makes me happy; My father's words, like warm sunshine, quietly lit up the darkness in my heart and let me find my way in confusion.
My father is like a mountain, shouldering all the burdens and making my life easy and stable; Father is like an umbrella, blocking all storms and leaving me with sunshine and warmth; Father wants a sun to illuminate my heart and make my heart full of sunshine forever.
Father's love is like a cup of strong tea, which tastes bitter at first, but has a faint fragrance when tasted carefully. A father's love is like a lake, and any discomfort of a daughter will ripple. Father's love is like a flower, which always blooms quietly and never makes people realize its greatness. Father's love will accompany me through the ups and downs of life and move towards a bright future!
I will always remember the love my father gave me. I love my father!
Father loves composition 14 night, so quiet and soft moonlight shed a silvery white; The night is so deep, my father's snoring is like a touching song, "Moonlight Song", which reverberates all night. Looking at my father's sleeping face, my thoughts drifted into the holy night sky. ...
When I was a child, I was always proud of having such a father, because he could make many things and drive a motorcycle. Every day after school, I ride my father's motorcycle. The envious eyes of my classmates made me deeply fall in love with and depend on my father.
But with the passage of time, this feeling gradually faded. This should start with the files that have been filled in since junior high school. Others fill in the column of father's political outlook as a factory director, manager and engineer, and I can only write about migrant workers timidly. Hey, father, why don't you be a factory director, manager and engineer?
When the weather turned cold, my father came to me and said with concern, "It's getting cold, and the end of the term is not much different. Be careful of catching a cold! " At this time, my heart trembled slightly.
One day, it was raining and I was riding a bike on the road ―― I didn't wear a raincoat. Suddenly, a familiar figure flashed by me. I backed the car back, and when I saw it, I was shocked. Dad came to pick me up with an umbrella and a raincoat. The wind keeps blowing, and rain falls on his glasses from time to time ―― my father is much older. "Dad-"He turned around, came over and put the purple raincoat on me. Then, he raised his umbrella and walked home slowly. ...
Fatherly love composition 15 "When you are afraid, fatherly love is a stepping stone; When it is dark, father's love is a lamp; When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar; When successful, fatherly love is encouragement and vigilance. " This is what Liang Fengyi said.
Yes, father's love is like this. It is as high as a mountain and as deep as the sea. It does not warm you with words like a mother's love, but sets an example for you with actions. Sometimes you think he is harsh and unreasonable, and even thinks he is outrageous and unreasonable, but he loves you as much as he loves his mother. His hands may not be as warm as his mother's, his arms are rough, and he is just not good at expressing his love in words.
Once, my father and I went to Yong 'an Park and played in Shiqiao. I was so excited that I climbed up the stone bridge and walked around like an "acrobat" performing. Just when I was having fun, I lost my balance, fell heavily and almost fell into the water. Dad rushed up and grabbed me to prevent me from becoming a "drowned rat". And comforted and said: "Hao Tian, are you okay? Did it hurt when you fell? " Hearing my father's concern, I gradually calmed down my panic and felt a warm current surging and gurgling in my heart. Yes, no matter what time, my father will always be by my side, propping up a barrier for my immaturity and sheltering me from the wind and rain.
Dad, I love you. As the saying goes, "Father loves mountains and mother loves the sea". You will always be my good father!