My father's composition

In ordinary study, work and life, everyone is familiar with writing. Writing can exercise our habit of being alone, calm our mind and think about our future direction. You always have no way to write a composition? The following is my father's composition, which I have compiled for you, for reference only, hoping to help you. My father's composition in my mind 1

In the deep winter night, the strong wind violently hit the window pane, just like a ferocious devil, scaring my young body mercilessly in the dark night, followed by bursts of thunder and white lightning shining on my shivering body. "I'm not afraid, I have a father." A pair of warm hands gently comforted me, and the soft voice was full of love. These are the gentle hands. This kind voice accompanied me through many nights. My kind and gentle father, in my heart, will always be the best father in the world. < P > In my memory, I have always been a silent and timid child. It seems that anyone can easily bully me and mock me, and I have always been in the class. My father saw it in his eyes and was anxious in his heart. In order not to let me be looked down upon like that, when I was sad, he took me to fly to various cities, and I saw many scenic spots in China, and famous celebrity calligraphy and painting could also be followed by comments and appreciation. Rich experience makes me sit up and take notice by teachers and classmates in class. All the credit for cutting the ground belongs to dad. He always helps me so carefully and educates me in a special way.

From then on, the child who only sat in the corner with a stuffed bear and watched other partners talk loudly disappeared. The lonely child disappeared. Because of his father's education, the child took off his shy appearance and became the monitor with rich experience.

Dear father, it was your warm words and caring actions that made that ordinary child have enviable rich knowledge and experience, and it was your gentle hand that made that child who was frightened by the storm and thunder calm down a little and sleep sweetly.

who said, "a father loves mountains, and a mother loves water"? Father's love is like a gentle stream flowing gently into my heart, just like the sunshine in early spring, which reveals soft sunshine in the remaining snow. It is not as warm as fire in summer, but it is particularly warm and cordial in the slightest coldness.

Dear father, my thoughtful father, my gentle and kind father, you are like a ray of warm sunshine in my mind to illuminate my heart, and you will always be the best father in the world! My father's composition 2

My father is a businessman. As the saying goes, no business is dishonest. But my father built up half the sky with honesty and simplicity. My father has been in business for more than ten years now, and only he can understand how many ups and downs he has experienced. Nowadays, when walking, my father always recalls the past to teach my brother and me how to be real people.

When my father was young, he studied very well, but his family was poor. After finishing college, he worked for others. A year later, my father set up a small coal mine by himself, but because of his shallow qualifications. I didn't make much money, but I was heavily in debt. Those creditors know who dad is, and they are willing to put it off again. There is no money to pay for the Chinese New Year, but it will take at least another year. My father went to the butcher's shop to buy a few kilograms of meat on credit and gave it to migrant workers for the New Year. At this time, my father really needs several hundred yuan, because my father has found the doorway and believes that he can make money. My uncle wants to borrow it, but my aunt is afraid that my father can't pay it back.

Finally, my father's good friend gave him a helping hand. Father succeeded as expected. The first thing after success is to invite my father's good friend to work and pay double the salary, even though the uncle is older. When my father told my brother and me about it, he told us to be grateful. "the grace of dripping water, when the spring is reported"! Repay all those who have helped you. Nowadays, there are also things of gratitude in my life, and I will always thank those who have helped me.

Now, my father's career has taken a step forward, and now he is in Xinjiang. In the place where my father works, there are many opponents, but these are not real opponents. They often use small tricks to get benefits. Although my father was in this environment, he never cheated. For three years, he lived aboveboard every day. The environment there is bad, and my father's opponents often mix some lai in good coal in bad weather. When the customer comes to buy it, decorate it with a big forklift and pour it in, doing it unnoticed. They often put a few large magnets in the place where the tonnage of coal is measured, so as to make the load of the car heavier and increase the money. Father saw it and still did nothing. The worker asked his father, "Why don't you learn from them, so that you can earn money quickly."

"They are them. They were wrong. Do we have to make mistakes again? Besides, the scandal will eventually be discovered, and when customers know it, what credibility do they have? People can't want anything for money! " Father said sternly. Finally, the bad thing was exposed, and the customers thought that their father was an honest man, did not sell his reputation for money, and of course they were willing to cooperate with his father. Indeed, money is not a good thing, it can make people lose their minds. The greatest wealth is actually honesty! But those who think they are smart don't agree, and they still like money. That I lost all my property.

This is my father, who has learned a lot from doing business and taught me a lot about life philosophy. I am proud of having such a grateful and honest father! My father's composition 3

I wanted to write about my father very early, but I wrote down the topic several times without the following. I don't know how to say my father or how to express my father.

when I was young, I read Mr. Zhu Ziqing's Back. Although I couldn't fully understand the meaning of the article at that time, I could recite some fragments of it. The most memorable part was the description of my father buying oranges for his distant son: "I saw him wearing a small black hat, a big black jacket and a dark blue cotton gown, stumbling to the railway side and slowly leaning down. It was not difficult. But it's not easy for him to climb the platform over there when he crosses the railway. He climbed it with both hands, and his feet shrank up again; His fat body leans slightly to the left, showing signs of hard work. At this time, I saw his back, and my tears quickly flowed down. " My father has no fat body, is not tall, and has never bought me anything like oranges. My father is not only not tall in my eyes, but even a little obscene. Trying to find my father's imprint seems to have no warm aftertaste with me, only remembering his meanness and strictness. The deepest memory is that in the autumn of primary school, when my father came home from work, I pestered him for a dime to buy a knife and pencil, but my father said that a pencil tip was enough. Without money, I cried. My strict father actually twisted my ear and kicked me three feet. So, in my young mind, I buried my hatred for my father. For a long time, I ignored him, didn't call him dad, and didn't listen to his call.

During the autumn vacation in the fourth grade of primary school, my mother took me by car, made several turns and walked all day, and finally came to the remote town where my father worked. It's a very complicated yard, and there are many people coming in and out every day. At that time, I still hated my father, and he was rarely at home. When I got home, I was either busy writing something, or my abacus was crackling and I was very cold. What bothers me most is that my father forced me to do abacus at night. He taught me how to dial pearls, how to calculate addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, and he still murmured, "One is left in 313, five is added in 21, and every two makes one." I was bored to death, but I was afraid not to learn, because I clearly remembered how he twisted my ear and kicked me three feet. I don't know how important abacus was in my father's eyes at that time. Did he want to teach his life skills to his son, or did he want to leave some sustenance on his son? In a word, I hate my father! However, what happened later changed many of my preconceptions about my father. It was an autumn night with moonlight like water, and there was an directionless wind blowing outside. After dinner, my father still asked me to sit across the table to check the progress of my abacus, so I took my hand to pluck the black beads on the abacus at will, but my ears were filled with the crunchy laughter of children on the street outside the window, and I was thinking about those interesting games. My father sternly stared at me with long eyes and scolded me, "Why didn't you improve? Don't be distracted!" " Then I was asked to retype it behind my back. At this time, the door was suddenly pushed open, and a middle-aged man plopped down in front of his father, which frightened me. I saw my father pick him up, and I didn't know what to say. My father turned to the back room and took a stack of money and hurried away. I asked my mother, who said that her mother was ill. I was young at that time, and I didn't understand it very much. My father can spend a lot of money on other people's affairs, so why doesn't his son give a dime?

In an instant, in the early 198s, it was also an autumn. My father retired and came home. When I grew up, I also received the admission notice from the university that year. One day, many people came to the town where my father worked, bringing bags of millet, peanuts, red dates and chestnuts to my house, drinking at noon and talking about the past. Some people said that it was thanks to the small bag of rice bran that my father helped save his family's life that year, but they burst into tears, and others persuaded them for a long time. I heard my mother say, "Brother Zhen, don't say that. No one can help anyone outside. Isn't it thanks to your villagers that his father got tuberculosis that year? If it weren't for you, he wouldn't know if he died at home outside!" Later, after listening to them talking about me again, they congratulated their parents and said that they had raised a good son who lived up to expectations; Why didn't you tell me about such a good thing? Then I rushed to donate my money to show my support, saying something that was not too little ...

I sat in the back room and listened to them talk like this. I suddenly seemed to have grown up a lot, and I seemed to have a new and deeper understanding of my father ...

Now, my father, who is in his eighties, has lived in the city with me for eight years. With the increase of age, it was originally My father has a pension and our sisters have a good life, but he still lives frugally and simply! In eight years, I didn't hear my father say a bitter word, that is, during his four seriously ill hospitalizations and the days when he was misdiagnosed as lung cancer, he didn't lose the courage to live, and he struggled with stubborn diseases without saying a word.

At this time, my father's image in his son's mind is getting clearer and taller ... Before my father's composition 4

, I had too much dissatisfaction with my father. Although we are father and daughter, we seem to have no feelings at all. My father is thin and tall, and his neighbors often call him a "thin bamboo pole". Is this really worthy of the name? Father doesn't like to laugh, but his eyes are very gentle, thick eyebrows are always wrinkled, and there is always a little melancholy in his eyes. Father doesn't like to talk, and he hardly hears a word every day. Over time, I'm used to it.

I remember when I was a child, I just had to listen to others say, "Does your father like you?" I will say categorically, "I don't like it!" " However, as time went by, one thing changed my view of my father.

When I was about to graduate from primary school, I was also faced with the graduation exam. However, just a week before my exam, I didn't take the time to review, but I just dealt with TV blindly. My father didn't make any movement at first, but later, when he happened to see the dazzling score on my monthly Chinese exam paper-"87", he tore it up in a rage. Then, he lost his temper with me: "You can get the first place in the class in the graduation exam like this, and I, I will run around the yard three times!" " At that time, I was so angry that I thought my father looked down on me too much. I must prove it to him!

maybe he used his provocation just right! I have been encouraging myself to study hard with this harsh sentence. Finally, as expected, everything comes to him who waits, and I finally got the first grade in Chinese in my class. My father is also happy for me, because in the whole village, my classmates in the graduation exam are the highest, and he naturally has face. However, I never forgave him.

Maybe my father's love is like a lilac, which is light and long. Only with the passage of time can we gradually taste the profound rhyme contained in that faint fragrance. It was not until one day that I understood his good intentions.

it was drizzling that day, and everything seemed so peaceful and quiet. I walked to the back room with a cup of boiled water and medicine. Because my father was caught in the rain last night, he has a high fever today and is resting in bed. I went to my father's side and handed him water and medicine. He took it and put it aside. He said to me solemnly, "Do you still blame me?" I answered insincerely: "No ... No!" My father said to me again, "I know you have been stubborn since you were a child, and no one can stop you from doing what you want." "I ... I ... Dad, stop it!" I don't know where my tears came from, and I plunged into his arms and cried. For the first time in my life, I cried like this in my father's arms, and the resentment in my heart was thrown out of the clouds.

it's been a long time, but the buried shadow is still there. All along, I have been regretting my ignorance. I regret why I was so naive and didn't know my father's love for me.

I learned a lot gradually. It turns out that a true love needs no words to express. All along, I don't understand why my father loves me so much. Why don't you pay much attention to your brother? Until today, I realized that he had always believed that the flower of life he had carefully cultivated would bloom with brilliance, even if it was so weak, he felt extremely gratified.

a person who loves his daughter but never confides in words, a person who does not expect her to forgive him as long as her daughter gets good grades, and a person who melts her frozen feelings for many years with a few simple words. This man is the father, the father in my heart. My father's composition 5

Some people say that home is a harbor of life and a warm destination, but for me, home is not so nostalgic. When I come home on weekends, I sometimes feel like a poet, because my relationship with my father is not so harmonious, and sometimes it is very stiff. Even when we have dinner together at home, our father and son sit face to face without saying a word. Sometimes I really want to break this embarrassing situation, but when I look up, I always see my father pulling his face and being silent. In the eyes of others, there is a deep generation gap between our father and son.

On Friday, Zunyi Sports School came to our school to recruit students.