"Tick! Tick tock! ..... "The clock is still running at night, and I can't sleep in bed. I vaguely heard my father's computer typing. "Answer! Answer! Answer! ..... "I know dad will stay up late tonight to catch up!
Early in the morning, after breakfast, I watched my father drive to work.
When I got to school, my father told me repeatedly as usual: "Be serious and study hard, don't think about playing video games all day;" Do what the teacher told me ... "I didn't understand before, but I always turned a deaf ear;" But when I grow up, I gradually understand that my father wants me to work hard and study hard, so that I can find a good job, have a good living condition and get ahead in the torrent of competition. Dad also often said: Have fun when you should play, concentrate when you should study, and don't be distracted.
Every evening, my mother will call my father and ask, "Will you come back for dinner?" But dad often says, "I have another meeting." When dad comes home, he will go to see grandpa first, so dad is often as busy as a bee, but no matter how busy he is, going to see grandpa is his daily trip, rain or shine. Every time I do my homework, I often hear my parents talk about my grandfather. From the father's point of view, his father had no choice but to send his sick grandfather to a nursing home. Father was very sad that day. As children, we should take care of ourselves and not add to his burden!
Mom and dad regard my sister and I as the apple of their eyes, and they still do. Sometimes I can hear them anxiously discussing my grades and performance at school. Dad always loves "gossip", and sometimes he takes out cute photos of my childhood and looks at them with a bright smile on his face. At school, as long as I don't do well in the exam, my father always says, "son, don't lose heart and don't give up." Failure is a stepping stone to success. " Therefore, which parent is not "looking for a child to become a dragon, looking for a woman to become a phoenix!"
Whenever I lie in bed in the dead of night, my father always quietly covers me with a warm quilt and leaves quietly. Dad! I know you are tired today, too. It's time to rest. Good Night!
2. The text of "Daddy's Teacher" was changed into a composition. Dad often tells me about his first teacher, and whenever he mentions it, he always praises it. But I haven't met his teacher.
The opportunity has finally come. Dad invited his teacher to visit us on Teacher's Day. Perhaps it is to let his teacher know how to teach his children well, so he is very strict with me. For example, my every move has standards, and every sentence has rules. Dad is like a director. It's disappointing to teach me this and that again and again. I haven't seen it yet. I have a hoop on my head.
My first task is to meet the guests at the door with my grandfather. I was impatient when my grandfather pointed to a stout old man in the distance and said to me, "That man in gray is your father's teacher." I exclaimed, "Coming!" "Dad rushed out to meet him, while ruthlessly stared at me, and I thought of the" hoop curse "on my head.
Dad accompanied the teacher to drink and chat. According to my father's arrangement in advance, I quietly poured wine for the teacher and stole a look at the old man from time to time. Watching him drink happily, I really can't see how much more knowledgeable he is than my grandfather. He put down his glass, looked me up and down, and praised me for being smart, polite and promising. My father was very proud, but he put on a serious face and taught me: "My teacher is knowledgeable and he will always be my teacher." I had to nod, but I thought to myself, "How many times have you said these things? Why bother?" Rdquo's father went on to say, "He is my teacher, that is, your teacher. Ask the teacher if you don't understand. " Don't say, I really have a problem that I haven't figured out. Today is a coincidence. So, I immediately chimed in and said, "Teacher, let me ask you something. I heard the teacher say that there are treasures where the phoenix falls, but the teacher also said that there are no phoenixes in the world. Why is this? " The teacher put the teacup to his mouth, but he didn't drink or put it down, as if he were meditating. I was quietly waiting for an answer when I heard a bang. My father squatted down and slammed the cup on the table, and the tea spilled out. His bulging eyes are really scary "How rude! What a shame!" Listening to my father's reprimand, I was confused, but I also knew that I was in trouble. This makes me regret it. I really shouldn't listen to my father and talk too much. You see, I didn't ask questions, but I made a lot of complaints in vain. Fortunately, the teacher's face slowly filled with laughter. He sipped his tea gently, scolded and advised his father, "How can you be so angry with the child? There is nothing wrong with children. Asking a question is like growing a bud of knowledge on a small tree. Won't your parting affect his future success? I can't answer that. Afraid of what? Needless to say, even scientists can't understand the truth. Why do you do research when you know everything? I have been a teacher all my life, and I like such students. Such children will be more promising in the future and we should be happy. " Dad listened respectfully, his face turned half cloudy, and then the clouds cleared. Dad pulled me to his side and kept stroking my head. I feel liberated and comfortable all over.
Later, whenever I mentioned this to my father, my father always said with a little fear, "I'm so worried." I almost let you spoil the good thing that day. " But the tone is full of apologies. Up to now, although I have only met this teacher once, I can't forget it. Really, a teacher is a teacher after all, just like a teacher who has taught me for many years. This is my father's and mine.
Dad's teacher changed his composition. You will be surprised to see this topic. You will definitely ask, "How did you become Dad's teacher?" Then listen to me and tell you something!
It was one morning, when I was reading pinyin letters at home, my father saw it and said, "When did you know you were reading an English book?" I said to my father, "Dad, this is not English, but Chinese phonetic alphabet. Look at these, useful! " ! Like looking it up in a dictionary. If you want to search in order, you must use the alphabet. Dad, why didn't I see you looking up the dictionary in alphabetical order? "Dad shook his head and said," Well, you learn this and that at an early age. We have never learned so much. " I looked at my poor father and said, "Dad, don't worry, I have a group of people who will help you learn letters." Dad looked at me and grinned.
In the evening, I said to my father, "Well, you have to learn five letters every night to sleep." Dad looked at me seriously and said, "All right. I listen to you. " The class began, and I said, "Class!" Dad simply stood up and said, hello, teacher! "I pretended to be stern and said," Sit down. This made my mother smile from ear to ear and said, "Tian Tian, you are really like a teacher." . "Say that finish, I laughed again, and I began to teach my father a lesson. Because I learned A, O and E first, I said to my father, "Look at my mouth, I must open my mouth wide." "A-"I read it, and then so did my father. I wrote it, he wrote it, I read it, and he read it. So repeatedly, my father finally learned five letters. I sang a song happily, and my brother twisted his waist. When my father saw it, his eyes narrowed with joy. He is not like what people say now: "Laugh in your mouth. "Happy in my heart?
I am so happy to see the whole family happy! Students, have you ever accepted a "college student" like me?
4. A composition about writing a father in the third grade of primary school. My father is a teacher in City No.6 Middle School. He is tall and fat with a loud voice.
Other teachers use small speakers in lectures, but he never uses them. If he is giving a lecture on the fourth floor, you can hear it clearly on the first floor. He wants to train his students, which is even worse. The student was scared by him, and the student secretly made up a jingle for him: the head teacher turned around and scared ten cows on the roadside.
Dad's just a little louder. In fact, he is very good, and all the students like his class. The class he teaches is the first every year. This year, he was rated as a model class teacher in Shangqiu City. Every year on Teachers' Day, my father receives many students' blessings.
Dad is a good teacher, but not a good father. He goes out early and comes back late every day, so he has no time to help me with my homework and play with me. I remember one time before Monday, he said to me, "On Sunday, your mother and I went to Huaibei Xiangshan Park to play." I was happy for several days and shared this happiness with my friends. But that day, I changed my mind again. Because my father had an emergency in his office, he had to go back to the office, and our travel plan fell through.
He gave most of his time to the students, and his mother said every day, "Just sell you to the school!" " "Dad always goes to work with a smile.
This is my father.
5. A composition about writing a father in the third grade of primary school. My father is a teacher in City No.6 Middle School. He is tall and fat with a loud voice.
Other teachers use small speakers in lectures, but he never uses them. If he is giving a lecture on the fourth floor, you can hear it clearly on the first floor.
He wants to train his students, which is even worse. The student was scared by him, and the student secretly made up a jingle for him: the head teacher turned around and scared ten cows on the roadside.
Dad's just a little louder. In fact, he is very good, and all the students like his class. The class he teaches is the first every year.
This year, he was rated as a model class teacher in Shangqiu City. Every year on Teachers' Day, my father receives many students' blessings.
Dad is a good teacher, but not a good father. He goes out early and comes back late every day, so he has no time to help me with my homework and play with me.
I remember one time before Monday, he said to me, "On Sunday, your mother and I went to Huaibei Xiangshan Park to play." I was happy for several days and shared this happiness with my friends.
But that day, I changed my mind again. Because my father had an emergency in his office, he had to go back to the office, and our travel plan fell through. He gave most of his time to the students, and his mother said every day, "Just sell you to the school!" " "Dad always goes to work with a smile.
This is my father.
6. Teacher's composition in the memory of elders. None of you know my father. He is a great mathematician. No matter how difficult the problem is, he can solve it. His knowledge is really great.
My learned father, who has always been gentle, looks serious today. There seems to be something urgent. I think so, but I don't know what will happen. I asked my father, "Dad, what's the matter?" Dad told me that he was going to see the teacher. Look at my memory. It turns out that today is September 10-Teacher's Day! But the strange thing is, is dad, a great mathematician and a teacher, very new? But I really want to meet this teacher.
I kept begging my father: "Dad, take me. Are you worried about me? It's okay. I will certainly be polite and keep your secret. " Please. "I saw my father was silent for a while. He blinked and said to me," Well, all right! " "
But before leaving, my father repeatedly told me: "Say hello to the teacher when you get there, then bow down, and don't interrupt when we are talking." . Of course, I promise anything.
I have been thinking about this teacher all the way, what kind of person he should be. His beard should be very long and his stomach is full of truth and knowledge. He should be better than my father and mathematicians. If he is not a mathematician, how can he teach my father? But guess who dad bows to. Maybe you can't guess for three days and three nights.
If it were me, it wouldn't be surprising, because my father's teacher is my teacher. But I'm in grade three, and she's still teaching grade one. She is my father's teacher. How interesting you say.
The teacher looked at his father like a doll and said, "You have made great achievements in mathematics these years, but you should continue to work hard." . "Guess what my father said?" I have to thank you, teacher, for letting me know that two plus two equals four and three plus three equals nine. . "
I just learned that my father was taught by a first-grade teacher, although his grades were great!
7. The composition of the third grade of primary school is 300 words. Teacher, parents, don't love me so much. Although my mother's hands are so rough, they are integrated with my mother's hope, care and love for me.
I like mom's hands. I remember one winter, it was raining heavily, and the cold wind blew to my mother and I who were coming home in the heavy rain.
My mother trudged on a motorcycle, and I sat in the back with cold teeth. At this time, my mother got off the bus and said to me kindly, "Hui Hui, be patient, it's almost home."
After that, my mother took off her gloves and put them on me. Suddenly, I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and I no longer felt cold. Unconsciously, my eyes were blurred by tears, which poured out like broken beads.
Mom, your hand cracked the other day, although you told me with a smile that it didn't matter. But I know how to stop your hand from hurting. You just don't want me to worry.
At home, my mother rubbed her hands hard. I look at your hand. Your hands are black and blue with cold. I jumped into your arms and cried. You touched me with her almost frozen hand and said, "Don't cry, son, be strong." You should study hard and don't live up to my hopes for you! " I don't know how many times, my mother put her hand over me; I don't know how many times I have overcome all kinds of difficulties with the help of my mother's hands. I love my mother's warm and powerful hands.
"Only Mom is Good in the World" has been sung for decades. Growing up healthily with lovely children reflects a mother's love for her children. In fact, not only the mother, but also the father.
Each of us loves our parents, especially in times of crisis, which can better reflect their love for you. I also have such parents, and their love for me is infinite.
I remember once, I caught a cold because of the impermanence of the weather and had a high fever all the time. My temperature is as high as 4 1 degree, and taking antipyretic drugs won't help. Parents are at a loss. They want to take me to the hospital, but I have classes, and they are afraid of delaying my study. So, dad was busy going to Geoh, and the class teacher called me for leave.
I want to take me to the hospital, but I think the hospital is very crowded and I have to wait in line for a long time to bring salt water. Why? So, my father took me to a private clinic. There are many people in the clinic. It's my turn. I had to have an injection on * * * to reduce my fever, which was very painful. My father encouraged me: "Learn to be strong." I heard it, and it really didn't hurt that much.
Dad can't stay with me all the time when I hang salt water. He has to go to work. My mother has been sitting next to me, giving me water and a fan.
I was hungry alone, so she went to buy me food. She tells me jokes when my hand hurts. Her jokes made me forget the pain. Under the careful care of my parents, my illness soon recovered.
In fact, parents' love is sometimes not necessarily reflected in tenderness, but in strictness. That's what my parents do.
Once, I went shopping with my parents. I remember it was a festival. There are too many people in the shop and it is crowded with people. My mother and I used to hold hands, but my attention was attracted by a small toy there. I involuntarily let go of my mother's hand and walked to the place where toys were sold. When I tried to hold my mother's hand after playing with toys, I found strangers around me, and I cried with fear.
Not long after, I suddenly saw my parents, but it was not what I expected. Instead of comforting me softly, they cursed me: "Why didn't you lose it earlier?" Hearing this, I cried even more.
Our parents love us so much that we should know how to appreciate them. Sometimes we don't feel that our parents love us more. In fact, their love is beyond words.
The sky of childhood is always endless sadness in my eyes. Every time I think about it, a feeling of sadness will flow all over my body in an instant and I can't control it. I spent my childhood at my grandmother's house. When my parents are not around, I often face the empty big house in a daze.
Sometimes my eyes will stare at a corner and think about the happy time when my parents are around, but the empty room tells me mercilessly that they are dead. Yes, like many parents, they choose to work in other places just to give me a well-off family.
However, at that time, wrong ideas flooded into my mind-they abandoned me and didn't want me. I hated it! ! I never thought that time was so magical. It was when I was twelve years old, as if the magician's wand touched my head lightly, and I was so old. At the age of twelve, I was fed up with lonely waiting, so I longed for the warmth of my family, but the result was not as satisfactory as I expected. At that time, my brother was just born, and my parents loved him in every way, ignoring my daughter who longed for their love. I began to miss my old grandmother. I wanted her to pour water for my thirsty people and give medicine to my cold people in the middle of the night ... At that time, I completely doubted the warm word home.
On that day, my cousin accidentally let my brother fall from the bed more than 100 days ago, and it fell loudly. My father is in the kitchen. After hearing the noise, he immediately ran over and picked up his brother and gave it to his grandmother. After turning around, he slapped me hard and took the fruit knife I was about to cut watermelon. He squatted on my neck and said, "Xiaoxiao Xiaoxiao, you should die." I felt that I was the most pitiful person in the world. Why, why, it's not my fault, but everything is my fault.
Home? Do I still have a home? I ran into my room and asked myself over and over again whether I was always redundant in this "home". So I said to myself, I must go out to study as soon as possible, leave this disappointing home and never come back! ! Maybe God has pity on me and gently waved his sleeves, and four years have passed.
In order to escape, I gave up the senior high school entrance examination and went directly to the vocational school. The days away from home are leisurely and carefree, and my mind is bright. I can go home once a month. I just sleep at home all night and play outside most of the time. At that time, my home was just a transit station for me, and I felt that I didn't belong here.
Sometimes going home will make dad angry because of something, and so will dad.
8. Ask for a composition. My father, mother, teachers and others are all proud of having such a good teacher as me. She is my head teacher, Miss Jiao. When I first entered middle school, I heard that our head teacher was an excellent teacher, Miss Jiao. With a little excitement, I silently imagined the image of this excellent teacher in my mind.
In my anxious expectation, finally in the evening, Miss Jiao appeared in front of us. First of all, I think she should not be our future head teacher, Miss Jiao! So young. While I was thinking about this problem, she couldn't help introducing herself to us. Strangely, she is not much bigger than the copper explosion in our Changfu Banhuang colony. Why did you become an excellent teacher?
But in the later days, I gradually got to know her. Miss Jiao's handwriting is also great, but she is our English teacher. She is strict in class, but not strict outside class. I remember that she used to chat with us. Really, she seems a lot like her sister. If she has something on her mind, go to her and she will talk to you for a while, so that there will be no unhappy things. It seems that some students like to make mistakes. As long as they get to Mr. Jiao's hand, there is nothing, just what she gave them is crisp, just like "roll with the punches, roll with the punches". .
In fact, I am also a person who likes to make small mistakes sometimes, but sometimes I can control it, and sometimes I can't, but Miss Jiao never criticized me, just chatted with me for a while, and that one thing was forgotten!
But I will also remember this little lesson. I hope I won't make mistakes in the future. It's best not to make mistakes from now on and be a regular me.
Also, I want to focus on the teacher: If I am a bird flying with wings, then you are the wind that stirs my wings. If I am a new leaf that has just sprouted, then you are a root buried deep in the soil.
I always want to tell you if I am thoughtful, and I want to share my joy with you. With respect and love, Mr. Jiao, let me once again call you "Mr. Jiao" with the deepest affection, okay?
Last year, our class was often influenced by the sun. Health always comes first, but we also have an excellent head teacher! So we can do everything well. If only teachers are excellent, we are not qualified. How can we be worthy of such excellent teachers? So I hope the whole class will cheer up and let our class by going up one flight of stairs under the leadership of the teacher.
9. Composition in the third grade of primary school, my father, my father.
In my life, I have a father who cares about me in every way; In study, I also have a strict father; In the game, I have a father who will never grow up.
My father has two greatest advantages: first, he is willing to contribute to the country without asking for anything in return; 2. Very concerned about the study and life of the next generation.
Previously, my father was repairing the railway in Turpan, Xinjiang. He works day and night, 365 days a year, eight or nine hours a day. Three meals a day are steamed bread, and meat and rice are rarely eaten. Life is hard. I only slept for five or six hours at night, and I had to get up the next morning, full of blood. But he still refused to give up this glorious job and was later transferred to be a taxi driver.
My father not only works hard, but also is strict with me. Once, I didn't do my homework and two reading notes, but my friend told me to go out and jump rubber bands. I couldn't resist the temptation of rubber bands and jumped up in the yard: "Car, Didi, Malanhua 21 ..." Just as I was jumping, my father came back from work and asked: "Yuanyuan, have you finished your homework?" I replied, "Right away, when I jumped, I was making those two reading notes." At this time, my gentle father suddenly became serious and took me back to the study like an eagle catching a chicken. I have to do my homework. He didn't open his brow until I finished. At this moment, my father said, "Let me jump rope with you. Your father is still a master of skipping rope! " With that, he jumped up.
Ah, dad, you are the enlightening lamp in my study and life, and always inspire me to move forward. Ah, dad, I will study hard and repay your selfless love for me.
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Everyone says that "only mother is good in the world", and I think dad is no exception.
Dad is tall, short, fat and thin, with big eyes, besides; And two big ears. Dad's hobbies are singing, drinking, playing chess and playing computer. Dad likes to wear a suit, and dad also likes to raise fish and shrimp.
My father is also a helpful citizen. One day, it was gray and dark, and it was going to rain. Dad is in a hurry to go home. Dad saw Liu Laobo harvesting rice. Dad saw it and went home. He went over and picked up a broom to harvest rice with Liu Laobo. The two men are busy collecting rice and putting it into a big bag. Mr. Liu was so busy that he couldn't breathe and sucked. Dad told him to have a rest and tie up the remaining two bags. It really rained at a bad time, and it rained heavily with a crash. Dad didn't let the rain stop what he wanted to do. Dad tied the bag and moved the rice to a place without rain. After doing it, my father has become a "girl-picking chicken". Liu Laobo asked my dad to go to his house to rest, and then go home when the rain stopped. Dad refused and braved the wind and rain to go home.
When I got home, my father had fainted. Mom touched dad's forehead. "Oh, it's so hot." . When Dad wakes up, many people will see him: relatives and friends, and people that Dad helped before. So many, Liu Laobo is here. Everyone says that dad is the best person, and we should learn from him in the future.
My father is such a person. Think less about yourself and more about others.
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My father is tall and has bright eyes. People say dad is slim, but I think dad is too slim. Dad is a teacher by profession, but he has many hobbies, such as playing basketball, watching news on the Internet, watching TV and playing table tennis.
Dad always watches several table tennis and volleyball matches in China. Even in the middle of the night, my father has to get up to cheer for the China team, and sometimes he looks as excited as the head coach on the field. Under his influence, I am almost a small fan. ...
Dad can not only repair all kinds of things, but also write a very ingenious composition.
Once, I rode my bike down the slope, and the car ran forward like the wind, reaching the limit of this bike. On the second slope, I wanted to be faster, so I stepped harder. Who knows, the chain came out of the sprocket teeth, which almost caused me to fall down, so I had to stop and install the chain. Not long after riding, the disappointing chain broke again. At this time, my father came up to me, looked at my sad face and asked me, "What's the matter?" I said hesitantly, "Dad, I ... I lost the chain of my car ..." Dad smiled and said, "Isn't it easy?" After that, I took out my pliers from the room, quickly took off a chain end, and then connected the chain, so that my bike could sit again. ...
Another time, I was writing my composition My Dog. I wrote the beginning and the process incisively and vividly, but there was no end. Seeing me scratching my head, my father knew that I had another problem, so he kindly said to me, "Another problem, right?" I nodded, pointed to the end and said, "I can't write the end." Dad said patiently, "This is my puppy." He paused. "This is my lovely dog. Do you like it? Both endings will do. " Dad helped me solve the problem and I finished my composition happily. ...
This is the person who impressed me deeply-dad.
These are some good ones I found from other places, which can be used for reference and I hope they can be adopted.
10. My teacher, my head teacher, Miss Li, is our Chinese teacher. She is a middle-aged woman with big round eyes, slightly upturned nose, fair skin and very black hair. She often wears pigtails and speaks loudly.
Miss Li is so knowledgeable that any questions raised by her classmates can't beat her.
Teacher Li is very caring. Once, when I was in physical education class, I fell on the playground and broke my leg. I ran back to the classroom crying. Miss Li happened to be there. She saw it and said, "Are you okay?" Then I took out the potion from under the platform to clean my wound, applied it carefully and comforted me constantly. I looked at her kindly, just like my mother.
Miss Li is very strict with her classmates. One day after class, the teacher was in a mess. The students were still fighting until the class began. Just as Miss Li came in, seeing this scene, she picked up the pointer and gave it a hard knock on the platform, and the classroom suddenly became quiet. Teacher Li scolded us loudly again, telling us not to talk loudly in class in the future, or we will be punished for standing for one day! The frightened students dare not make any noise.
This is our teacher. She is caring and strict. She is both our teacher and our friend and mother.