Love my father composition 1 I love my father. Dad is of medium height. Although his eyes are small, he is full of energy. His strong and broad shoulders are my happy harbor. It can be said that I grew up on my father's shoulders when I was a child. I sit on my father's shoulder in kindergarten and on my father's shoulder in the upper reaches of Beijing? Visit Shanghai. At that time, as long as you sit on this strong and broad shoulder, you will feel at ease. Now, I have grown up and can no longer sit on my father's shoulder, but I can still feel my father's care for me everywhere. I accidentally broke my arm when I was a child, which made me unable to sleep. Dad carried me around night after night. One morning, I was awakened by pain and was about to call my father. Suddenly, I found my father asleep beside me. Dad was so tired that I couldn't bear to wake him up. At this time, my father woke up and his eyes were bloodshot. He said to me, "Good morning, good morning. Are you up?" I'll get you something to eat. "Say that finish, rubbed his eyes with the hand and went to the kitchen. Although it was painful because of the fracture, my father's meticulous care made me very happy. I like playing table tennis very much. I have been playing table tennis for six years. I have to get up early to practice every morning. Rain or shine, my father will pick me up. Unfortunately, I didn't get a good ranking before the sixth grade. Once, on my way to pick me up, I said to my father, "It's hard for you to drive me home every day. I don't live up to expectations." I never got good grades, otherwise, I wouldn't play. "Dad said," It doesn't matter, as long as you work hard and don't get the ranking, you should exercise. "After listening to my father's words, I was moved to tears. I played more seriously after that. Finally, he won the second place in the men's team in this primary school table tennis competition in Taiyuan. When I got the certificate, I remembered a lyric: "There are half of me and half of you on the military medal. "I owe all my achievements to my father! On my growing road, my father gave me a lot of care and care. I love my father, and his broad shoulders will always be my happy harbor.
My father is a simple farmer. All his life, he only knew how to associate with loess and make friends with it. The rustic and sweaty smell filled his whole body.
However, I love my father. Every time I enter the village, I see him squatting in front of the door with a hookah. I can't express my love and respect for my father, but I can only call him "Dad" deeply. A little smile appeared on my father's face, which was an answer. He moved, squatted down and stared at the distance, "pattering, pattering".
My father pinned all his hopes on me. Every time I see my son carrying a schoolbag and carrying a textbook home, his wrinkled face is full of smiles. Once, as soon as I entered the room, I saw my father "appreciating" my homework seriously, even though he didn't know a word.
In middle school, both brothers married their daughters-in-law, and life at home was even more miserable. My father knew I was going to study in the city, so he went to the city and bought me a suit. He asked me to try it on as soon as he came in. The rough hand took my hand, dressed me, buttoned my button and adjusted my collar. ...
My eyes are wet and I know that this money is hard to come by. Looking at my father's simple and honest face, my mouth twitched for a long time and didn't spit out a word.
Father seemed to laugh, but he took out his hookah and slapped it a few times and said, "Put it on, Eva. Dad is short of money and his clothes are not good. Don't make people laugh when you go to town. Study hard! "
Father often comes to school, and when he sees his patched clothes, he is inexpressibly sad. The father looked at his son and seemed to have a lot to say. Finally, he just said, "Dad is here again." He unbuttoned his button, took out a wallet sewn with coarse cloth from the depths of his pocket, took out some paper money from it and handed it to me, then told me to hurry back to the classroom.
Looking at my father's distant back, tears moistened my eyes again. I seem to see my father shouting at the cow and struggling to plow the field on the mountain; I saw my father sweating like rain, waving a sickle and cutting wheat; I saw my father squatting in front of the door, staring into the distance ... my father is getting farther and farther away from me, but his tall figure has been in front of me.
After the holiday, as soon as I entered the door, my father picked up my award and looked around, smoking a cigarette pot happily. He carefully inserted it in the middle of the wall and squatted in front to enjoy it. Although there was no fire in the ashtray, he kept smoking.
My father loves me. My father is always the quietest one in the family. He doesn't gossip about me every day like his mother, and he doesn't always bicker with me like his brother. He always works quietly, eats quietly, and even walks quietly. This weak father.
In my childhood memory, my father was always on a business trip. Although he will bring me toys and snacks every time he comes back, I will also run to him when I am spoiled. At that time, he just touched my head and felt a dull pain.
As I grow older, I am a girl and my feelings for him are getting weaker and weaker.
I usually go to school by bike. That day, it was raining outside, and I was worried: it's not convenient to take a bus, so let's walk. I'm definitely going to be late for school. But now there is no other way but to run. Of course, clothes and shoes will definitely get wet.
Downstairs, I saw a familiar and unfamiliar car parked in front of the unit building. The window pane rolled down, revealing my father's slightly tired face. He kept silent and just looked at me. I just realized that he was going to drive me to school.
My father's car is warm, but there is no smell that makes me sick. The window glass slightly away from me is open, so fresh air can come in and the rain won't hit me. Father said, "I opened some windows, so you won't get carsick." Rain shouldn't fall on you, should it? "I nodded. Father remembers that I get carsick easily.
Father was silent again, and at that time I had nothing to say with him. The car runs smoothly on the road. I looked out of the window and thought casually: Dad never goes to work so early. Must he get up early today to see me off? I know he worked late last night, and now he should be very tired. My eyes turned to his broad hands. I have been driving for more than ten years, but I am so cautious. I saw his eyes in the rearview mirror again. He stared at the road in front of the car seriously, and now there are two slightly black circles around his eyes. My father's back is as wide as I remember, but not so straight. There is light music in the car, just like my father.
The car stopped at the school gate smoothly. The cold air outside made me tremble, but there was a warm voice inside: I have a faint father who loves me deeply.
Love my father's composition 4 As the saying goes, "Father loves mountains and maternal love is like the sea." This sentence can be understood literally. Compared with broad maternal love, fatherly love is like a broad and lofty mountain.
My father is an ordinary man. He is of medium height and a little fat. Because of ankylosing spondylitis, his waist is bent a lot at the age when he shouldn't stoop. It is such an ordinary person that has brought me infinite touch. ...
My father is forty-one years old this year, but sometimes, like an urchin, he often does something that makes me laugh: once, I bought a new slingshot, and when my father saw it, his eyes lit up like a treasure. In this way, my slingshot was requisitioned by him. I want to cry too! My father often puts a slingshot in the car. Every time he drives out to play or goes back to his relatives in the countryside, he always takes it down and watches it for a long time. He always swears, "Look, I will prepare some games for you. I played the slingshot very well when I was young! " That funny look makes me giggle for a while every time I think about it. Sometimes, when he watches me play games, he always enjoys it. When he is excited, he can't help pointing it out to me! (Although always bossing around. )
My father and I have formed a close "front" (actually a grasshopper tied to a rope). When I make any mistakes or make my mother unhappy, my father always intercedes with my mother for me. Of course, if I annoy the "friendly army" in front of me, he will unite with the "enemy army" to "punish me". Alas, people's hearts! But when his mother is not at home, he can't help cooking. Although he keeps saying that he is bored, he always cooks by himself and brings it to me in a bowl. There are still many topics between my father and me. We are as close as friends. But my father's unit is very busy and often goes to the countryside to help the poor. Sometimes, he will come home very late. According to his mother, my father always comes to my room every night to see if I am asleep. ...
Relaxation but not indulgence is the way my father taught me. My father has given me deep love in my life. He is both my father and my friend. I love my father!
He likes my father's face. He has big ears, bushy eyebrows and shiny black eyes. In the middle of a shiny black hair, you can see the traces of time-a few white hairs. He is my father ―― a man from Shuai Shuai who is good at thinking and loves sports. Sometimes he is calm, sometimes he is serious, and sometimes he is humorous, which makes me laugh to the ground. He brings me a lot of happiness and I love him very much.
My father is a responsible person. I remember once, my father and mother quarreled, and my father always made my mother angry. I'd better not make my mother happy, haha! What about me? His hand with traces of time always leads me forward, advancing and growing together with * * *.
Dad is very busy at work and often works overtime until late at night. Once I went out to go to the toilet in the middle of the night and saw that it was 1. My father was still busy typing and working hard. Slowly, Shuai Shuai's father also had some dark circles under his eyes. Even so, dad is always not afraid of hard work. A few times, my mother and I forgot something and needed my father's help. My father always tries his best to help us solve problems without delaying our work. My father's dribs and drabs are examples for me and my mother to learn from.
Another time I was sick, very ill. As soon as my father saw that I was ill, he immediately got dressed and walked from the sixth floor to the first floor in one breath. Then I rushed to the car in three steps and started to rush to the hospital. My face was full of worries and kept asking me: What happened to my son? How's the son? I must stick to it ... Afterwards, my father told me that I am the crystallization of my parents' love and my life is their inheritance. Although taking care of me is sometimes a little tired, he said he was tired and happy.
In a word, Dad is unique, lovely, responsible and meticulous. He is an example for me to learn, a lovely companion and a serious teacher. I love my father, thank you for your love!
Love my father composition 6 "Flowers" A heavy rain fell from the sky, and the cold rain hit the ground mercilessly, and my thoughts involuntarily turned from the classroom to the window. The leaves were hit by the cruel rainstorm, and a lot of water had accumulated on the uneven ground, which made me a little worried.
Sure enough, I left my umbrella at home.
The bell after school pierced the black night curtain and the storm. Walking to the school gate, I was slightly disappointed to see my classmates being picked up by their parents. Looking at this familiar and unfamiliar road, I had to sprint home in the rain. I just ran halfway, looked up into the distance and saw a familiar figure. The heavy rain blurred my vision. I saw the man running in a hurry and gave me an umbrella. Oh! It was my dad. My father put his arm around my shoulder and panted, "It's a good thing I caught up. Why didn't you bring an umbrella in the morning? " Look, it's raining. You know how accurate my prediction is. "I spat out my tongue at my father, and a sweet smile appeared on his wrinkled face. My father's big hand holding my shoulder is as warm as sunshine and seeps into my heart. The big umbrella in my father's other hand is always tilted. It turns out that fatherly love can be so delicate.
On the way home, my father and I didn't say much, just walked silently. The oncoming rain didn't "attack" me, but my father's body was much wet. Father has been like this, silent, as if thinking about something. Is he too tired, too self-blaming, or is he worried about something? After all, I can't guess, perhaps, only silently accompanying him is the best choice.
It is said that the father's love is like a mountain, often deep and severe, but the father's love can also be gentle and delicate, taking good care of the children. Maybe it's just the warmth in the heavy rain, maybe it's just an oblique umbrella, but it's enough to prove that pure and beautiful love.
The sound of rain is still the same, and there is a trace of warmth in the dark rain curtain.
Love my father composition 7 Mom and Dad are my relatives and my best friends.
It rained heavily on a cold night in autumn. My father and I ate at my grandfather's house and forgot to bring an umbrella. Grandpa gave us an umbrella, but it was too small to cover only one person. My father and I were walking on a narrow path, and my father gave me a whole umbrella. A cool breeze blew on my face, and I trembled all over, sneezing and saying, "It's so cold!" " . Dad said, "Are you all right? Don't catch a cold. " Take off your coat and put it on for me. I felt a warm current flowing all over my body, and countless raindrops hit my father. When I got home, I saw my father getting wet in the rain. My eyes got wet when I didn't pay attention to taking cold medicine.
Whenever I am sick, my mother takes time off to take care of me. I caught a cold again once. After taking the medicine for three days, the high fever never subsided, but the temperature rose to 39.4 degrees. My mother was anxious and wanted to take me to the hospital for an injection, but I was afraid that my mother had no choice but to take my hot hand to the hospital. I just wouldn't go in at the door, and my mother comforted me for a long time before I went in. I cried when I pricked the needle. My mother said, "Don't be afraid, ants bite." I have a needle. In the past few days, my mother has taken good care of me and my condition has improved.
What worries me most is that my right index finger and middle finger are integrated at birth, which is shorter than others. My parents worry about this all day. When I was five years old, we went to Beijing and found an expert. The authoritative expert said, "We can't make further observation until the child is older." But my mother was still worried and went to Yankuang Hospital. But when I was 9 years old, Dr. Chen (an orthopedic doctor) said, "If you want to be cured, you can finish primary school, cut the middle bone with a knife, or at least clip a pen and let it grow by itself. In a few years, you will see the results. " Mom and dad discussed it and decided to have surgery after primary school. Mom said, "When I was a child, I was afraid that you couldn't stand this crime, so I decided to finish primary school!" " "I'm so scared. I hope time passes slowly.
Mom and dad really worked hard for me. My parents are like fiery red. The sun, I am like the grass of the earth. They warm me, and I thrive on their chests. My parents are like high peaks, and I am like a small tree behind them, sheltering me from the wind and rain. I laughed and laughed behind their backs!
Love my father composition 8 If my mother is an angel, then my father is God; If maternal love is delicate, then paternal love is great; If a mother's love is as gentle as a river, a father's love is as firm as a mountain.
The same is true of my father, who silently cares for me with his heartfelt love and makes me grow up healthily.
One winter afternoon, my father took me to the bathroom to take a bath. At that time, I was very young and naughty, and I always liked to jump when I walked. But the bathroom floor is slippery, so I have to avoid slipping even if I walk normally, not to mention me. So, just as I was jumping happily, my foot suddenly slipped, I planted forward, my head suddenly hit the hard ground, and blood gurgled out. My father was startled when I cried out in pain, but he immediately calmed down, lifted me up with his hands, covered the wound on his head with a towel, dressed in a hurry, and carried me straight to the hospital. I don't know why I forgot to cry in my father's arms. I just feel that my father's arms are so warm. I just feel my father's heart beating violently. I just felt a warm current flowing all over my body ... When I arrived at the hospital, my usually polite father suddenly squeezed through the crowd and went straight to the emergency room. As he hurried, he whispered to me, "You are a little man. A person should be strong and will arrive soon. You have to cooperate with the doctor! " I nodded my head.
I was startled when the doctor said that he would sew up the wound on his head, but I remembered my father's words and stood up. My father said to me, "Don't be afraid, I have my father to protect you." I nodded confidently. I just looked at my father silently when the doctor sewed up the wound for me. He licked my cold feet with both hands. My feet are getting hotter and hotter, but my father's mouth is purple with cold because he is only wearing thin clothes. He stared at the doctor's hand and looked at me with encouraging eyes. The last stitch was finally sewn, but there were crystal beads of sweat on my father's head. Seeing this, I couldn't hold back any longer. Tears flowed to my mouth, warm as my father's arms. ...
I love my father just as my father loves me.
Love my dad's life, don't ask too many questions, just make it clear.
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This is a famous saying of my father. My father lived half his life, with a pile of fluffy hair covering his black face, fingers like dry wood, and stiff skin, some of which were unbearable to witness. This is my father, who has never done anything illegal in his life. He always said to me, "It's good to be clean all your life."
His indifference to money
Once, on my way home from the market. The sunset is like blood, the branches lengthen the shadows, the birds stop singing, and my father hurried home. On the way, my father and I talked and laughed. Suddenly, I saw a leather bag and picked it up. There was a lot of money in it. I was very happy when I saw the money. But my father was silent for a while with his wallet. Finally, he chose to give up, found a way, and finally gave it to his master. I see, father. He never forgets to collect money. His spirit inspired me deeply.
He would rather fail himself than him.
My father was laid off then. I often advise him to rest, but he just won't listen. When I was working in Tanaka, I fell ill unexpectedly and was forced to borrow money. It was a snowy day when my father went to borrow money. At that time, there were snowflakes like goose feathers in the air, and the blood was more than a foot deep. My father found a rich family in this world of white clothes. That day, the rich man was very happy and lent it to his father readily, and promised not to pay it back. My father left with dark clouds on his face. The next day, the rich man's yard was cleaned, and only when asked did he know that it was all done by his father. So he knew how to respect his father and wrote him an iou.
He cherishes his personality.
Father never pays attention to dressing up, he is very simple. Neighbors think my family is poor and can't live a good life. So my father went out to work. Once my father came back from work with several ancient porcelain bowls in his hand, which were very delicate and beautiful. The neighbors all came to see it. But a man who was jealous of my father said it was stolen. At that time, my father was anxious and punched the busybody in the face. Later, my father fought with him, and those bowls were also broken by the busybodies. Father completely lost his mind and fought with him. I asked my father, "It was a good thing, but I lost my wife and soldiers. Why bother? " My father gave me a slap in the face. My father's anger made me understand everything.
Father, I really appreciate that I have been clean all my life.
Love my dad composition 10 dad, a very sensitive word for me, I don't want to mention it, and I'm too lazy to mention it.
However, that night, when I first saw my father crying, I changed my mind.
I am a rebellious child. I never listen to my parents and even beat my father. But never made a big mistake.
1 1 o'clock, the TV speakers are still working tirelessly, and I am watching with relish. Father suddenly came out of the room and shouted, "Turn off the TV and go to bed." I ignored my father's words. As soon as he looked, a loud slap hit me in the face. I resisted the pain and still ignored my father. My father gave me a present and a slap. I can't take it anymore. I was about to raise my hand to fight back, but I thought to myself, after all, he is my father. I can't go too far. I put down my raised hand again.
I pointed to my father and said, "Try again." Father's thin palm didn't lift again. Back in the house, he said sternly, "I've had enough." I stared at my father with tears in my eyes. Suddenly I feel too unfilial.
I walked to the front of the TV, gently turned off the TV and went back to sleep.
But how can I sleep? I also cried and said silently, "Dad, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry." But I didn't have the courage to tell my father.
It turns out that my father has been tolerating my willfulness and my licentiousness. I didn't repent, but I got worse. How should I face my father in the future?
It turns out that my father has always loved me.
When I asked my father for money to buy snacks, why didn't he give me money? He is afraid that I will eat something bad.
I told my father to go out to play. Why did he allow me to go out only after he found out? He was afraid that something would happen to me.
Why didn't my father lecture me when I spoke loudly? He was afraid that I would get hurt again.
When I told my father that I wanted a pet, why didn't he let me have it? He is worried that I will get sick.
He loves me.
Dad, my daughter will never make you angry again. I will treat you well.
Now, the word father is no longer strange, but full of kindness.