My father's love composition 1 My father has a pair of big eyes, which contain countless sternness and hidden countless gentleness. He likes thinking, often does math problems and challenges the super brain. I remember once, my father signed my name under my homework. The date was February 3, and the day was April 6. I'm confused. When asked, he actually said that April 6 was around February 3! Please, can we make an appointment?
What bothers me most is that he is a mobile phone fan. After all, it is God's mercy to spare me ten minutes! Sometimes he can play for more than two hours.
"Dad, my composition won the prize today, and the teacher asked you to type it into an electronic file and send it to him." As soon as I got home, I put down my schoolbag, took out my composition and rushed to my father to give it to him.
"Dad has something to do, and he is not available now." Dad said.
I was so happy just now that I immediately got depressed and threw my composition aside. "What can you do besides playing games?" I'm about to cry.
"well. Korea's son, dad is ... "
Before my father finished, I rushed to the room, locked the door and burst into tears. Why are there so many parents standing in the school that I can't see my father? Why?
That night, the rain outside the window was accompanied by my crying, which seemed a bit bleak. I climbed into bed without eating. I'm sure I'll be fine tomorrow.
At half past four in the morning, I rubbed my eyes and couldn't sleep. I saw through the door that the light in the living room was still on. I glanced out quietly and saw my father's busy figure printing my composition. The light of the street lamp outside shines faintly. My father looks so pale and my eyes are moist. ...
That day, he typed until half past five because the composition was very long.
Father's love composition 2 I have heard that father's love is broad and the father's love is the most difficult to understand. But this is not the case. As long as you feel it with your heart, you can feel your father's love everywhere.
I remember once, on Sunday, the fishing beach was still singing. Everyone in the village went to the theatre. No one rowed at the ferry. I have to go to school. Dad thought: it's too inconvenient for me to stay at home alone. He took me with him when he went fishing at the seaside. When I got there, I wanted to go to the theatre first, but my father was busy asking about the people who went to Rengong. He felt very uneasy about me going to school alone. I couldn't find anyone, so he sent me to the road.
"Dad, I 1 1 years old! I can do it myself. "
"no! I won't rest assured until you get on the bus. What if the car can't stop for a while? "
"Dad, I've been walking for four years, and it's only a little way ..." I kept whispering.
"Needless to say." Dad interrupted me, "I'm relieved to see you get on the bus!" " "
When the bus came, my father watched me get on the bus and kept telling me, "Take good care of yourself at school, listen to the teacher and study hard ..."
As the car drove, dad's voice faded away. At this time, I suddenly found that tears had filled my eyes at some unknown time. I tried my best to hold back and not let them flow out. I silently shouted in my heart: "Dad! Please rest assured that I will definitely listen to you. "
Father's Love Composition 3 Since childhood, my relatives have given me countless loves, as if they were huge stars. I am immersed in the "Xinghai" and I am extremely happy. But my favorite star is still: a look when dad went back to his room!
I had a big fall at school that day, and my knee hurt badly, and my blood flowed out directly, so my mother took me home. In the living room, my mother comforted me while rubbing purple potion on me and said, "Ningning, it won't hurt very much." Please bear with me. " Then he criticized me: "you say, why are you so careless?" Keep an eye on it! " "I won my mother's sympathy, and I spoiled my father:" Dad, I hurt. " Unexpectedly, my father stood up with a straight face and said, "How careless! Falling is not bad! " Then he walked into the room. I was very angry in my heart: "Dad, if you don't come to comfort me, forget it. Why are you scolding me? " "
More than ten days later, my mother explained all this to me-my father suddenly gave me a look at the moment he entered the room. These days, my father has been secretly wiping away tears. He just wanted me to learn a lesson.
Yes, if dad's love for us is the sea, then our love for dad can only be regarded as a transparent stream at best, which is insignificant compared with the vastness of the sea. No wonder people often say, "Father's love is boundless." I think this sentence is a perfect compliment to my father.
It was particularly cold that day, and the temperature dropped to several degrees below zero. I only wore a thin sweater. ...
It's dad's turn to supervise the evening study. After dinner, I sat quietly in my seat doing my homework, waiting for my father's arrival. "Dear classmates. It's time for class, it's time for class, to learn cultural knowledge ... "The bell rang slowly, but my father didn't come. I'm worried: my father won't come, will he?
"Cheep-"the voice of opening the door sounded, and I looked up. It was my father. Amazing, is it drinking? Fathers are always like this. Father sat in the last row, next to a naughty student. I settled down to do my homework, but it's getting colder and colder. My homework hand can't help slowing down, looking at the rickety trees ravaged by the strong wind outside the window and listening to the threatening wind, I secretly blame myself: why not listen to my father and put on more clothes?
It's not that my mother doesn't care about me, but that she works harder than her father. In this way, the "burden" of taking care of me fell on my father. I have watched my father's white hair grow up countless times and said that I am not young anymore, so don't worry too much about me. But dad always smiles and says I'm still young.
After school in the evening, my father waits for me outside the school. I hurried to my father, fearing that he would catch a cold if he waited too long. My father put a big coat on me anxiously, but it was much smaller. I don't know. It was a coat a few years ago. The father said with shame, "Daughters are so long. I remember your favorite dress before. Let's go home first. It's better to have something to wear than nothing. " I nodded, not wanting to worry my father. Under the dim street lamp, a father and daughter went home talking and laughing.
Ah! Father, I have grown up, and I really understand the difficulties between you and your parents. I want to repay you, but now my ability is not enough. I can only please you by studying hard, and I won't live up to your expectations. Father! I love you deeply!
My father's love composition 5 I don't think my father knows how to express his love for me at all. My mother cares about me at school and in life. He always tells her not to spoil me and is very strict with me.
Once, I couldn't do a math problem. My father volunteered to teach me, but only gave me a way to do it myself. I still can't start. My mother asked me to check with my mobile phone, but my father wouldn't let me. He said sternly, "Can I bring my mobile phone to the exam?" You have to do it yourself, or you won't take the exam! "I'm not convinced. Finally, the problem was solved and my father smiled.
Another time, I was in the middle of a race with my classmates, and I fell down and broke my leg. I ran home crying, and my father directly disinfected me with alcohol, which caused me to scream. My mother was about to come and wipe it off for me when my father stopped me. My father scolded me while wiping: "you should be careful what you do in the future." Why do you run so fast? Besides, a man is a man, and you will cry because of this little injury. Decent? " I was deeply wronged when I heard that.
One night, our family was having dinner. I watched TV while I was eating and accidentally put my meal on the table. Father told me to pick it up and eat it. I refuse to eat it. He was angry and insisted on eating. If he didn't eat, he invited me to eat "fried meat with bamboo shoots". I held back my tears and was about to eat it. My mother said distressfully, "If it falls, it will fall. Stop eating! " "But dad never let go, so I had to eat with tears in my eyes. Later, my father said to me earnestly, "These are all planted by farmers' uncles, so you should cherish them in the future!" "
At first, I didn't understand why my father was so strict with me. I didn't understand until now that my father asked me to do my homework to exercise my thinking ability. My father trained me while rubbing medicine because he felt sorry for me and didn't want me to get hurt. Dad asked me to pick up the food on the table, which made me know not to waste food ... He has been teaching me how to be a man, hoping I can grow up healthily.
Father's love for me is not obvious. It may not be as gentle and delicate as maternal love, but it is also deep and sincere.
This image often appears in my mind. Strong body, she has a pair of heavy eyebrows and small eyes. Every time she smiles, her teeth are slightly blackened by smoking. This is my father.
Father's love is like an umbrella against the wind and rain. Once after school, it was raining. I went downstairs without an umbrella and did my homework in the classroom. The students left one by one, leaving me alone in the end. Just then, a familiar figure walked from the window to the door of the classroom. I took a closer look and found that this man was my father. Dad! I cheered. Why did you come so late? The father replied: Sorry, daughter! I'm a little late, let's go!
I packed my things and followed my father. My father didn't say a word, and then I found that my father only took an umbrella. I'm depressed. What should I do with an umbrella for two people? On the first floor, my father opened my umbrella and walked in the rain. I was dumbfounded, thinking: Dad usually works so hard, and it rains when it rains, which is too wronged. Thinking of this, I couldn't help holding my umbrella over my father's head, but my father turned it back and said, Dad is not afraid of getting caught in the rain, so be careful to catch cold. I know dad is not afraid of getting wet, and he loves me!
Father's love is like an umbrella, sheltering my life from the wind and rain. Father's love is like a bright light, which illuminates my life and makes me go forward bravely.
Fatherly love composition 7 Life is full of love, among which fatherly love benefits me the most.
My father is a very strict man. When I was a child, he was very strict with me. He told me to dress myself, and when I fell, he told me to stand up. When he came to pick me up from school, he asked me to carry a heavy schoolbag. I used to think that my life was more painful than other children's, but one thing made me understand my father's selfless love.
I remember it was a snowy morning, and my father asked me to buy breakfast with my own money, so I had to brave the snow to buy breakfast. On the way back, I walked forward step by step with steaming porridge and delicious steamed bread. I accidentally tripped over a stone, spilled porridge all over the floor and burned my hand with porridge. My neighbor's aunt saw it and quickly helped me up and blew my scalded hand off. She also told me: Your dad is really, with such heavy snow, asking you to buy breakfast, and he doesn't care much about you. "After I go back, I have to take money to buy breakfast.
When I was taking a nap, I vaguely heard some voices. I opened the door and saw my neighbor's aunt chatting with my father. Neighbor aunt said to his father, "Don't you feel bad about letting your son do things alone?" Dad replied: "I really feel bad in my heart, but I also do it for him!" " "The neighbor's aunt said," Don't you want to help him and care about him at all? "Dad said," I want him to hone in real life and learn to be independent. "Hearing this, I couldn't help crying. I thought, "It turns out that my father doesn't care about me in the morning, and he usually lets me do my own thing, so that I can learn to be independent."
Although my father's love is very strict, it is boundless.
Father loves composition 8 Father is a thick book. I admired my father when I was a child, but I didn't understand the meaning. As time goes by and something happens. I gradually got to know my father. Like water, he is more imposing when encountering obstacles and stronger when encountering setbacks.
Open the floodgate of memory, the footprints of growth come to my mind like waves, and my father's feelings are so clear. Since childhood, I have been living under my father's painstaking management and care, which has taught me the mystery of the sea and the affection between people.
Although my father is uneducated and not as rich as other parents, what he has done for me is absolutely not worse than other children, even more than them.
Dad is a bright lighthouse, he is a patient mentor, he is the backbone of the family, he is the pillar of the spirit, he is a silent watchman. And my love for my father is more important than my mother's love. My father has been an indispensable part of my life since I was sensible. He is my good teacher. If I do something wrong, his first reaction is not to hit me or scold me, but to teach me calmly. No matter what I do wrong, he always asks questions before educating me. Pay close attention to everything about me, and be strict with me occasionally. But I don't hate him, because my father is silently caring for me and guiding me to the bright road.
Looking at my father with less and less hair on his forehead, I couldn't help crying. It pains me to see him go to work year after year, day after day, rain or shine. I remembered my father's greatness.
Poor Chengfeng, behind the growth, is the intimate care of his father; Behind my achievements is my father's selfless love, and my gratitude to my father will always accompany my growth! I've always wanted to say to you: thank you, my good father! You have worked hard! I love you forever!
Everyone has their own indelible memories, and of course, I am no exception.
I remember it was an autumn night. I rolled on the kang. My mother touched my forehead with her hand and said that I had a fever, and it was very severe. Hearing this, my father picked me up and went to the hospital without saying anything but wearing a thin shirt.
Everything in the autumn night is so bleak, the stars in the sky are scattered, and even the usually bright moon is eclipsed at this time.
I lay quietly in my father's arms, enjoying the warmth my father gave me, but I didn't know the cold outside my body. In the dim light, I felt my father shaking, but I couldn't help him drive away the cold. I have a hot head, weak body and intermittent thinking. It's miles from home to the hospital. My father doesn't have a bike or other means of transportation, so he can only walk. In his memory, he was always in a hurry and never stopped.
By the time I woke up, my father was already holding me on the way home. I looked up at the sky and naively asked my father, how many stars are there in the sky? Dad smiled and told me that there are countless. I looked up and started counting. Inadvertently, I touched my father's cold cheek, and the coldness spread from my hand to my heart. I hugged my father tightly and tried my best to keep him warm.
With the faint starlight, I shed tears silently. I finally realized my father's love, but at the same time, I have regrets: I shouldn't quarrel with my father, not to mention his incompetence.
This past event is a memory that I will never erase in my life.
Fatherly love composition 10 Many people praise maternal love, but ignore the most common fatherly love. In fact, fatherly love is also beautiful!
My father is like a palm, soothing my young heart; My father is like a partner who hasn't grown up, eating lollipops with me; Father, like a stumbling block in my life, taught me how to face setbacks; Father, like a pointer, spurs me all the time; Father, like a book full of affection, makes my heart sweeter and sweeter; Father, more like a magician, keeps changing in my mind!
Father, in my impression, he is a strict and gentle man.
Father, never just let me study hard and understand the knowledge points. He won't criticize my poor grades and retrogression. He will only ask me what I don't understand and then study with me. I remember when I was a child, my mother often criticized me: my homework was not serious, my writing was not neat, and my grades were not improving ... but my father never let her talk about me. But patiently come to me to reason and guide me. He told me what to do, which made me feel full of happiness.
But my father is also a strict man. When I keep making mistakes and don't know how to ask, he will become a "wolf" that scares me! He will also scold me and hit me. Whenever this happens, my character will become tougher and more rebellious. No matter what he does, I just look blank, indifferent and ignore him. Now that I have grown up, I gradually understand that everything he has done is a good embodiment for me. However, I didn't understand at that time, and I didn't know how many times I scolded my father. Even now, I sometimes can't help myself and make him angry, but deep down, I still feel his deep love for me.
A jasmine flower may not have a refreshing fragrance, but it will always make you feel fresh and elegant. Father's love is like this, just like jasmine, quietly blooming, no matter where you are, father's loving eyes will accompany you all your life!
Father loves composition 1 1 I have a strict and kind father who gives me a lot of selfless care in my daily life.
Dad often asks me to write a composition, but I don't like it very much. I promised, but the action was not implemented.
Once, my father asked me to write a composition. I thought for a long time before I picked up a pen and wrote a composition called Blackboard. After reading my composition, dad told me my shortcomings. When I'm finished, I'll take it back and let me revise it myself. After a while, my father came to my room and picked up my composition and read it for a while. He said to me, "Well, there is progress, but it still needs to be revised." I picked up the pen and revised it again, but I didn't change it after only a few words.
Time flies, and afternoon has arrived. Dad checked my composition and found that there were no changes except those in the morning. Dad was a little angry and said a few words to me. Somehow, tears burst out. "I can't change this article." I cried and said. "I won't change, I can't cry, crying is the most useless." ..... Then he taught me to change the first place in the article, and then he said to me earnestly, "Changing the composition is to change those sentences that are not fluent. Writing a composition is the foundation, and learning to modify it on the basis is the most important thing. " I learned to revise the second sentence of this article. Slowly, I changed everything else, the third sentence and the fourth sentence. After the change, my father took me to the streets to play and had a good time.
In fact, my father talked about me for my own good, and asked me to write a composition to prepare for writing a composition later. I should understand my father's good intentions. I must insist on writing a composition and keeping a diary to repay my father's hard work.
Father's love composition 12 "The thread in the hands of a loving mother made clothes for her wayward son. She sewed it carefully and repaired it thoroughly, fearing that it would delay him coming home late, but how much love has an inch-long grass and won three spring glow." Whenever I hear this poem, I think of it.
I am not optimistic enough and often complain. Every day when I come home from school, I will vent my dissatisfaction and boredom on my father. So dad became my emotional trash can. Although my father worked hard and took care of me patiently, I was ungrateful until that day.
"Has the heating stopped recently?" At the dinner table, my father kept asking me questions as usual, but this time a lot of homework was waiting for me, and my patience disappeared and I got angry for no reason. I saw my father put a chopstick dish in my bowl and asked, but his enthusiasm could not hide the huskiness in his voice, but I didn't care. I got angry before I finished my homework, so I yelled at him, "I'm so cold!" " "The words sound just fell and the room was silent. Father opened his mouth and tried to say something, but said nothing.
I suddenly have a little regret. Come to think of it, my father's voice has been hoarse for some time. After the heating stopped, he got sick, but he still cared about me and was afraid that I would get sick. Working overtime at night turned his gaunt face dark, but he still had a smile on his face. Dad coughed again. He quickly covered his nose and mouth, held his breath and tried to stop coughing, and his face turned red. I was a little sad and looked at him anxiously. He smiled and shook his head and said, "Eat, eat more." Then he put chopsticks and vegetables in my bowl. Looking at his kind eyes, I felt a warm current in my heart. Although my father didn't say anything, I saw his appearance and heard his voice, and my heart was as warm as the warmth brought by the heating. I also quietly brought food for my father. He smiled and his eyebrows widened. There was silence in the room, but it was a warm silence.
My father not only touched my heart with spring flowers, but also taught me to face life optimistically, making my future full of spring flowers and sunshine.
Fatherly love composition 13 Some people say that when you are afraid, fatherly love is a stepping stone; When it is dark, father's love is a lamp; When working hard, fatherly love is the spiritual pillar. But in my heart, fatherly love is a pair of warm hands.
I remember when I was in the third grade, I only got 76 in the Chinese exam. At 5 o'clock, I walked into the house with my test paper in my hand. I want to sneak into the room so that no one knows about it. But as soon as I opened the door, this 20xx door began to make a "cheep, cheep" sound, warning someone to come in or go out. This voice directly exposed my whereabouts. If the door is alive, I want to scold it. I patted it. Hearing this, the father rushed out and asked, "Have you put the Chinese paper? A few minutes? " I didn't say anything. Dad took the test paper, glanced at it and said seriously, "I could have got 95, how could it be so bad!" " "Dad pulled me to the front of the desk, with one hand on the test paper and the other hand on my shoulder. He sighed and said to me earnestly, "Son, it doesn't matter if you don't do well in the exam once." Be careful next time! " "Say that finish, he began to solve my problem. I didn't say anything, but I felt my hands on my shoulders getting warmer and warmer, and waves of warm currents flowed into my heart.
In the second exam, I answered carefully according to the method taught by my father, checked it repeatedly, and finally got a good score.
Thanks to my father's education, I will study hard and repay my parents when I grow up.
Father's love composition 14 It's time to finish school. I happily ran out of the classroom with my schoolbag on my back and ran to the school gate to find my parents.
But it rained heavily that day, and the roads were soaked in water. I look around my parents from time to time, hoping that they will pick me up early. However, five minutes passed and eight minutes passed ... but I haven't seen my parents for a long time. See other students' parents wearing slippers to pick them up. I was both anxious and surprised.
I'm worried that mom and dad are so late and haven't come yet. It's strange that mom and dad have never been delayed for so long before. What's going on today?
After waiting for about half an hour, my father appeared. He came to pick me up with an umbrella because I was wearing sneakers that day and there was water on the road. I looked down and saw my father pick me up barefoot. I'm beginning to doubt again. Why didn't you pick me up barefoot and without slippers? A series of questions flashed through my mind. Before I finished thinking, my father put me on the bus.
I went to the car and asked my father all the questions I just wanted to ask.
Dad smiled and said, "Your mother is coming to pick you up, but she has something to do. Let me pick you up. I am in my hometown, and I haven't taken off my shoes and rain boots at home. I am afraid I have no time to buy them. "
Having said that, I shed two lines of crystal tears.
Fatherly love composition 15 Some people say, "Fatherly love is almost invisible." And my father's love is as delicate as sand in the desert; Quiet as a summer breeze; As warm as the winter sunshine ... it belongs to my father's love, and it will always be coarse and fine, and fine and thick.
Fatherly love always shows meticulous care in the details. That night, without exception, I was at my desk doing my homework again. I looked at the clock and it was past ten.
The moonlight is hazy and the fog rises; The night is deep and people are quiet. Only my father sat quietly on the bed next to me, reading silently. Gradually, I feel a little cold. My father seemed to understand my mind, walked out of the room and quietly closed the door. I was still working at my desk.
Soon, my father brought a steaming cup of milk and said, "My son has worked hard. It's cold, and a cup of hot milk is very nutritious! " "After listening to my father's words, I suddenly felt a warm current in my heart. I picked up the milk cup and licked it gently with my tongue. It was so hot that it burned my mouth, but I still endured the boiling heat and forced a sip, because I knew that this was the "temperature of love". Father was very happy and sat quietly on my bed reading. Unconsciously, time slipped away from my pen like running water. In the blink of an eye, it was eleven o'clock.
I dragged my tired body and took a hot bath. My body was too hot and my face was on fire. Here, my father brought another plate of peeled and sliced apples. Chew gently, sweet and refreshing. Although it's a little cold, I still enjoy it because I know it's "the smell of love".
After yawning after eating the apple, I can finally get into the lovely bed. I just feel warm. This is the temperature my father just left behind. I feel my father's temperature happily, because, I know, this is the "temperature of love".
The person who has the greatest influence on me is my father. He made me understand that the world is full of love, love is with me, and it is happy to give and enjoy love.