Thinking of writing: The theme of this article is "Father", and we should express our deep feelings and understanding for our father. First of all, we can describe the image characteristics of the father and his small performance in life, and describe the image characteristics of the father in depth. Then by expounding some important or warm moments spent together in the past, such as the hard work of the father, the education of the children, the commitment of the family and so on. It depicts the deep and selfless love of my father. Finally, with gratitude to my father, I describe my deep love and nostalgia for my father and my expectation of spending time with my father in the future, which makes the full text full of deep feelings. Let's share three "father" compositions for your reference?

"Father" Composition 1

It is another Mid-Autumn Festival. How is your father who works in a foreign land? "I hope that people will live for a long time and have a good scenery for thousands of miles." When I read this poem, I remembered the Mid-Autumn Festival the year before last. ...

It was a poor and lonely night. It was supposed to be a night full of laughter, but in my opinion, what a scoundrel it was. I walked out of the teacher's house alone, and there was a chill behind me. Suddenly, a ray of light stung my eyes. I skillfully opened the car, pushed it up and left.

Dare not neglect along the way. I kept on walking and soon entered the no-light area. I'm a little nervous. At this moment, I found that someone seemed to be following me behind me. It wasn't an accident, was it? Dad won't take me home for a reunion dinner, will he? Don't! Don't! He will never come. I rode forward desperately, and a faint familiar smell-the smell of moon cakes-came to my nose.

I glanced back from the corner of my eye and found the figure slowly accompanying me. Gangs? Rogue? Bad guys? . "Forget it, let it go home first." I mumbled. On the way, the picture reappeared in my mind. I couldn't help looking back, but I tripped over a stump. "ouch!" "I screamed." Are you okay? ""dad! "Several questions popped into my mind." Why are you here? "

Dad has no time to go out early and come back late every day! Moreover, he often says, "You go home by yourself every day. How old are you? You have no independence. Look at other people's good grades, don't worry about your parents. What about you? It really breaks my heart! " . Thinking of these, I am even more puzzled.

"Silly daughter! As long as dad is at home at night, he will pick you up. I think you are a good boy with strong self-care ability! " Dad's words shocked me! I always thought he was a cold-blooded animal, but I didn't expect ... I looked at my father in surprise. In the autumn wind, his original tall and straight waist was bent by the heavy negative pressure of his family. My heart was hot and I threw myself into my father's generous arms with lightning speed. My father said in a panic, "I'm back. Come on, let's go home for the Mid-Autumn Festival and have a reunion dinner! " "hmm!"

My father took my little hand. At that moment, I saw my father's oak-skinned hand full of vicissitudes of life and tears streaming down his face. In the crystal tears, I clearly saw the mottled hair and wrinkled face on my father's head!

At that moment, I understood: "Father, that big mountain behind me!" " "

"Father" Composition 2

Whenever I have a birthday, my father always gives me a small gift to add to the birthday atmosphere. My father's birthday is in a few days. What gift should I prepare for him? I thought about it and wrote a short article as a gift for my father.

If you ask me if I want to be a teacher when I grow up, no, I won't, because being a teacher is too hard, and I have learned it from my father.

Teachers are really hard to be! In our family, my father gets up the earliest and goes to bed the latest every day. My father is a Chinese teacher and head teacher of junior high school in Beijing Electronic School. Every morning when my mother and I are still washing, I hear my father pack up and go out. My mother always said to him: eat something before you go. But my dad said: I won't eat if there is something in class. In this way, my father often goes to work on an empty stomach.

Every afternoon when I come home from school, my mother is busy cooking. When the meal was ready and Dad didn't come back, we had to wait at home, left and right, and dad couldn't come in until the food was cold. He often chats with his classmates or corrects his homework.

The night is already deep. My mother and I lay in bed early. Only father is still correcting homework under the light. I fell asleep unconsciously. Suddenly, the stool on which my father sat rang and woke me up. Why is my father still correcting homework? I did not interrupt him, but looked at his father's face. He seems sleepy. He held his head in his hand, patted his forehead from time to time, and looked up at the wall as if thinking about something. Staying up late is my father's daily routine.

Father has nothing to do with the weekend. During these two days, he always called the students to our home to help them with their homework. He sits for hours at a time. Sometimes he promised me to go shopping with my mother, but he broke his promise several times, which made us very unhappy.

Because my father works hard, has a sense of responsibility, loves students and attends classes well, so students like him, parents are satisfied, and school leaders and teachers speak highly of his father. This is the father who only cares about students and is a teacher.

"Father" Composition III

My father is plain, with big bloodshot eyes, a high nose and a beard. Father shaves his beard in front of the mirror every two or three days, but the beard is considered as "since God has given talents, let them find jobs!" " Therefore, "the razor can't be shaved, and the years make him grow longer."

My father is very interesting. Once our three brothers or mothers encounter unhappy things, as long as our father comes forward, it will roll with the punches and roll with the punches. But my father can be fierce sometimes. I remember once, I got 89 points in math. My mother said I was really careless. I was fined 95 points, and I cried sadly. Just then my father came back, saw me crying and said, "Oh, it's sunny outside and the sky is clear." Why is it raining cats and dogs at home? Is the house leaking? " I have to go up and have a look. "As soon as my father's words fell, I smiled through tears. Father pretended to be inexplicable and said, "I haven't seen it yet!" "The rain has stopped, how fast it has stopped!" I laughed even harder when I heard this, and I forgot what I was sad about.

This is my father's funny side, but there is also an angry side.

I remember that time, I was doing my homework, and the laughter outside reached my ears. It must be the laughter of friends playing games. My heart itches, and I want to finish my homework quickly and play with them. So, I quickly did my homework, and my handwriting was like a ghost hitting the wall, and I didn't pay attention to it. In a short time, the homework was finished. I was about to rush out of the house when my father said I would check my homework, so I gave it to my father. Unexpectedly, my father was furious when he read my homework: "What is written here? It was staggered, I slept or was blown down by the wind, so I wrote it again. " Then, with a bang, the pages parted. Then my father wrote several model essays for me to imitate him. I went to the window again and buried myself in my homework. It seems that I have to "listen to things outside the window and concentrate on reading sage books"!

This is my father, one in a million, and I love my good father.