In normal study, work or life, everyone will inevitably come into contact with composition. With the help of composition, people can reflect objective things, express thoughts and feelings, and transmit knowledge and information. How to write a thoughtful and literary composition? The following is a paternal love composition collected by Bian Xiao. Welcome to share.

Fatherly love composition 1

Dad is a very gentle person. Because my mother works in other places, my father arranges my diet and daily life. He has been very busy recently, taking my grandparents to take care of me.

As long as I can remember, my father's big hand held me and taught me to walk. When I was a little older, I often climbed on my father's shoulders to play and leaned on his knees to listen to his fairy tales. I'm in primary school now, especially in winter morning, and I don't want to climb out of the warm bed. Dad picks me up and is always called: lazy pig, happy baby.

That year, I was in the first grade of primary school. At night 12 o'clock, I had a high fever, my whole body trembled and my teeth rattled. My father began to touch my forehead and brought me antipyretic, but I couldn't get it back. That night, only my father was there, and my father was very anxious. With tears in his eyes, he kept comforting me and preparing to go to the hospital. In the morning 1, my father carried me four miles to the emergency department of the county hospital, gave me a lift of water, and the fever soon came down. I slept peacefully, but my father was tossed around all night, and I was hospitalized the next day.

But when I do something wrong, my dad's eyes let me know how to correct it. Naughty me, will also bring trouble to my father. Once, in summer, when my father was at work, I finished my homework ahead of time. According to the paper-cutting art book my father bought me, I cut it very boring. I cut a big hole in the window screen. Dad saw it when he came back from work, but he simply said to me, be careful not to do similar stupid things in the future.

Dad gave me a feeling like the sky, wide enough for me to fly freely; Dad gave me the feeling of the earth, so wide that I could snuggle up safely.

Some small things in life reflect my father's love for me! The end reaches a climax!

Fatherly love composition 2

What we often ignore, the more common he is-"fatherly love". Father loves mountains and is silent and steady.

In the second grade of primary school, on the first day of school, I excitedly put my schoolbag in my father's bicycle rack. Father waved when he came out and looked at the road outside the hospital with his eyes. I probably understand my father's meaning, and my heart is very complicated. I looked at the road and couldn't help walking towards it. I looked back at my father, and then I affirmed his meaning: walk to school by myself! I walked on the way to school with heavy steps, and the word "lost" hung on my face all the time, and I still couldn't get rid of it. I thought a lot of questions along the way: doesn't dad love me? Am I not his own flesh and blood? Why did you let me come to school alone? Why? This is why I came to school unconsciously and looked at other students with envious eyes, which made me not want to go to school. I wonder why. I still walked into the school, and the teacher stood at the door of the class, smiling at every classmate and parent. I sat in my seat, and the way my father waved could not disappear in my mind. At this time, I heard the teacher call my name and said, "It's good to develop the habit of independence from an early age." I look embarrassed, too.

This time, I forgave my father.

Seven years later, I feel that my father doesn't love me again. A while ago, my dad paid more money and the shop was busy. I was forgotten. I lay in bed, expecting a painful and happy thing. The next day, I got what I wanted ―― I had a high fever. My father hurried to the hospital behind my back in the morning. There was no car along the way, just like a dream, but I felt that my father was so practical and hardworking. I think this figure is not only a home, but also a responsibility, and I feel happy. After the fever, my father cared more about me, and I was no longer forgotten.

Father's love is like a mountain, always silent, steady and deep. Fatherly love is a great power. I finally understand fatherly love and my father.

Fatherly love composition 3

In my impression, my father is always very strict. He always looks at me with those stern eyes behind my back. No matter what I do, as long as I don't do it well, I will always get a scolding.

I don't understand that what I have done is the best I can do, but I will never get a compliment from him.

This is still the case today.

I came home late, because of school, my father said I couldn't come home at six o'clock at the latest, but today, I came home ten minutes late. It was already dark when I got home, so I chatted with my classmates on my way home.

My classmate smiled and said to me, "You don't usually come home so late. Will your father scold you for coming home so late today? "

I thought about it and said, "I don't think so. After all, it is because of the school. " Although I thought so in my heart, when I got home, I knew it was not as simple as I thought. When I got home, I saw my father's stern face again.

Dad carried me behind his back, and the veins stood out on his hands. I can see that dad is very angry.

"Why did you come home so late?" There is no emotion in dad's tone.

I was a little scared, but I replied, "Because the teacher asked me to come back late with the blackboard newspaper." In fact, the teacher called me back at 5: 30, but I was playful and thought that as long as I used the teacher as a shield, my father would not scold me, but I was wrong, all wet. "Did I tell you that you can't come back after six o'clock under any circumstances, and you are not allowed to eat tonight?" Say that finish, my father came into the house, leaving me alone outside, and my tears could not help but flow down. "Why?" I just got home a little late! Why punish me! I have nothing to do with you! " At that moment, my tears burst and I couldn't help but keep flowing. I don't know, my dad didn't eat, and he kept watching me from the window.

After a while, my tears seemed to have dried up, and I couldn't flow any more. I just sobbed quietly.

"Come on in." I suddenly heard a voice say to me, I looked up at that stern face, his eyes were bloodshot and there were strands of white hair on his temples. I have never looked at my father carefully. In my impression, my father's appearance only exists in the words of majesty and severity. At that moment, I suddenly felt that my father was much older. At this moment, I seemed to suddenly understand my father's meaning, and tears flowed down again. This time, actually.

Father's love composition article 4

As always, my father accompanied me for more than ten years and gave me warmth, but I never understood his strictness to me, let alone the hidden love.

I have always kept in mind the wise saying "Father loves mountains" since I was a child, but when I compare my father's words and deeds with them, I just feel puzzled. My father was strict with me since I was a child. As long as I can remember, I have to give him the test paper at the first time for every exam. His brow will relax when I get full marks. When I lose and feel depressed, he will frown and scold me. Under the relentless scolding of the closest person, my depressed mood is even colder. I don't understand the injustice and even despair in my heart. I don't understand why my dearest father should be like this when I need comfort most. I don't understand.

Winter vacation, a holiday that should be enjoyable, is covered with a layer of cold gray under the pressure of the senior high school entrance examination. I finally decided to study in Beijing, instead of going home to visit relatives and walking around the streets with my father, so I crossed my heart to find my father who was resting in the living room. Explain why. I've kept a low profile. After expressing my thoughts, I looked up at my father. At this glance, my father frowned, his lips were tight, his lips were blue and white, but he seemed unfocused and absent-minded-this was a silence. I was silent for a long time, my legs were a little sore and my head was always low. After hearing his father take a deep breath, his father stood up: "How about standing tired?"? Sit down first. " Then he went into the kitchen. I was only surprised. After sitting for a while, there was a deep exclamation in the kitchen. I don't know what happened to my father. I asked, "What's the matter, Dad?" "Nothing." Father answered lightly. When my father came out, I saw him carrying a plate of fruit, arranged crystal clear. My father put it on the table, but I saw the band-aid in my father's hand. My heart moved, shocked and moved. Father spoke at this moment: "Since you don't go back, I will accompany you in Beijing." My father's understatement shocked me. I naturally understand why my father has such expectations for returning to his hometown. It's "reunion" There is my father's hometown, my father's root! Father is busy at work on weekdays, but now he has given up the only chance to go back to his hometown to feel the nostalgia and see his mother! He easily gave up the opportunity for a word from me! There seems to be something broken with a bang in my heart. I remember my father was in good spirits every time he talked to his hometown on the phone. I have never seen that kind of excited expression at other times. But now I think I have read something.

My father looked at me and touched my head with a smile: "My son has grown up and knows how to work hard. What can I say? " Say that finish, father stood up and walked out of the room. I looked at my father's low back and knew in my heart that I understood his love, which was deeply hidden, and always contained my willfulness and expected me to achieve good results. It has been helping me to think about what I have done in the past ten years. In my heart, there is only regret, guilt and gratitude. But what can I do in return? Only study harder to return this love.

That's the way it is in the world. We always don't understand something that is important to us. Once we do this, it brings us guilt, emotion and inner regret.

Yes, I see. Fatherly love is like a mountain, deep and great.

Father's love composition article 5

Around us, there are things that pass by every day, which may seem ordinary, perhaps the things themselves are shocking, and some will make people cry and touch their hearts.

In a thrilling event, I feel that fatherly love is so great and so shocking.

That day, Xin Wei's sister was going home, and we reluctantly said goodbye. But when I heard that she would come to see me again, I was so excited that I sent them all the way.

In the car, everyone talked to each other, laughing and laughing, and the atmosphere was festive. My second uncle and my second sister sat in the front, and my fathers and I sat in the back. Because dad and the driver are colleagues, the driver couldn't help but turn around and say a few words, and then talked about many interesting things.

Now think about it, if the driver concentrated on driving, we wouldn't have experienced such an unforgettable and painful car accident.

At that time, everyone was talking excitedly, but I lost my mind when I heard a bang. When I woke up, I was only four years old. I looked at my mother's panicked face, my second aunt who was excited and frightened, my father who was sitting on the ground with a dull expression, and the driver's uncle's mouth full of blood-fear, panic, pain and swarming. I couldn't help crying. I vaguely remember an uncle carrying me out. I saw broken glass everywhere on the ground, surrounded by people talking about it.

In this accident, both my uncle and the driver were admitted to the hospital, and the back of my father's hand was cracked. Everyone goes to the hospital to visit them every day.

I still vaguely remember that at the moment of the car accident, it was my second uncle who helped my sister's body with his generous body at the first time, just like that moment was engraved in my heart, as if it were eternal, forever fixed in my memory and never forgotten.

At that moment, when I think about it now, I can still feel the earth-shattering great fatherly love. From that moment to now, my eyes are still so real, as if at your fingertips. Father's love is so rich and mellow, and at that moment, my sister didn't get much hurt.

Fatherly love is a breeze that blows into the mist that permeates the road: like a band-aid, it is an umbrella that covers the raindrops that pass over your face-always encouraging you with your eyes when you are most lonely; When I am most sad, I always comfort my soul with words; In your most painful time, comfort all your pains with warmth. Sometimes, you may be beaten and trained, but can you find the crumbling tears hidden in your red eyes, full of angry cheeks, and that touching sadness? You can't see it.

At that moment, all my uncle's love for sister Xin Wei poured out. The act of sacrificing herself to protect her daughter and the moment when her huge body protected her sister's body became that eternal love.

Father's love composition article 6

Father's love is as pure as spring water; Father's love is as lofty as a mountain; Fatherly love is as broad as a road. -inscription

Many people praise maternal love. "Motherly love is the greatest power in the world." But, you know what? Fatherly love is equally great. Father's love is also an indelible memory of childhood.

Father's Day is coming, and I'm planning what gift to give my father. Suddenly, I remembered my father's usual care for me.

It was an evening and my father and I went for a walk in the square. Walking on the path in the square, my father told me the story of the ancient battlefield (I like fighting very much). At this time, I really admire my father and know so much knowledge. I wonder how he learned it when he was a child. Unconsciously, the sun father-in-law erased the last sunset glow, and then the stars and the moon lit up the lights for the night. Dad looked at his watch. It's past nine. Patted me gently and said, "Daughter, it's getting late. Let's go home! " ""all right! " I readily agreed.

On the way home, my father-in-law played a big drum and my sister's lightning appeared in the sky. The wind blew so fast that it seemed to deliberately block my way home. It is going to rain soon! I can't help wrapping up my clothes. But this move was soon discovered by the careful father. He leaned down and asked me with concern, "Daughter! Why, is it cold? " "hmm." I answered softly. "Well," dad said, "come on, daughter! Put on dad's clothes! " At that time, because I was young and didn't know so much, I brought my father's clothes and put them on. Suddenly, I felt very warm and thought-ha, it's good to have my father around! Give me clothes to wear when it's cold! It didn't rain, but the wind was getting stronger. Warm by my father, I continued to walk home with my father, humming a happy song. When I got home, I found nothing. But the next day, dad caught a cold. Looking back on the scene at that time, it's ridiculous how naive I was! Father's love is the flame that warms my heart.

At home, father's love is everywhere. I remember one time, I got a mark in the Chinese exam, and when I came back, I was very depressed and began to doubt my ability. In the evening, after I finished my homework, my father pulled me aside and whispered to me, "Daughter, what happened today?" So unhappy? ""I, I got a score in the Chinese exam, "I replied softly. Say, pass the paper to dad. Dad looked at the paper and said to me, "Look, daughter, the main reason for this paper is that the theme of your composition is wrong, and 12 points have been deducted." "Besides, it's not your fault, but the questions on the paper are not clearly written. The rest, basics, reading, you have done very well! Only deducted points! In other words, if you don't deduct points from your composition, then you can take the exam! " After hearing what dad said, I feel much better. Yes, the score is not important, as long as you try your best, it doesn't matter. So I put my arms around my father's neck and gave him a good kiss. Father's love is the drum that inspires me to move forward.

Dad is very concerned about my eyesight and health. Every time I do my homework, he always sets his watch carefully and gives me a rest every half hour. He gave me ways to protect my eyes, taught me to roll my eyes, and bought the book "It is better to ask for a doctor than to ask for someone". Find me a regimen from this book. I hope my body will be healthier. Then, he played some sports games with me, such as push-ups and sports knowledge contests, which greatly improved my "health index" and gave me a deeper understanding of sports. Then, he accompanied me to lie on the windowsill and look into the distance. Then take the opportunity to tell me something about ancient times. His humorous language tugged at my heart and made me feel my father's love. In this way, my learning efficiency has been greatly improved. Body and mind are not only relaxed, but also get rid of boring study. Father's love is like a candle, accompanying me through my life.

Father's love is a ray of sunshine, which makes your heart warm like spring even in cold winter; Father's love is a clear spring, which makes your feelings pure even if they are covered with the dust of years. On the occasion of Father's Day, what gift can we have to compare with our father's deep love? Here, we can only say gently: "Thank you, Dad!" "

Fatherly love composition 7

Father's love is a strong umbrella, which bears the burden in sunny days and cherishes it in rainy days; Father's love is a thick cotton-padded coat. You desperately want to take it off when it's hot, and you don't know how to persist until it's cold. Father's love is like a song, a song that is plain and simple at first and affectionate after tasting it.

On the third day, other students were worried about their grades, and I was also worried about my poor grades, but what worried me more was the pull-ups in the physical education exam. Seeing my sad face, my father patted me on the shoulder and said, "Don't worry, everything is practiced." Dad will practice with you at night. "

The withered and yellow leaves of the phoenix tree swayed with the wind, and so did my complicated mood. My father and I came under the horizontal bar and I jumped up, but I couldn't do either. Father said he would try. My father is short, middle-aged and fatter. Wearing a black coat, he awkwardly walked under the horizontal bar, cocked his feet to test the height of the bar, then squatted down on his knees and jumped up hard, but missed it. The fallen father looked at me, as if depressed and sorry, and then jumped up and caught it! I'm really worried about my father, lest he fall down again. Father tried to find a posture, and then began to do: one, two, three, when he was the fourth, he gritted his teeth, blushed, and pushed his legs up like swimming, and finally did it!

The father who got off the bar panted, "Look at me, didn't I do it?" You try. "I walked to the front of the bar in confusion and grabbed the horizontal bar with a strong jump, but my arm was boring and I just wanted to pull myself up, but who wanted to fall off the bar again? The disappointment on his father's face was swept away, and he immediately said cheerfully, "Come on, let dad be your coach. I don't believe you can't get on. "So I jumped on the horizontal bar again. My father held my upper body with one hand and swung my leg with the other, shouting orders from time to time. I feel my arm shaking, and I feel my father's arm shaking slightly because of hard work. Think about my father's short stature, fat body that has not exercised for many years, and see my father in tears in the autumn wind? R's white hair and full face of expectation, an inexplicable force made me finally go up. It was late autumn when I went down to see my father, but his face was full of sweat, but with a gratified smile.

At that moment, a song rang out in my heart. A song that inspires people when they are confused and warms people when they are cold. That seemingly insipid but affectionate song belongs to my father. It always sings silently when you need it. Yes, fatherly love is like a song.

Fatherly love composition 8

In the noisy city, I am busy running back and forth every day. My family was very poor, but my father dropped out of school and came to work in this strange city. It's been several years now, and I still have some resentment towards my father.

The cell phone in Didi's pocket rang. I looked at the caller on the screen, hesitated for a while, and finally I answered the phone. "The second son, you see, the Spring Festival is coming soon. Will you come back? I remember you haven't come back for a long time. " There was a familiar voice on the phone, which sounded very kind. Although it is an inquiry, the pleading in the voice is also obvious. "I don't have time, so I won't go back." I answered casually. "Well, make more money and save money when you come back." Father sighed and finally choked up.

I don't know why my heart hurts a little. Looking back, I haven't returned to my hometown for two or three years. Father lives alone at home, and occasionally his neighbors help him take care of him. The doorbell of "Ding Dong Ding Dong" rang. "Hello, this is your express." In the cold winter, the courier still delivers the courier on time. I took it and saw that it was sent to me by my hometown. When I opened the box, I saw a can of pickles, some bacon and finally a letter from my parents. The letter reads: Son, you don't have to worry that I will take care of myself. There is only a short sentence, and my tears can't help flowing downwards. I know, this jar of pickles is made by my father himself, and so is this bacon.

I have an idea in my heart that I want to go home.

Fatherly love composition 9

Life ends with the disappearance of the body, so missing becomes a way to drive away life. Among countless pieces, I picked them up and pieced them together into a person. -inscription

People say that a mother's love is easy to understand, while a father's love is like unpredictable weather, unpredictable, but I understand.

Father is a strict man. Take the final exam for example. In this exam, my test scores have improved obviously, and my teacher is also sitting up and taking notice of me. In order to make my father happy, I went home ecstatic. But my father sat in the plush chair without saying a word after reading my grades. Slightly fat body, as if like a rusty kettle, as long as a heating. It can be cooked. I dare not go near it for fear that it will explode. The sluice-like mouth seems to be filled with angry words as soon as it is opened.

I don't understand why this happened. But I dare not ask. It was many days later, I learned from my mother's conversation that my father was not satisfied with my math scores, so I got angry and asked me to do math exercises every day. I just realized my father's good intentions, but I almost misunderstood him.